GOING OVERBOARD..
(begun Monday 25th June at 3.25am..)
If there's a reader out there who's visiting me for the truth, and not some sick voyeuristic entertainment, you may like to note the damage that can be achieved to a target's hearing and sight.. Course, the BigBoys are well aware of this, and why wouldn't the Sadist include those areas for attack? Moral integrity? *chokes.. It's unfortunate, but unavoidable? Oh please. How often have I told you of the Needle to the Eye, or the incredible earache that's so savagely applied? Unavoidable se GAT! You're nudging 67 FFS, so what do you expect?
I expect my hearing to be as good today as it was two years back, and my long distance vision at least, to be able to focus on the tops of the gumtrees across the way.. These days more often than not, I find I wake up with some sort of weird double-vision, and I can only ascribe it to the Sicko's diligent overnight attentions...
Wouldn't it be great if Missus C could be forced to sit through a clip showing precisely how her husband wakes me in the early hours? Played repeatedly and with a decent voice-over describing exactly how he goes about jabbing Millie, until I stir and wake? She should see for herself how, if I dare to close my eyes again, he'll wait a bit and then poke my cancer again. Just the once, like a cattle prod, but very effectively... *nauseated... Man, would I like for her to drop her denial for a change, and add that delightful character trait to their family album....
Imagination? Gimme a break.. I've been his personal guinea-pig for too many years not to know exactly how his sick mind operates... *yawns...
Did you see the piece by Martin Welz in yesterday's Sunday Tribune Page 21, Smoke and Mirrors hide the facts, on the theatrics involving the Cato Manor Unit? There's not a journo left in the country with the balls to spit out the truth like that, though sadly I find it all pretty irrelevant up against the technology that's running through the streetlights... Has Welz been fed a carefully edited version of the amazing tracking and monitoring abilities of the Surveillance system? Does he even have a clue?
As much as I admire the fellow's courage and integrity, do I have to wonder whether he's a knowing Convert to the Cause...
A trusted mouthpiece used by the Project Authors to convince the Jaded that there are still a few left who are prepared to risk everything to get the Truth out in the open...?
He must surely have questioned where his sources come by their detailed information, and apparently he's happy with their answers... Would he be as comfortable, knowing the whole truth? That he himself is most likely tracked and monitored to the nth degree? That at any point his own power supply could be accessed, and his home flooded with all manner of destructive frequencies, were he to speak out against the Project itself?
While I'm all for rooting out the Corrupt from City Hall, I'm seriously offended to find on Page 6, I will fight to clear my name, in yesterday's Sunday Tribune, that the Arch-Crook of eThekwini, Sutcliffe, fully intends to stick around long enough to bleed the rate-payers of a further R8 million.. Geez Louise! You're going to sit back and let this happen? *gags...
Was it just urban myth that had Felicity coming home unexpectedly one day, to catch her toothy SO in bed with an under-age stranger? An event that had that lucrative partnership dissolved before you could blink an eye... Someone is sitting on the identity of his young, erstwhile lover, and I guess one way of getting rid of that greedy little man for good, would be to find the chap and pay him to spill the beans... That delicious scenario ain't gonna happen while the ex-City Manager is still useful to the Project Authors, and I figure they'll use the details they have of that tryst to keep him dancing to their tune, until he's run dry and tossed aside...
LATER at 4.40am
Will our See and Hear It All Special Agent report back to you on the carefully organised mischief that's just gone down? Though our two animals stayed silent, the neighbourhood dogs were making enough noise to get me out onto the verandah with some speed... As it happened, just in time to see a fierce porta-light being carried by someone across the valley *blinks... Hugging the playing field wall up by the big gap, the spotlight bounced hastily off into the dense bush and disappeared.. Not before I'd fetched our equivalent spotlight and greeted the shifty bastard in kind.. *grins...
From the flurry of barking, there's definitely more than one of them causing mischief out there, but nothing that you're aware of, right Balliram? Those big portable spots don't come cheap, and I'll take a flyer and say I was supposed to see the fellow over there in the undergrowth? Course, my bedroom and this room are pretty much on the same trajectory as der Bunker, but why would a droog be signalling our Controller from that point at this godforsaken hour of the day? Hey, you can ask him, but don't anticipate a truthful reply anytime soon...*belches...
Will there be another gap in the playing field wall, visible come sun-up? Just before I'd gone out to see why the dogs were barking, there'd been a persistent banging, as if someone had taken a brick to the precast wall up there.. All designed to get my attention, Master? Barrel-scraping, much?
It was only yesterday in the early hours that I'd seen the change.. The fierce signal-enhancer that regularly runs from the front of THIS Convent outbuilding, was strangely inactive.. Instead, Chicken a la King was running THIS beauty on an outbuilding (classroom?) somewhat nearer the little church.. Oh ja, I've got both those stunners in my album, as even back then on my walkabout with the Councillor, I'd recognised those lights as highly unusual, and had taken some shots for my records... *beams...
You're impressed? That's nothing....
Check out THESE beauties that adorn the various walls of structures over at St. Philomena's, and wonder at the levels of the emissions that pass through them... You know how I've bitched and moaned at Balliram's deliberate over-compensation when he heads off to the office at the Ridge Road Radio Station, leaving our home flooded with unacceptably high doses of the frequencies? Who's to say he wasn't doing just that at St. Phil's, and that the unfortunate Director was the one who paid the price for our Controller's over-zealous manipulations of the technology?
Unavoidable errors that lead to a list of statistics, growing by the day? Se GAT!
How many of Jannie van Zyl's recruits are now nervously whispering to him of newly acquired health problems? How many has the Strategist shrugged off blithely as being a minor problem that will go away, only to find later that the problem had become terminal?
I took more pictures of the dried-out paving stones yesterday, and according to both the Panasonic and the Olympus they're back to their pretty blue colour.. The exact shade of the compound shoved into the screwheads of the locks in the doorjambs inside our home.. Inexplicable... *winks...
I'd also tried googling the Physcia Grisea SA again, and this time I found myself viewing the results with more than a little suspicion..
Head of the list was a paperback offered by Takealot entitled Impact of Physcia Grisea on Liver Enzyme. Hardly the sort of subject matter to warrant enough hits to place it at the top of my search results?
Did someone anticipate that it would cause me to fly off at a tangent, and to wonder whether the copious amounts of that cloned lichen, that can be found everywhere here in eThekwini, have anything at all to do with the massive increase in diabetes over the last few years?
Do my crazed thoughts still have you convulsed with mirth? Would it further amuse you to know how I've wondered about the untimely death of that Cato Manor Unit cop, Shane Naidoo's brother, Leon, who was cremated a few days ago at the Clare Estate Crematorium? How it occurred to me that as an IT Specialist the cop's younger brother may have somehow been heavily involved in the Surveillance and Information Theft Project, and that he paid for it with his life?
You will see in years to come, that there was little exaggeration involved in my ongoing claims and allegations, and hopefully it'll be in time for you to do something about it, for the better..
Slow? Moi? Hell, yes.. I only picked up on THIS change yesterday.. It's the connector that sits halfway up the steel cabling strut that supports Balliram's streetlight.. Dozens of pictures in my albums include that up-until-now, unremarkable device.. Was the old connector replaced by this much fancier-appearing version at the same time that Balliram's streetlight was changed over to the mercury-vapour green? *fascinated...
Stay safe julle and
peace..
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Monday 25th June 2012 at 8.51am.
