Going through the motions..
(begun Friday 21st September at 7.05am..)


Is my Good Neighbour already on duty in ours, at this early hour? *startled... A recruit from No.16?  The levels of the BackFire frequency as I sit here at the desk scribbling, have gone through the roof, as someone attempts to peer over my shoulder to check exactly what I'm doing.. Levels that so far have been the unmistakable signature tune played by the Sadist these past years...
Have I completely kissed my sense of humour goodbye?  Probably not, but I'd somehow failed to find anything amusing at the sight of a smartly-dressed young man heading down the pavement at around 6am, wearing a T-shirt in the familiar MTN colours, with a giant 007 logo on the back..
Most likely a similar feeling to the one I'd had when the little ex-policewoman had provided me with her email address and I found it also included a 007, before she'd disappeared from our Forum meetings for good..

Did you read on Page 4 of the Sunday Tribune Sept. 16th, how justice was so neatly served?  How Bao Guo Guang had paid with his life for murdering his wife's niece?  Hey - I'm not above revealing my hypocrisy now and then, and this is one such occasion.  Where are the Triad when you need them?  Why has no-one arranged for them to be outside the Courts when Koobashan Naicker emerges with that smug look on his face?  Appeal to the Curry Mafia to deal with the murderous Bastard?  Oh please.  Naicker is no doubt a card-carrying, life-time member of that organisation...  The fellow is a lawyer, and therefore you're forced to tread softly, Anita?  *looks at the Magistrate... For all your fierce words, you've once again let this Cur walk free from the Courts, and it certainly does your reputation no good at all...

Glen Nayager had known his way around the Law, and had used that knowledge frequently, to defend his corrupt activities... That hadn't prevented him from being terminated once he became loose-lipped on matters involving the experiment, and the Criminals operating the technology, but I'd bet that Naicker hasn't that claim to fame, and he'll be left free indefinitely as an example of the judicial system's pitiful lack of teeth...

Saturday 22nd September at 4.30am

I'm not exactly fired up this morning... I've been sitting here at the desk listening to the soft rain falling, and ja, I suppose hoping to see a few sparks of light flying through the air against the clouds.. Maybe my eyesight's too poor by now, and when I do see the occasional beam, it's generally in my peripheral vision...
Was he really out of work for two years after he left Sentech, or did he just leave out the fact that he'd operated as a Consultant during that period of time?  Was he perhaps abroad between 2008/2010, and attending the Freiberg University in Germany to acquire his Degree in the art of using lasers/wireless frequencies?  *curious....

It wasn't long after his arrival here in Sherwood that she'd been crippled overnight, there at Sydenham Heights, and I'll still insist that faulty streetlight on Crouch was employed in that particular bit of nastiness... Sure, she made an astonishing recovery once she'd stopped attending our Sector Policing Meetings, though I very much doubt she ever connected the two... *shrugs..
That demonstration of unpleasantness will have been far from an isolated incident, and you can guarantee that similar assaults are being carried out, even as I scribble here at the desk...
Hectic physical messages sent via the powerlines of those who irritate the powerful, for one reason or another.. Moving on..

*It's now 4.50am, and Balliram makes no attempt to dumb down his NAT this morning.. Eish! *
Will those five boys go on to make a success of their lives?  I'd seen them grouped together near the bushes on the corner of the little bluff over by the gumtrees, yesterday sometime after 12noon, and I'd called and verified that their uniforms were Bechet...  They'd finished writing, and had clearly chosen that out-of-the-way spot to celebrate for a bit...  The binoculars picked up no clouds of smoke over their heads from this distance, though I gather the kids today are spoiled for choice when it comes to banned substances...*yawns...
They'd moved on by the time I'd checked sometime later, so I guess it had been just a bit of harmless fun, hey Earl?
I'm guessing you could bankroll a starving third-world country on the proceeds you continue to make from the Drug trade?  Has your own family all managed to avoid the technology fall-out so far?  Did you relocate them to less-saturated areas?  How's the Missus doing?  Crippled by painful arthritis, or a diabetic with failing eye-sight?  *interested.. And our fair Carol?  Is she asleep on this soft damp morning, or does she lie awake and spare a thought for the ignorant Labrats that had given her so much amusement in the early days?  *It's 5.10am and a sudden spike in the BackFire frequency would indicate that my Master grows irritable...*

Yesterday morning had been fairly dismal, as he'd insisted on running the BackFire at eye-watering levels right up until 12.45pm, when I'd booted up the PC and the pain had miraculously vanished... There'd been another careless spike at 1.45pm, and then a reprieve until 3pm, when the ubiquitous wall of heat had arrived in the lounge and I'd managed to snap four pictures showing a total of six spheres in different parts of the lounge.. HERE..
The Bath Session?  You really want to pay attention at this point... It had been noteworthy for one reason, and that was that it had been totally pain-free..*blinks... No heatwave, no BackFire, and no Knives to the Back at all... Sure, I'd taken pictures anyway, both before I stepped into the bath, and just after I'd climbed out.. So, HERE we have a tennis ball sitting up on the wall at 3.37pm, and 3.38pm, and HERE we have a snowy orb and it's transparent companion by the washing machine at 3.50pm.  Eh, don't forget THIS little bugger lurking down the side of the washing machine itself..
You get the point?  That DESPITE the visible evidence of the Pervert and/or his chommies/student's presence, I wasn't subjected to the malicious extras he's so partial to employing as a rule?

*It's 5.35am, and the hadedas noisily announce the raising of el Maestro's baton, as he opens up the airwaves..*
For sure Balliram will have any number of lies to explain the reason for my lack of discomfort during that bathing session, but you're going to have to make up your own minds about that.. That is, if you're still capable of any original thought at all.. *mutters...
At 4.28pm yesterday there'd been a second heatwave in the lounge, and I swear for a moment I'd thought my ear nearest the window was about to explode in flames...  If you look carefully HERE, you will see two transparent orbs on the ceiling almost above me, and hopefully, I'm right to assume that it's those two that he uses to view the results on my camera when I hold it out and up to him..  Will you check out THIS biggun sitting on the wall behind Isaac's head? *chokes..  By 5.25pm the BackFire was on the rise again, and an hour later it was really unpleasant...

I'd not encountered a single instance of mischief with the television yesterday, and both remotes had functioned perfectly.  That is, until 7pm, when they were suddenly blocked.. It turned out to be major lag and they'd recovered promptly enough without having to be reset at the wall.. By 7.05pm I'd been cursing freely, though my anger fell on deaf ears...
When I'd gone outside at 8.20pm it was to find the levels of BackFire were if anything, even higher than indoors.. *startled...  Most of you will by now know better than to hang around outdoors any longer than necessary, especially if you live on Grindrod, Michan, Mary, or Raftery.. Those that continue to socialise regularly out in their gardens, are most likely not numbered among the Chosen, and have no idea of the risks they're taking.. *shrugs..

I'd snapped off more pictures after I'd gone to bed at 8.20pm, as the BackFire levels in the bedroom were over the top.. Check the two spheres HERE by the wall mirror... Fired up by then, (literally) I'd had a second go at capturing more of the little buggers, which was about when Balliram lost the plot and pulled out his Knives to the Back Special and let me have it... Old habits, hey dude?  I'm to be patient while your Masters attempt to re-invent you, and to overlook your frequent lapses? I don't think so... *eyeroll..  The last thing I remember was his really noisy NAT right outside the window at 8.40pm, before I fell asleep...

I'd gotten up to pee at 2.10am and I could hear Nobby and a couple of other dogs barking in the distance, but after that, nothing until I surfaced at around 4am... I'd lain there comfortably until Mr. Impatience had tossed a wave of BackFire my way to get me moving.. I kid you not.. *gags...
Do you think the likes of Judge Hollis could be persuaded to regard my photos as admissable evidence of this continuing violation of our privacy?  Will there ever come a time when such photos could be produced in Court as proof that the Constitution is no longer worth the paper it's written on?  Just kidding guys!
If you haven't noticed how easily the judicial system is being manipulated already, I have, and even the most Honourable of Judges remaining, will be controlled by fair means or foul, to produce verdicts that suit the Authors and their favourites...

So no, I'll cling to my four security blankets and savour them, when the brutality gets me down, and even on occasion, share them with Balliram.. Though the Sadist is going to have to learn to peer over my shoulder WITHOUT inflicting additional discomfort upon his Monkey... I'd have to guess that despite that his visual options are astounding, the more transparent of the spheres are impossible for him to pick up in my photos, and that only the solid orbs can be spotted?  I would say the same would apply if I were to upload them onto a PC?  That without the ability to tilt the camera screen this way and that, many of the spheres won't be visible to the casual (or not so casual) viewer?
Will there be sufficient to pique the Rocket Scientist's interest, should one of my cards even make it into his hands?  Hey - your guess is as good as mine..*shrugs..  My aspirations hold no more than enjoying whatever brief respites I'm given from the Sadist's attentions during the day, as it's pretty pointless looking any further than that.. Have a good one and
peace..

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Saturday 22nd September 2012 at 10.05am.