Saturday, September 29, 2012

Toss-up...
(begun Friday 28th September at 5.10am..)


Yesterday's Wall Jumper had probably been on our property before, or he'd been given careful details of what he'd find when he'd scaled the wall and dropped down into our yard..
The GW, poor fellow, had suggested the chap had spent time watching our movements from across the valley, but that wouldn't have told the thief that there was copper to thieve, or whether the little dogs would actually bite him.. Besides, there's very little room left to skulk about over there, as it's the MarkerBoy/BushDweller's territory, and yesterday there'd also been those pseudo blue-kitted Parks wekkers clearing the bush...
Hey - I don't have to convince you, for if you've been a regular visitor to my blog you'll know that the only crime around here is highly organised, and that the word has been out for years there are no easy pickings to be had unless they're done under instruction... *yawns..

The plumbers mate lives in Springfield Park and no, not in a jondolo, but in a house.. Hopefully before they finish up and leave today, he'll  apply the required laser attractors to the new pipes, precluding the necessity for a Wall Jumper or even Vincent having to do the job.. Speaking of whom, what was the cause of his room-mate's untimely death recently?  Did the two of them actually access my blog via his laptop, and in doing so, irk their Controllers into flooding their living quarters repeatedly with a frequency designed to do him in?  As a realist, I'm guessing it's likely the dead dude already had AIDS, so it wouldn't have taken much to weaken him even further, and to finish him off with a bout of pneumonia or such...
They too have the DSTV decoder box sitting in their room watching them, so you can figure it out for yourselves...

Manipulating the desperate masses has become a walk in the park hey Jannie?  Offer them a few Multi-Choice channels in return for their compliance and they're automatically owned by that little black box and the satellite dish, and the laptops that go with them... *winks..  It's now 5.40am and a sudden arrival of fierce Knives to the Back has my oddly-insecure Master reminding me that he's the Ringmaster here.. As if I needed reminding, FFS...
What Balliram lost on the roundabouts yesterday, had him scrambling to create more mischief in other ways.. My spare entry-level Nokia began ringing off the wall with wrong numbers, which started up again when I rose at sparrows this morning, until I switched it off.. *snorts...
Blame him for all our woes?  My dears, he'll be the first to tell you that there's not a facet of our lives he doesn't control, so make your own minds up on that score... I must go...

LATER at 6.25am

I figure I've just found the reason why the little foster dog was so completely traumatised by the Wall Jumper's visit yesterday morning.. A 3ft length of wood with a couple of nails sticking out of it, would make a handy club to beat off any antagonistic little yappers... It was half hidden under the squash plant next to the tap and pipe that he'd ripped off on the first terrace... According to Missus Courageous, it had been her spouse that had acquired the Twins for himself, though she'd fallen short of admitting they were to be used in the one-sided war he waged against me.. And used they were...

I'd been alerted by their terrified shrieks, and had taken the camera and hung out of the garage window to look down onto the Sadist's little courtyard outside their kitchen window HERE... The Twins were tied up next to der Bunker wall, huddled together, as I watched the Dick lunge at them repeatedly with a stick.. When he'd realised I had the camera on him, he'd legged it smartly, but not quickly enough to escape my viewfinder HERE... So ja, when the Wall Jumper had arrived so suddenly, brandishing his piece of wood, it's no wonder Cola's memory banks kicked in and he was reduced to a shrill terrified cur... *gags...

6.35am and a series of spiteful jabs as I sit here at the desk, have me anticipating trouble ahead...I found a newsletter from the Abahlali in my box yesterday, that said the 12 young guys who had been incarcerated for so long during the political games being played at the Kennedy Road jondolo, were sueing the police for wrongful arrest, amongst other charges.. If they plan on getting anywhere at all, I'd suggest they get an International Body involved.. Those young men need to be interviewed specifically regarding the time they spent locked up together in that cell at Sydenham Station.. They need to be asked about their physical reactions during that time, by someone who has had a similar experience of being bombarded by Roux's laser showers, and the appalling frequencies preferred by those Operators... Pick me..  *jumps up and down...
You can bring an expert on illnesses related to radiation if you like, and I'll show you the wall that forms the outside of that cell where it has been visibly hit by the lasers, as every sound made by those 12 young men was monitored...

You only need one of them to say he suffered inexplicable problems with his knees during the time they were kept in that cell, to know that I'm telling the truth... Headaches?  Shoulder pains? Come, let those innocent Abahlali pawns be the first to reveal the criminal abuse of this fantabulous and perfectly safe quantum laser communications system... You want to test my theory?  Put the Crumb in that cell and make him comfortable by all means.. He could have a desk and a proper bed if he wished.. Then unleash the identical frequencies upon him, for the same length of time that Nayager and his IT Monkey had seen to it the prisoners endured the technology.. You'd be a willing guinea pig, Laz?  Hah!!
You want to bet your own immune system is already teetering on the brink of collapse, despite all your efforts to get fit?  Imagining you're safe, tucked away in a container behind Admin, protected by your metal box?

You think the lies you've been fed are worth risking your life?  May I remind you that it's a Druglord calling the shots?  How is a confirmed Idiot supposed to convince an Intellectual like yourself that you've been HAD FFS... Have you so far escaped all the clear signs that you're on the downhill run?  The wireless song piping shrilly in your ears, the weird stabbing pains, and the dull agonising aches, never mind the crushing headaches?  None of the above, and like a good frontline Soldier in the Yellow Army, you see yourself as some sort of Hero?  *eyeroll..  Is that solid blanket of spheres that fills the free space around the Madressa, designed to immunize the young Learners?  To batter them with inordinate amounts of wireless frequencies and EMR, that they may survive and go on to become immune to the fall-out?  Is that the story that the school's Admin was fed?
Some sort of romantic science fiction scenario of how the strong will survive and Islam will ultimately rule?  And what about the parents of those enchanting flocks of little penguins?  Are they aware of the sheer density of technology that's being flooded in and around that school of learning?

It's 7.10am (*woop! as I type here in blogger) and the BackFire has reached problem levels.. Are you on duty in ours yet?  Are you adding to my misery here in the back room, or does your Controller fly solo with his spiteful deliveries?
Have you tried taking a picture with your digital camera up there by the new mosque?  I'm intrigued to know whether the corruption affects more than just my two cameras, and I strongly suspect that it might... Go snap off a few shots tonight using your flash, and if they're oddly blurred, then ask yourselves why the PTB should go to the trouble of running that particular frequency 24/7 unless they have something interesting to hide...

LATER at 7.15am

The BackFire has subsided, only to be replaced by crushing pressure in my ears, and it's a case of sit down before I fall down.. *spits..
A know-it-all I ain't, and my unanswered questions stretch to the horizon and beyond... On the subject of physical reactions to the technology's fallout however, I can tell you a thing or two that will surely have been omitted from the Sales Pitch you bought so willingly...
I've always been in the habit of providing you with the truth, though my efforts have been largely incomprehensible, and have lacked credibility... A truth that it turns out has been to my cost, and to the Sadist's gain...

LATER at 8.50am

The Plumbers are back to remove and replace all the copper that the thief would likely be sent back to collect at a later date.. Not a job that the Insurers will cover, and a chunk out of the old man's rapidly dwindling resources, that will delight our Area Controller... In fact, we have still to be given so much as a quote for all this work, though the GW insisted they go ahead anyways.. I've asked them politely (during the GW's absence) to decorate the outlets with the required laser-attracting chemical compounds and emulsions, and have shown the young fellow the powerful blue substance dotted randomly about our property, in an effort to preclude the arrival of our regular nocturnal visitor who's made such a mess of things..
Hopefully he will ask his superior if this is possible, and the job will be done properly...

The GameWrecker? No problemo.. I shall just point to my Excellent Neighbour's pipes and say it was recommended that we treat ours in similar fashion... *shrugs... Peace..

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Saturday 29th September 2012 at 3.34pm.