Back to the Land of the Blind..
(begun Tuesday 16th October at 5am..)


I'd forgotten to put the chain on the gates when I got home after the Meeting.  A senior moment that had actually turned out not half bad... By the time I'd plodded back up our fifty-two stairs, it was after 9pm and the big drops of rain were coming down steadily..  On a whim I'd tucked the Olympus into my top, and once I'd fixed the chain I'd taken some shots from under my brolly...  How those lasers love water.. Mine not to reason why, but they really do.... *beams..
The camera interprets them as teeny little V's of bright light, and I figure that's the closest I'm ever going to get to catching the laser beams themselves...  The air between the top of our stairs, looking down at our back door, was crammed with them, never mind the hologram spheres hanging there in all colours and sizes...

Some of my friends at last night's CPF Meeting were looking old and tired, and I'm damned sure I looked the same... Seems like I'm not the only one that's being employed to serve as a warning to others, and that Fabian Carey's untimely demise has gone a long way to upping the levels of fear among the Community...
While I whinge on endlessly of the tortures I endure at the hands of the Sadist and his designated proxies, my friends are faring little better over on Michan and Everton... *vomits..
Luck of the draw, or something more sinister?  Who gets to decide which particular frequencies are pumped through which powerlines? Balliram, FFS?  Having been at it the longest, does this give him Specialist status?
In the land of the blind, ja....

Are loyal CPF Members still being singled out for little 'extras' to be flooded into their homes while they sleep?  If Balliram has any say in the matter (and he surely does), I figure that's a given...
He'd remarked last night how people in their sixties were now going down with all manner of ailments previously endured by octogenarians and older... Nail on head much?
The levels of the BackFire frequency pumped into ours yesterday seldom dropped below unpleasant, and by bedtime I was angry... The pathetically spiteful Jabs to the Back as I'd climbed under the covers had me saying out loud that I was being pushed to cause a stir, and I meant it...
What could I possibly achieve after all this time, that would rock the boat the Sadist mans?  Like I'd muttered to him last night - enough pain applied, and I become seriously unpredictable...

Will the scurvy Bastard whine that the additional levels of the BackFire frequency are a must, since the monitoring is now being run from that much further away?  And you believe that crap? I lost count of the number of times the triple-woop! remote was employed yesterday, and I began to suspect that it's not after all, a tangible device that's clutched in someone's grubby fingers to activate when additional enhancement to ours is required... That it could easily be a noise created as our Area Controller hops into his own system from say, the Radio Station on Ridge, in order to zoom in to ours... The perfect alibi?  Not quite folks, and I must henceforth *ahem* be more diligent in recording each individual occasion that that remote is employed...

A couple of missives from the Mast Fighter yesterday at around 10am had caused a veritable flurry of triple-woops! to ring out from der Bunker as the Pig thundered on in to ours to control my replies... *blinks...
You want to know what Jannie van Zyl has been up to, in his ongoing quest for retribution?  You think he was going to let Ms. Dorny get away with the enforced removal of the iBurst Mast at Craigavon?  Apparently it's been nowhere near enough to have her home repeatedly flooded with devastating radio waves, and the Mast Fighter has just discovered there are plans afoot to erect a vodacom tower nearby... *spews...
Has her accidental discovery of these plans come in time for the Mast Fighter to repeat her stunning win against the Telecom giants and their involvement with the Experiment?
Popcorn and a comfy front-row seat will be a must for the next few weeks, as the power-drunk Strategist drools in anticipation of a massive payback score...

I'll admit I was startled when the GW told me I'd already been online for two hours yesterday morning.. I'd started off lamely enough with google maps, and I'd been trying to work out how far Eshowe was from the border, and had ended up on google street view, checking out all the twisted pair cabling in the neighbourhood.. *blinks... Now why does that little SAPS fixed-wing plane keep popping into my head, and it's daily flights up northwest?  WTF has that got to do with the Vryheid/Eshowe area?
Where does it land before it turns around and heads home, and who exactly, are it's passengers? You all know how easily I become muddled, so I guess I'll attempt a return trip to that little dorpie today, to double-check that it's those streets that have been fortunate enough to acquire a surprising upgrade from the Electricity Department's standard copper lines..

It goes without saying that as I grew more confident, I'd ended up cruising around Sherwood, and when I'd zoomed in on the Raftery/Harris cellmast it hadn't looked anything like it does today.. Doctored?  A clever tweak that appears only on our version of google street view?  I'd headed on down Harris Crescent to find that huge water leak in the road outside the Assessment Centre, and from there I'd gone on to check out the streetlight outside our Area Controller's home at No. 6... For some reason the picture was degraded and the pole was split in half midway, and simply refused to jump into focus.. *winks... The GW had finally found the fine print at the foot of the screen that gave the last google street update as September 2009.

The Pig had watched me closely yesterday afteroon (and I do believe we'd had a set of woops at the time), as I'd gone through all nine of my photo albums, to no avail... The couple of prints I'd had done of that mast are inconclusive, and one shows a droog up on the tiny circular platform, sans a satellite dish behind him, while the other, taken in 2009, merely shows the panels and the red light on top and I'd managed to cut off the important area below, where the satellite dish would've been placed.. Dumbass!  *mutters...
If I were able to freely load the relevant CD's I'd had burned as each memory card reached overload, and go through the hundreds off pictures taken, there's no doubt I'd be able to pinpoint exactly when the serious upgrade began..
When exactly the National Lottery had stepped in with the massive alterations and additions to the mini base station at St. Theresa's, including their tiny swimming pool, HERE...

It's not an option I can pursue, and you might care to ask Mistuh Balliram why the photos burned onto that pile of CDs tend to degrade and disappear once the files are opened on a computer.  Any computer...
I've kept them all anyway, carefully dated, in the vain hope that one day someone with the skill to override that particularly voracious virus would care enough to go through them all.. Dilly old bat... *mumbles...
The race to get everything just so, in time for the activation of Stefanus Roux's 'perfectly safe' laser shower machine, would've begun soon after google's street-view vehicle had disappeared over the horizon in September 2009, though I could've sworn that the first little satellite dish was already on the Raftery Road mast by then..
As much as I'd like to think there's something very wrong with googles view of that mast, it's more likely the old paranoia playing tricks with my severely cooked head, and my concept of time has gone south forever.. *eyeroll...

LATER at 7am

The levels of the BackFire frequency here in the back room are already unpleasant, despite my audible mutters that it be dropped..  What is it that has Balliram risking some possibly embarrassing fallout, should I be driven over the edge by the grinding pain?  How remarkable was it to find that my friend from Michan is currently enduring arthritic-like pain, and in particular his hip seems to be playing up?
The GW remarked just yesterday that he must have lain in bed too long, as he too was crippled, and I've been yammering here myself, of the attacks to my lower back and spine area over the last few days...
Anyone care to join the dots and accept that Balliram has hauled out a particularly vicious frequency from his arsenal, that's doing some real mischief to many of the older members of the nearby community? No? Of course you wouldn't... You're comfortable in the knowledge that my claims can never be proved, and I just hope you can retain that attitude should your own battered immune system begin to let you down..

By then of course, it will be too late, and raising your voice would merely target you for further abuse... *yawns..  As long as those fat perks come your way, you can continue to pretend that my allegations are merely so much poppycock.. But I must ask you this - What good is your juicy bank balance to you, once your health is compromised?  You'll take that chance?  Sure you will... *waves..
Peace..

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Tuesday 16th October 2012 at 9.11am...