Total Ruin..
(begun Monday 8th October at 6.35am..)

*The PC was still loading some fifteen minutes earlier, when the first of Nervous Neddie's triple-woops! rang out from der Bunker... Withdrawn from ours? Bollocks....*

I'd made the first trip across the front lawn to the bird-feeder unscathed, but I wasn't so lucky the second time, when he'd hit a bullseye on that area below my knee, and he'd had me limping hastily back indoors...
As with all the other points that he's concentrated on, (mostly while I sleep?) it's now OWNED, just as my Broken Wrists and Hip can suddenly kick in whenever he chooses to target them...
Weakened to the point where I doubt it takes much effort on his part to nail a specific area and remind me of his genius at any given time.. *gags...
*Today he's chosen to constantly change my font to italics instead of removing the letter u, and one is forced again to question the quality of 'special' operatives in this country...*
He's got the Throat-Choker running at the moment that, while irritating, is preferable to having Millie in flames upon my back... *koff, koff, koff!

Any other heavy smoker like myself would no doubt ascribe it to the coffin nails, only it's far removed from that source.. Spasmodic and dry, and you bark away uncontrollably, whether you're a smoker or not, and apparently one can actually black out from it, as my VC discovered last year...
A not insignificant weapon in the Yellow Army's arsenal, and I'd lay odds that it's been 'tested' on more than a few elderly citizens of the Zone, to their cost...
A pin-tailed whydah has just flown by the window.. Another happy first sighting of the season... *beams..

A Muslim Mole? Wow! The GameWrecker was telling me that Obama's mum was a full-on supporter of Communism and that the President himself is a Muslim, and that he's been under investigation by the FBI for yonks... And there I'd been thinking his election was simply due to his  IT technology friendliness, when all along it had been a sign to reassure the Faithful that the world would one day be theirs...   Have these revelations unsettled the USA's man in the street, or have they always been aware of his past, and simply accept that he's the right bloke to run the country?  A scam on a scale of magnitude that boggles the iota of grey matter sloshing around upstairs, I tell you... *blinks..
The sparrow-hawk just did a U-turn right in front of me as he attempted to go after his breakfast, and a triple-woop! rings out from der Bunker at 7.15am..  Almost immediately several jabs of pain hit my right wrist and my hand struggles to hold onto the pen and continue writing.. Such a clever lad..*applauds..

Thursday 9th October at 4.30am..

There'd been somewhat of a messy scramble at around 6.40pm last night, when Balliram realised I might be about to send the CPF Minutes off to my mailing list..  A further lot of triple-woops! and our lights had dipped wildly twice, and then he'd set off his own house alarm for the second time... Two minutes later, and another urgent triple-woop! from der Bunker, and presumably he was in ours... Sort of negates all the efforts gone to, to have me believe all proxies have left our PC.   Tsk, tsk...
One of our regular 'visitors' piggy-backs in on the mybroadband newsletter, and despite that I delete it right away, you can count on there being a fresh newsletter waiting for me when I go back online later.. *winks.. I can only suppose it's a tried and tested method used by hackers to access one's pc and mail... *yawns..

Will Balliram's relationship with the Newbie at No. 4 eventually come to irritate Missus Patel?  Does he already knock on their door (figuratively speaking), at all hours of the day and night, to have him hop into ours and cause mischief?  Whatever.. He'd made absolutely certain that Sunday's relative peace and quiet wasn't repeated yesterday, and it had been heatwaves, BackFire, and Knives to the Back, from 8am onwards..*vomits.. Nearly every assault was accompanied by the sound of his unmissable Noise Assisted Transport, to boot...

I'd tried to find the black substance that's been slapped about our property so freely, and the best I could come up with was strontium.  The stuff that's been put on a couple of the smaller paving stones on the second terrace, and on that stone in the wall right next to our old electricity meter box, for starters... At some point I guess I'd given up and instead, had typed 'hologram spheres lasers' into the search bar and I'd nearly tipped out of my chair when, among all the results, I'd found a picture that I could've easily taken in our yard.. *startled... You might try typing 'hologram spheres, Bushy Creek, Hobart, Tasmania' and see what you come up with?
Is that suburb a testing area for a similar technology to Roux's, or is that picture genuinely the result of some sort of spiritual manifestation?  Is there a University or College not too far from Bushy Creek, that has a Physics Department, or a wireless base station running from the campus?

Since watching those Australian Customs Officials on the Border Security show confiscate that Plonker's laser, tucked neatly into it's box, it was pretty much a given that the Ozzies are already having their rights to privacy removed from under their noses... Tasmania would've made a great testing area, depending on the number of cellmasts and radio towers that exist, and whether there's an institution that could've set up the necessary wireless base.. You want to have a go and see if you can solve this mini mystery?   I'd hate to rain on that blogger's parade, but her picture of spheres looks so familiar that I can't help but think they're man-generated, and have little to do with anything spiritual at all...

Where had the Environmentalist's kid been camping some years ago, when he'd gotten back from the bush to find that among all the photos he'd taken, there were pictures of spheres?  I'm really struggling to get my old head around the idea that we're all linked together somehow... The Rocket Scientist, the Mast Fighter, the Environmentalist, debbie, and hanging on gamely at the very tail end, me myself and I... Not simply because we all share a similar interest, but for some other as yet obscure reason... Ag, it's unlikely I'll ever find that answer, as I've limped away from my latest futile effort to lick my wounds and call it a day...
Maybe this morning I'll try and concentrate between assaults, on hoping for a miracle.. As long as I keep it positive I never cease to be amazed by the results, even it it's just the brief flash of a blue-eared starling on the bird bath.. *beams..

What the heck is black light?  I'd lay odds that if I were to wiki it, I'd be none the wiser.. Where did Stef Roux eventually get his long-awaited laser shower machine?  Aachen in Germany?
Jannie van Zyl will no doubt have whispered the answers to many of the questions that drive me nuts, to several of his more 'intellectual' recruits..   Is SA really the first in Africa to install the Experiment technology, or is there some other considerably smaller country that beat us to it?
Am I over-thinking the whole thing, or is there a reason why they're up there, only they don't know it yet?
Fark, it's 5.45am already, and Millie has just cringed under an increase in the BackFire frequency.. Time is flying by, and I'm still running on the spot and getting nowhere, dammit... I'm off to do a few chores..

LATER at 6.20am

I'd stood and watched as a couple of cars had gone up the Crescent.  Nothing.. I was walking away, when a white container truck came into view, heading down towards the stop street.  I hustled back to the gates for a clear view of the inside of our streetlight cowling, and saw the white flash as the vehicle went by..
How often I'd insisted to B.Snr. as we'd stood chatting at my gates, that Balliram was blatantly activating his monitoring options, as the rush-hour traffic sped up and down the street past us...*pink
So, I've been wrong all along about the audio/visual technology I've insisted is in those cowlings?  No ways.  That shiny mirrored button is there for a purpose, and it certainly doesn't explain THIS clear pinpoint of light that was active during a powercut..  A reflection of my camera's flash?  At that distance?  I don't think so...

The streetlights are an integral part of the surveillance technology and like I said, those silver bands that hold the cabling to the poles are designed to be an easy target for a laser to activate the monitoring when necessary... Sure I'm disappointed that the reflective button inside the cowling has probably nothing to do with Balliram's manual efforts after all, but it doesn't change my assertion that your home and verge can be put on a live satellite feed anytime these Criminals wish to arrange for mischief to be carried out at yours...
It's a given you'll be told the technology is for your own protection, but that as yet there aren't sufficient monitors to man the feeds.. Rubbish. The Housewives League are more than capable of adding the street and verge monitoring to their given tasks...

Has Martin Welz been whispered to of counter-Intelligence's efforts to invade the Department of National Security and topple the corrupt within?  Of the wondrous laser/wireless technology that's allowing the so-called 'good' Operatives to access the homes and offices of the top brass, and supposedly bring them down?  Do several of these Operatives feed Noseweek with information that Welz wouldn't otherwise have access to?
The very idea that Martin wouldn't immediately grasp the implications of such invasive technology is ludicrous.. Or is he another, like the mybroadband creator, who was persuaded to believe this surveillance system is the only way to save the country from total ruin, and that by allowing his Forum to be used as a Recruitment Centre for the Yellow Army, rpm was doing the right thing?
There's no doubt that Martin Welz is a Good man, though I'd love to know more about him, and what he did before he created Noseweek, to delight us with his no-holds-barred exposes...
Peace..

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Tuesday 9th October 2012 at 9am..