Hard feelings...?
(begun Tuesday 6th November at 4.05am..)


Look, look!!  The monkey can talk!  Was that how it went, when I finally began finding the words I needed, to make even the slightest bit of sense?  There were a fair amount of youngsters using the Internet even back then, and to have a 55 year-old cretin fall into their laps was a bonus... The good years, hey Balliram?
Hacking into our PC and holding the doors wide open for the rest of them to come on in and gawp at my struggles was a high point in your sorry life?  Hell, yes...
Course it snowballed, and you became a sort of legend for a while, did you not?  Were your fanbois equally impressed when it became glaringly obvious you had connections down at the Springfield Electricity Depot, and that you could arrange for our powerlines to take hefty surges and spikes?

We lost appliances hand-over-fist back then, and many of the pins and plugs were blackened to a cinder...
Once I'd wrongly outed those two unfortunate idiots to the Mweb Abuse guys, it hadn't been long before you'd been revealed as the instigator, and had taken a slap on the wrist for your pains...
We'd had Gary Alexander and the GuptaBoys monitoring our PC after that.. Just up until Jannie van Zyl or his counterpart at the time, could wangle an NIA clearance status for Balliram, giving him official ownership of our computer...
Egged on by his growing band of supporters, Balliram would've openly taken a vow to ruin my life.. Twit!

Though I'll stick to my guns and insist that it was no coincidence they took up residence next door in 1998, it's possible the Goondaboy only had the barest outline of what was to come, at that stage... All he would've been tasked to do, was to hook up with local internet users and befriend them... By the time Sahara pulled out of our computer, Balliram was officially set to go as our Controller...
Those were the days, hey Chop?  The decapitated toads left in my hadeda pool, and the mock-suicide tableau laid on for my benefit, as you and Nayager went on the rampage throughout the area, to fill your Brief of causing chaos and mayhem...
Made drunk by his own elevated status, it wouldn't have occurred to the Knob that not everyone was impressed by his bullying criminal tactics, and that there was a break-away faction online who saw him for the cheap crook he is...

I'm guessing it's to those chaps that I owe my continued existence on blogger.com?  Funny enough, I suspect that Jannie or his counterpart (Bezuidenhout?) also had a hand in my being allowed to gibber on freely on blogger.. After all, I was a classic example of what would happen to loud-mouthed, opinionated cretins once the technology was in place... Years later, when I finally began to tentatively try my hand at speaking English, it was too late to shut me down, for that would've given credence to my claims and allegations, and ruined my carefully nurtured reputation as the Idiot of the Decade...
So ja - to those of you out there who stuck your necks out and insisted I be allowed to continue blethering on, you know who you are, and I'm suitably grateful...
Does that answer the question of why I've not been summarily shut down, despite my ongoing naming and shaming?  It'll have to do... *shrugs...

Am I set to go after the Right2Know guys?  Or am I over the offence I took at their presentation on Secrecy in the Community blatantly held in the Memorial Tower Block Hall at UKZN? Are they in fact a branch of Jannie van Zyl's Recruitment Centre for the Experiment?  They give public talks now and then, in order to land a few more fish for their monitoring teams?  Who actually runs the site here in South Africa, and who sponsors it?  vodacom?  *makes note to stumble about for more details...

I finally figured out how it was done, and I'd sent her a text last night in friendly fashion.. I see I didn't save it, but it went along the lines of 'text come in to phone in my bag say mention (insert nearby land-locked little country)?  Win a bet?'  Double-Dutch?  I'd put a wink and a mouthful of teeth at the end, and had meant it.  She's a lovely girl, and was simply having a bit of fun at my expense...
Here's how it must have happened... I'd climbed into my lift's car just before 9am on Sunday, and Millie had immediately shrieked in protest, and I'd turned to her and said 'your car is tagged for sure'...
We'd arrived way too early to meet Vanessa at the NSA, so we'd sat in the Parking Lot chatting, while the Eavesdroppers happily recorded my every word, and quite probably relayed some of it straight back to V nearby.

Like I said, I'd put all three phones in my foil-lined bag once we'd sat down to order our coffee, though it's possible she had a back-up in her purse that she'd put on the table between us..*winks... The text that came in to her phone tucked in my bag towards the end of our Meeting, would've been to remind her to toss (insert small country - ag, to hell with that) Swaziland into the pot, to liven things up, and I swear both our eyes must have bulged slightly when she'd complied.. *chokes..
We'd taken leave of V and were walking back to the car when my lift said to me how fortunate it was that we'd been early, and that I'd mentioned Swaziland to her, and now there was V confirming what I'd said.. *coughs wildly..
Ahh, the hours of fun that can be enjoyed at the expense of a dyed-in-the-wool Simpleton..*curtseys...

Hard feelings? You're kidding me... If what she told me about her mum is true, then that nice young woman has her own set of problems to deal with. If it wasn't - No harm done.. *shrugs...
The Right2Know guys OTOH, are a very different kettle of fish, and if indeed they're involved in any way with this vast culling exercise that is the Experiment, they deserve to be outed as more than just hypocrites... If there's so much as the suggestion that they liaise with the likes of my Area Controller, Collin P. Balliram, and are prepared to condone his continued employment, you can safely bring out the tar brush and apply at least one coat that they fully deserve... *vomits...

I see I've jotted down that at ten minutes to eleven last night Balliram had flooded me with the Throat Choker, and I'd begun barking away spasmodically in between cursing him, when he'd hit me full-on in the left eye with a laser beam...  You'd be the first to agree that the Cur is now touted as an expert in his field, would you not, and therefore the odds of that Needle to the Eye being an error, are slim to non-existent..?
That, my dears, was a deliberate and savage attack on my already badly-degraded eyesight, and you can rest assured it won't be the last...
I must have provoked the poor fellow, and only got what I deserved?  Do you effing well HEAR yourselves? *snarls...

The laser program used by the locals is beyond my comprehension, but it's very different to Roux's laser shower machine, and I'd have to take a flyer and say that the few beams I've managed to actually see, are individually manned and operated... The six inch long silver line that sped along past my kitchen door one evening recently, from Balliram's at No. 6 to No. 10, was not a part of Roux's ultra short laser shower machine by a long shot, as were several others I've seen indoors, mostly out the corner of my eyes...
The small, pink target seeking sphere HERE on the wall behind the TV, is controlled by the Sadist personally, and I'd guess is mighty useful when nuking precise targets...
All pretty stomach-churning when you consider how the youth in every neighbourhood are being encouraged to employ these lasers on innocent targets, under the guise of it being a fun-filled Game, FFS...

Anyone check out the 'Fighting against faster mobile broadband in SA thread posted by jes in the Broadband & IT Forum at mybroadband on 3rd November?  I'd found it on the opening News page, with a photo of four of the Craigavon residents nogal, and no sign of Ms. Dorny...
I guess someone had noticed the scurrilous content of that thread and last time I looked, it had been hastily pushed to the bottom of the queue where it wouldn't be noticed...
Were several of those crass posters absolutely certain that Karl Muller wouldn't be able to defend himself against those blatant lies?  What do they know that I don't? *looks at Janneman...
I'm easily unnerved by the Rocket Scientist's lengthy silences, though generally speaking there's always been a logical reason for them...  Damn! It's light out and I must go...

LATER at 6.39am

When he'd said he'd take me out for a beer, if he ever finds himself back in SA, I'd had to remind him that despite my deep smoker's rumble, I was of the female variety, and would prefer a vodka... Unfazed and charming, just as Karl Muller describes him, I'd called Barrie Trower for a chat yesterday, and I hadn't been disappointed.
He'd confirmed that the laser/wireless Experiment was up and running across the world, and for that alone it had been worth phoning him.. *beams...

That fearsome neon strip above my Excellent Neighbour's back door was active last night, and though Balliram continued to pump unacceptable levels of the BackFire frequency into our lounge, he'd managed to refrain from hitting my neck as he'd done on a previous occasion.. Small mercies, pfftt...
Uncomfortable as I was, I'd gone outdoors to snap off some random pictures... Again, the results show fewer than ever spheres in the front garden, and those that I caught were not up to my now stringent standards, and I deleted them.... In the back yard? Whoa!
Could THIS picture be used as evidence, should my little banger go down with even more problems in the near future?  Seriously - Check it out.. Both the store-room walls under the garage, and the garage wall itself are literally covered with different-sized spheres.. A sort of DOS attack on my car?

LATER at 7.15am

For the record?  The BackFire levels in my kitchen are running just short of full-on Knives to the Back, despite my audible requests that it be lowered... Pretty much gives away my Controller's real agenda, wouldn't you say?
Peace julle..

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Tuesday 6th November 2012 at 9.27am.