Midnight Oil...
(begun Friday 9th November at 3.45am..)

*Are any of Balliram's students stupid enough to believe they fly solo in monitoring ours this morning? From the horrendous levels of BackFire I'm currently enduring, the Sadist is very much breathing over my shoulder as I type.. *spews..*

We were on that back road running though Bellair and Sarnia, and heading up through the rain to Pinetown, when we'd passed one of those small but solidly-built railway houses on our left.  There was a hideous fake-tree mast literally feet from the front door, and the place looked abandoned.. How desperate do you have to be financially to have a monstrosity like that stuck in your front garden?
Several of the Strategist's ingratiating fanbois would've whispered to him, asking whether he'd like them to resurrect the Fighting faster mobile broadband thread, and so it was that when I'd logged into mybroadband briefly yesterday afternoon, that pack of lies and nonsense had been kicked back into life to provide a platform for the Telkom Agent to hold forth with his snake-oil sales pitch.. *chokes..

Ja - The crock he peddles, that ultimately reassures the sheep that the more the masts, the lower the emissions..  Right now the need for additional masts is paramount, if the quantum laser surveillance system is to be able to harness every home in the country, and it's got sod-all to do with your cellphone reception, but rather the Eavesdropper's ability to enhance the stolen audio/visual data and relay it back to a satellite...
The great Strategist would've shrugged at his boot-licker's suggestion, and donned his I could care less mask, before leaping onto the dais and trotting out his tired Party line...
No offence Janneman, but you pipped me to the post on this occasion, by winning the Predictability Award of the week.

You're going to get those eyesores up by fair means or foul, and to get an idea of just how foul works, go visit www.looklocal.co.za and check out the 9th November issue of the Northglen News, Front Page No Consultation article.  Who's in charge of Marketing and Promoting the surveillance technology over in Durban North?  Who was it that first began encouraging the local youth to become proficient in the use of the laser program, and taught them how to hack into their neighbour's homes as much as five years ago?
Just as the Druglord Barnabas had spent his ill-gotten millions on buying strategic properties across the Zone, would it appear that this strategy has been employed across the country.  My word, but would I like to be privy to who it was that bought No. 153 Kensington Drive some five years back, though it's likely that information will have been carefully muddied or lost by now... *winks...

You care to bet that's going to be the route taken from now on?  With the communities growing fear of living too close to a mast, how simple is it to purchase a property and sit on it until the time is deemed ripe to ignore the legalities and erect the thing almost overnight?  Piece of pie, hey Jannie? And ja, anyone who perhaps personally knows the Derek Field that's quoted in that piece, may want to keep a close eye on that family over the next couple of years, including any full-time domestic they may employ.
It's now par for the course that dissenters are quietly enrolled as Labrats for their section, and that their powerlines become a busy thoroughfare for the vital training up of nearby hackers...

I'd have to say that Millie the Gross is easily as accurate as the most sophisticated measuring device you could find, and between us we've tried to give you a blow-by-blow (!) account of just what happens to you physically, each time your Area Controller and his 'students' barrel on in to your home to thieve your private lives from under your noses...
Okay - So it's a fact that between Allen Spence and Balliram's early fumblings in 2005, when I'm guessing those difficult-to-see satellite dishes on the Barnard Road mast were activated, that our collective immune systems took an enormous beating.. A battering that ultimately had the Abomination on my back volunteering as a measuring device for the emissions in the surrounding homes...
It'll be the same out in Durban North, and the stay-at-home mums, pensioners, and full-time domestics will inevitably be the front-line victims who risk having their protective layer cooked to a crisp during the initial set-up between this new mast and access to ratepayer's individual powerlines...
Anyone spotted our Superintendent of Electricity for Durban, Allen Spence, out their way over the last couple of years?  Man, you'll know him when you see him up your streetlight, with his Grim Reaper scythe strapped to his back...

Again, I've no way of knowing what, if anything, that the charming Agent was flogging on Sunday, is the truth.. *sighs... We took a ride down to Oliver Lea Drive yesterday, and it turns out my memory hadn't failed me after all... It's every bit as bad as I'd remembered, and the area is a veritable forest of masts and pylons..
As if that weren't enough, the PTB have erected a series of hugely powerful overheads that the GW tells me surround some sort of bus depot, right next to an electrical sub-station.
I should've taken a picture for you, but I'll fix that oversight in the near future.  Meanwhile, you should take a drive down Prospect Road to Oliver Lea Drive and see what's sitting at that dangerous little intersection. One of those powerful sets of overheads has been erected to face up and into Umbilo, and was fully active at what must have been around 11am in the morning.. *vomits copiously..

Jesus, Joseph and Mary! You had no choice? On your bones financially, and the idea of sticking it to the Wikked was irresistible?  You have a flair for IT, and when they approached you, you leapt at it as being the answer to your money problems?  You're a beautiful creature and I'd hazard your immune system is only now starting to show cracks as a result of the career path you've chosen.. Have your Handlers subsidised you, that you were able to at least put a protective EMR- repellant coat of paint on your property?  The dull ochre-brown is IMHO the least offensive, and would afford you perhaps a modicum of safety.. An option of course that won't be made available to the surrounding ignoramouses....
Have they offered to fund the enormous cost of the black glass windows, like THESE up the road at No. 16? Have your Handlers loaned you the +- R20ks for a special sleeping net for your embattled mama, that she may escape at least some of her pain?

And yes - I can see for myself the dedication with which you're going after the local dealers,but dear Heavens, you're bright enough to figure out it's a wild-goose chase, surely?  Do you seriously think you and your team of purported Good Guys can take on the Druglord Barnabas and WIN? *chokes  *A message just bobbed up at the top of my page to say there was an error in saving my update so far*
For every scuzzy Runner or Dealer you take off the streets, they'll be replaced by half a dozen more, and you're fighting a losing battle.
See, it's not just the ShaikBoyz who hold their homie Earl Michael Barnabas in such high esteem, but the Telecom's giants who sit way above that sorry Purveyor of Misery, and it's they that are seeing to it that the country is swamped by banned substances, in order to make their goals easier to achieve...

Let me run this by you...  Your Handlers have whispered to you that yes, they're aware that the ship-jumping Area Controller Collin P Balliram is in fact an incorrigible Criminal with sadistic leanings, but that at this point there is nothing they can do to have him removed without alerting the rest of the Corrupt Swine who have control of this surveillance technology?  Man - Have I lost my marbles completely?  I play it over and over and I get no real malice from you at all...*stumped... Am I that desperate for a kind word that I'm overlooking the bleeding obvious?
He'd come out onto his verge yesterday at 10am, while I was standing waiting for the GW to pick me up, and I swear he was wearing his one-time Mentor's dusted-off  'I'm not in any way as you describe me' cloak, last worn by it's original owner back in the early 2000's...  Hey, I'm well aware that the Chop is merely a Tool used by the likes of van Zyl and his Handlers as much as you are.. But - and by george it's a big BUT.. He enjoys the options this wireless weaponry allows him, way too much...

You might like to ask him which of his students burned the midnight oil with him last night?  As early as 9.50pm I'd woken to find my legs and feet vibrating under attack, and at 1.30am I was again rudely awoken by an astonishingly deep ache in my right hip... The Pig has students who happily pull all-nighters, or are those hours reserved for some sort of Master Class in Sadism?  Balliram will have been sold to you all as the most experienced in the art of operating the laser/wireless surveillance technology, as he's been at it the longest....
By now the levels he insists are required to fully enhance the Eavesdropper's access to your personal lives, will have been printed into the regulation Spy Manual... *heaves..
Millie insists that you need to review those levels with haste, or Siener van Rensburg's dire 'Net die sterktes sal die smeltkroes oorleef' is well on it's way to becoming fact... Ag, bollocks to all this doom and gloom!  The clouds have cleared enough for Mr. Sol to creep up behind the mini base station, and I swear that right now I love you all, despite that at 6am the levels of BackFire are already unpleasant.. Revenge is delicious, is it not, Balliram?
Peace..

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Friday 9th November 2012 at 8.50am.