The bottom line...?
(begun Sunday 25th November at 3.48am..)


Does Mr. Jali have to check in with his Handler before he can even so much as reply to my texts?  It certainly would appear so.. I'd sent him an sms early Friday morning, asking him to let me know if he was coming to work yesterday, same as I always do... Silence..  Very often he'll come back and say he can't make it, and can he come Sunday instead, and I guess that's because his Jaguars Club contact is still busy deciding what chemical compounds they're going to give him to dot about our property... *yawns...  I'd said  out loud and clear to the GW at some point yesterday, that if V didn't pitch, I'd haul out the weed wacker and demonstrate that it simply wouldn't work for either of us...  It's been a long time since these two old pensioners entertained Balliram as they struggled futilely to get the Bosch lawn mower going, and failed...
Standing on the front lawn in DLOS to those tiny red pinpoints of light decorating the Bunker's faschia board, he couldn't miss, and he'd simply blocked the power supply to the motor each time we switched it on.. *eyeroll.. A minor, but no doubt satisfying amusement, and it's possible the Creep feels the need for a re-run, though I won't be obliging him today, judging by the cloud cover and wind out there...

Did the elaborate handover of control to his Second-in-Command at No. 12 fool any of you?  Did my neighbours at Nos.10 and No. 16 seriously believe for one minute that the veangeful and petty Controller was going to withdraw from our home? Balliram took to heading out for the day leaving the BackFire frequency running at excrutiating levels, so that his smart phone would relay so much as a cough back to him wherever he was.. I'm darned if those exact levels aren't pumping out in here right now, as the intermittent thready squeak of a nearby NAT carries above the wind...
Does Freddie have his Controller's staying power? Can he keep up with the crazy hours required by Data Thieves, to achieve their 'work', or is it ultimately going to knock his already compromised immune system for six?  Will the new metal patio roof do anything at all to deflect the waves of EMF that fill the air?

I must go through my albums and check the shots I took of der Bunker going up next door.  If I'm not mistaken, I've got several showing just how thick those walls are.  More evidence of the unequal nature of this inhumane Experiment...  If the quantum laser comms. system is as safe as Roux insists it is, why the need for the double layer of bricks to build der Bunker?  Were you afforded the same options?  Were you assisted financially to at least add some measure of protection against the fallout to your home?  EMR repellant paint perhaps?

Has anyone bothered to tell our new neighbour at No. 4 that anything less than a double row of bricks will have both him and his family exposed to more shit than the average human system can handle?
I see they have the builders in down there, and hopefully it's not just to make cosmetic changes, but to ensure a real effort is made at protecting themselves from fallout...
Anyone checked on the family that bought Carol's house up at No. 734 Jan Smuts Highway?  Anyone honest, that is?... You'd be a fool to think you'd get a truthful report from the Liar next door, and that's a fact.. Do they have a live-in maid?  An elderly parent who's home all day?  The very least you can do is to warn them of the symptoms to watch for, and give them the option of relocating, rather than ending up as martyrs to this glorious Cause... *mutters...  Options that weren't given to the unfortunate Mr. Essay at No. 20, though I'm pleased to say it appears efforts have since been made to at least protect his widow and daughter...

The Paramedic?  Another in the full line of fire, though that immensely thick brick boundary wall may serve to deflect at least some of the ridiculously over-the-top emissions...  Do many of you now carry your own portable multi-reader devices, and have you spent any time at all studying up on what levels are acceptable, and what are ultimately going to kill you and yours?  Or do you merely ask Balliram to explain to you how they work and accept his reassurances that the levels he employs are harmless? *chokes
The Mast Fighter's devices recorded levels that were way over the standard accepted emissions in most civilised countries around the world.  Simply because all regulations were deliberately scrapped here in 2002, the population have accepted this blindly as the norm... *vomits..

Are you as fervently righteous as Jannie van Zyl's No. 1 Recruit to the Yellow Army? I can sommer hear Bevonk insisting that he's prepared to lay down his life to clear out the Corrupt from Government, and to save his country from total ruin... Like the rest of his colleages in the 'new' Intelligence Department, he's actually been brainwashed into believing that exposing the filth step by laborious step will ultimately change things for the better, and by now he'll find it impossible to see the bigger picture...
It's the thrill of the chase, ne Meneer?  As you close in on your seriously crooked prey, and fish about in every facet of his/her filthy private life, before gleaning enough info to have them exposed publicly?  You think I'm not charmed to open the newspaper and see yet another Porker outed for their criminal activities?  I love it, but the thing of it is, that exposing them seems to be where it ends, and that only a handful get the justice they deserve, while the rest are free to carry on with their nefarious activities, untouched by the embattled justice system...

Am I suggesting that these Agents employing the Surveillance technology are wasting their time?  To a degree, yes.. Was BeVonk ever clinically tested to assess whether he was suited for the job of Monitoring?  Whether he's able to remain unbiased and in control of his emotions, no matter what the circumstances?  That no matter what he saw and heard on his invasive missions, he was at no point even tempted to open his arsenal of wireless frequencies and to 'punish' his target via his powerlines?  If that's the case, then you certainly employ a vastly different breed of Controller to that of the eThekwini Operatives...   It can't be denied that many of the Agents down our way are, just like Janneman's protege Balliram, closely affiliated to Organised Crime, though what the Telkom Strategist won't admit, is that these vicious criminals have a designated role to play in bringing the country to it's knees..
Oh come now Jannie - You're as guilty as the very worst of those offenders, and the ongoing attacks on the Mast Fighter's home in Craigavon are irrefutable evidence that you're every bit as maliciously vindictive as your carefully nurtured Pet Monkey, Collin P. Balliram... *eyeroll...

When last night's howling gale finally brought the rain down hard, I'd gotten luckier than usual.. You want to see the results of my endeavours? The wind was so strong it caused the spheres to appear like glowing comets with their own tails HERE.. Check out THIS astonishing example taken from my kitchen door out into the courtyard, as a cloud of the pretty buggers zoom across the frame like mini rockets... You can see the sisal plant on the left in sharp detail, so no, it's not a user fault, but a clear rendition of what the wind does to those orbs as it buffets them about on their path....

I'd spent ages up the ladder in the kitchen yesterday morning, as I tried to build a cover for our Mains Box, from the roll of sisolation (sp) she'd kindly given me...He'd let me struggle on unaided, right up to the point where I'd taped my end results to the wall surrounding the box, at which point he'd said it wouldn't do at all..*sags.. I'd typically had a mini-meltdown at that point... Lord alone knows what I'd hoped to achieve by covering the Electricity box with such laser-attracting silver foil, but Mr. Helpful had said my efforts could lead to the box overheating, and so late yesterday afternoon, I'd fetched out the ladder again and ripped my handiwork away from the wall, leaving it basically as exposed as it was before...

Some of the wilder ideas I come up with, are bound to cause convulsions of mirth among my Watchers, and I've no doubt that this was one of them.. The square of heavy duty foil I'd placed on the back of my lounge chair had turned out to be just as useless, and someone had spent the better part of the evening going out of their way to prove it... The bottom line?  Hey, I'm screwed, but that message is still fumbling to find what passes for my brain... Take care..
Peace..
*Endless mischief being made here this morning and I find it includes my hitting Publish without any results at all...*

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Saturday. 25th November 2012 at 8.57.