Half-measures...
(begun Friday 28th December at 6.35am..)
*I've just checked to find The Graveyard Shift didn't make it onto my Timeline on Tweetdeck as it should've.. Like I said, our home and PC are still fair game, and nothing much has changed at all.. The deep ache that arrived on the right side of my jaw about half an hour ago, has finally disappeared, though Millie threatens to stir and wake as I type here in blogger....*
Never mind the cloud and the delicious wind out there.. It's already sticky and humid and is probably climbing back up to the thirties already... My Controller's wall enhancer continues to chat to THIS biggun under the booster cage over at the orphanage/Experiment Station, despite that the sun is high in the sky... I've just been out on the verge and fetched my orange re-cycling bag back in, as it looks like it won't be collected until at least next week. While I was out there, I drew a mock sphere on the big rock placed next to our streetlight, with what's left of that lump of chalk. After all, helpful is my middle name....
It would appear that the Sadist has dropped his feeble attempts at subterfuge for the moment at least, as his Beemer sits on their driveway this morning. Freddie's garage enhancer up at No. 12 was off nice and early, and I can't help but wonder if that's why Millie has been so well-behaved this morning and hasn't so much as murmured yet.. Even as I scribble here at the desk, I feel a set of faint knives to the back, as someone cautiously announces their arrival...
There'd been a mail waiting for me yesterday afternoon.. No, not the usual send to many spam that I delete on sight.. This one's subject line read something like 'I need a favour' and was from our Dominic, the Beemer Salesman from Capell Road.. Did I hesitate before deleting it? Nope. Instead, I opened gmail chat and typed in to the effect that although I wasn't about to risk opening his mail, he was welcome to chat to me in that little window on the right of the screen in gmail, next time he found me online. It shouldn't be a problem, as his green light is on more often than not, when I sign in.
There's been no word from him since, although I'm aware that my typed message will bob up to greet him in his mail when he logs on...
You've seen the picture he uses in gmail? Do you not find it a tad disturbing, or is it just me?
Mere coincidence that the chap adopts a similar stance to that bullying pervert of note, Collin P. Balliram? And then there's that seriously over-the-top symbol hanging around his neck.. He's a Madonna fan? It reminds me of how the Crumb had, on one memorable visit to our monitored CPF meeting room, dragged out his own version of that symbol from the neck of his shirt, resulting in a dishonourable mention on these pages shortly afterwards.. *eyeroll.. At the time I believe I'd remarked that judging by the size of it, he'd fished it out of the props box up at the AmDram's local headquarters at Sydenham Station, and now our Dom appears to have followed suit..
Will he have worked out something plausible to say today? As you probably know, the gmail chat option has a History function that may prove a little harder to corrupt than a standard mail, so one should tread carefully, hey Dom?
Heaven knows why, but I've long held the belief that you would know exactly why my erstwhile heroine over in Renaud Road has taken to suffering repeated bouts of a flu-like ailment, and why her once magnificent four-legged companion is now apparently displaying early signs of hip problems? She and her son were hand-picked for rather more manipulation than most, were they not? As a result her powerlines will be accessed regularly to ensure she toes the line, leading me to believe that her immune system is going downhill fast, and that chances are she'll be diagnosed as a diabetic before you've finished with her... *snarls... You'll have to forgive me if I've got you pegged all wrong, and that you've never met Balliram, let alone taken a hacking lesson from him, nor did Michael Barnabas the local Druglord and Ruler of the Zone empire, ever help in any way, to make your life a tad more comfortable?
That in fact, you're a straight up and down kind of guy, who would rather yank out his own toenails than be deliberately cruel to man or beast via the powerlines?
Saturday 29th December at 4.10am
The irritating and persistent squeak just outside the window fell hastily silent at my snort of derisive mirth, and instead the Enhancer bird called out for the first time this morning, down by Telkom's white wireless box.. *yawns...
Whoever it was that pulled the first daylight Eavesdropping shift yesterday, didn't appear to be carrying the same vengeful baggage as their Tutor. I've not logged any mention of the BackFire frequency whatsoever, although at 12 noon, something changed, and the cattle prod was out and having a full go at my ovaries as I sprawled in front of the telly... You want to check who was on at lunchtime, and let rip like that? At 1.26pm the GW had come through and struck up a conversation which had caught our Monitor off-guard, and they'd kicked off Balliram's house alarm, to my great amusement...
Apart from that, I'd had an astonishingly pain-free day.. Sure, there'd been the usual brief knives to the back as I'd trundled about our home, but apart from the lunchtime savagery, there'd been a marked lack of vindictiveness about the monitoring... Shortly after 6pm however, it was business as usual, and Millie had begun her grumbling.. At 7pm there'd been the familiar heatwave, and I see I'd logged 'feeling shit', but it had settled down not long afterwards to the occasional knife to the back, and nothing else much...
Are you bored witless by my endless accounts of what it's like to be set up as a centre for students to come practise their hacking and laser skills? My time-line will show that despite someone's best efforts, and the remarkable drop in the deliberate use of the BackFire frequency, little else has changed and won't, for the forseeable future...
Are you beginning to grasp that Chosen or not, you're a vital link in the Chain, and that it's unlikely that you or someone in your family are going to escape the results of your participation scott-free? See, I've got Millie here to sound the alarm at your arrival in our home, but what do you have to warn you that the emissions in your home have suddenly spiked? Your wrists? Pins and needles in your fingers or feet? A sudden cramp in your shin or ache in your knee? What about a quick knife to the temple or earache? An overwhelming hot flush, only you're a bloke?
None of the above, EVER, since you were recruited to the ranks of this heroic New Age army? Bullshit...
All of your immune systems will be taking a beating, whether you're aware of it yet, or not, though it may well be another member of your household that succumbs before you do...
The constantly fluctuating levels of EMR and wireless are doing you no favours at all, and it's possible that not too far down the road you're going to meet and become as familiar as I am, with Mistuh Pain...
LATER at 4.50am
He's just cranked up the airwaves and startled a bunch of noisy hadedas in the process.. Millie grumbles briefly, and subsides back into silence for the moment...
I'm suddenly overwhelmed by gloom at the knowledge that so many wonderful people have been suckered into joining this deadly operation, while believing they're doing the right thing.. Mr. Jannie van Zyl and his Superiors have a great deal to answer for, but who knows whether they too are merely marionettes in this rush to create one world order?
How'm I doing on Facebook? Have you been over to check out my pictures yet? You don't dare comment, scathing or otherwise? Is it my Settings that prevent you from unleashing your vitriol at my naive attempts to sound the alarm?
Who was it that finally saw the truth in those photos, and suggested that it was time the monster Balliram was reined in, to a certain extent? You're going to have to do a lot better than that, guys... Despite the kind removal of the horrific Backfire frequency, my little dog has taken to hiding under the desk, and even crawled under the small telephone table at some point, in an effort to escape the emissions... She's as reliable as Millie when it comes to an alarm system... Half-measures won't cut it, though ja, it's a start..
Your scurvy Expert in the Field knows to the nth degree what he's doing, and when he's thwarted in one direction, you'd better believe he'll find a workaround, probably using his students to do his dirty work for him... Like I said, a PosterBoy for Area Controllers around the country, and maygodhelpyouall....
Eight long years of unfettered freedom to rampage through the designated Labrat's homes, and perfect his skills, with appalling costs to our health, and you continue to support and protect him?
You couldn't ask for a clearer indication that you've been suckered on a Grand Scale, than the continued employment (in ANY field), of this seriously dysfunctional Pervert next door, finished and klaar...
It's now 5.30am, and my fat little dog is still sprawled on my pillow with her ears at rest, breathing normally.. Did someone hear me mutter out loud that over and above the inhumane abuse of our rights to health and privacy, it's what's being done to the voiceless animals that has caught Missus Karma's attention? I've taken to nudging Lady Fate each time I see the suffering in Sophie's eyes, and who knows but that you'll pay for it, one way or the other...*fingers crossed...
Ah - She's just this minute jumped off my bed and come through here to crawl as far under the desk as she can, as the emissions begin cranking up for the day....
Stay safe julle, and peace
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Saturday 29th December 2012 at 9.37am.
