Harm's way...
(begun Monday 10th December at 8am...)


You would have us believe that despite that eight years have passed since the inception of this culling technology, it's still in it's infancy, and errors in the levels of emissions are to be expected?? *disbelief... Lies.
Balliram is prized for the speed with which he mastered precisely which frequencies to employ in his assaults, and at exactly which levels to employ them..
Would you dare deny that the tears, curses, and groans that I've reported on for years as being forced audibly from his vulnerable victims at No.s 4, 5 and 8, during his premeditated attacks, would have aided him mightily in perfecting his sick craft?  That all and any talk of having to figure out the right levels to employ without damaging the occupants of the targeted homes, is simply so much bullshit?  Half the enjoyment was seeing those pesky and over-talkative hags reel under a series of ongoing and particularly savage assaults, was it not? Prameet?  Renette?  You took no pleasure at all, from seeing those you regard with contempt being attacked deliberately day after day, and night after night, via their powerlines and the laser program? Honestly?

Tsk, hang on... I forgot, honesty among the Data thieves is over-rated and frowned upon, and we wouldn't want to irritate the psychotic Twat at No. 6, now would we?  How's about you find your long-lost cojones and come create a Group to discuss openly the remarkable effects that all this magical technology is having on you and yours, since your enlistment to the ranks of the Yellow Army?  You're all absolutely fine, and the safety measures suggested by the Controller will keep you out of harm's way?  Good luck with that one...*shrugs...

LATER at 9.48am

Here's another of my endless questions... Who was it that so graciously allowed me to capture THESE stunning pictures of our streetlight cowling, last Wednesday around 6am?  Beyond a shadow of doubt, irrefutable evidence that there are indeed monitoring devices adorning both the cowlings and the poles themselves..  Activated with thoughtless abandon in order to monitor and record the banal chit-chat between me and No 2, when he came up to my gates to fetch Winnie's food?  A demonstration that certainly had an immediate, and no doubt desired effect on that nice young man...

As no attempt whatsoever was made to hide THIS light tucked inside the cowling, would it be safe to assume that Missus Newman had looked me in my bloodshot eyes and erm.. misinformed me that she was unaware of any such devices attached to the streetlights?  All of which leads to an even more depressing thought...
How my Excellent Neighbour had missed hearing Penny's shouts of alarm as Balliram's droog casually ripped the copper piping from our walls?   How far exactly, does loyalty to this dodgy Cause go?
godschild had been goodness personified, and had even come over and repaired our lounge ceiling shortly after our Controller had decided we needed an additional signal enhancer, and had sent another of his contacts to deliver the message in the early hours of the morning...

Did my Good Neighbour not wonder, albeit briefly, how the fellow had managed to access our yard and take his time getting up on the  roof, without our ever-alert Controller sounding some sort of alarm?  Did godschild not think twice about justifying those two events taking place on our property in full view of so much surveillance technology?  Are there to be further breaches of our boundary walls in the future, over and above the regular visits made by Balliram's designated Wall Jumpers?    Some rather more serious nastiness planned for down the road, as your Tutor informs you later that he was out of town at the time, and the Doorman at No.12 insists there'd been a sudden glitch to the system that had temporarily blocked his satellite feed?

Are you trapped to the extent that you'll willingly buy the ongoing lies and subterfuge, or has your own (godforbid) mindset changed to accept these criminal activities as being justified?  Sitting here at the desk now at 10.15am, who is it that creates that steady unpleasant burn on my back?  Freddie?  There are more than just the Housewives looking over my shoulder right now?   You've opened your doors wide enough to allow the Sadist to sneak in as well, or it's yourself, simply dancing to his tune?   Has my trust in my Excellent Neighbours been so truly misplaced that they would sit back and knowingly allow these criminal acts to take place, without doing anything?  Who sets the benchmark for the depths sunk to, to achieve the Project's goals?  The Sadist, with No. 11 hard on his heels, or would our Fred like to claim the runner-up position?  Nauseating thoughts indeed, but a reality that I must face...

Tuesday 11th December at 4.55am

It would appear that overnight, and in all that torrential downpour, a hardy band of cicadas have arrived to take up residence somewhere in the valley near the Freeway..*chokes.. Not the mock cricket chorus that has shrilled out mostly from the Rec Centre area for about eight years, but a species similar to the one that had kicked in it's song as I'd left Jimmy Bellow's field about a month ago, and then more recently, right on that property itself, after the gate mechanism had been 'readjusted'...
Why not?  They're Christmas Beetles and it's December, so why not?  I can't recall ever hearing cicadas in this neck of the woods, but the way things are going, it wouldn't surprise me to see a duck-billed platypus wandering about down in the valley.. *winks..

When the BackFire frequency suddenly over-rides my scrambled thoughts, you have to know it's spiking at some fairly hectic levels.. They'd started in on my neck and head long before I'd updated my blog yesterday, and by 11.40am, someone was back poking away with their cattle-prod at my neck and right ear... Five minutes later, and they were having a serious go at the back of my neck.. At 11.50am, the ubiquitous triple-whoop! rang out from der Bunker, as someone else joined the fray...
Some seriously malicious intent to do me a mischief, Balliram?  I'd booted up to go do a final blog edit at 2.08pm, and had rolled my eyes at the loud click that came from the kettle jack... Five minutes later I'd been in blogger when my face began to burn, and had grown so hot I swear I thought it would melt and run onto the keyboard... Fanbloodytastic!   *applauds... You want personal?  I figure you can't get much more personal than that blatant assault..

I remember when that little party trick had been a favorite employed by the Sadist, and I'd tell you of how those astonishing waves of heat would appear to come straight off the monitor and hit me full-on in the face... Someone must have pointed out to the Pig at the time that it was a fairly give-away ploy, and merely confirmed my claims of his control over our powerlines, as it had stopped, and has seldom been reintroduced until yesterday at 2.13pm .... *blinks...Had the Doorman at No. 12 stamped the hands of the lunchtime rubberneckers by then, making it difficult to choose who gets the points for that particular bit of brutality?

LATER at 5.30am

The rain's literally bucketing down again, right now, and you can guarantee that if I fetched one of my cameras I'd get lucky.. Not as lucky as I was last night when I'd nabbed THIS set of winners, but lucky nonetheless...
You've seen the amazing additions made to UKZN's Medical Department down by King Edward?  If the Mast Fighter were to arrive down there without any warning and use her state-of-the-art emission measuring devices, would the results elicit a world-wide howl of outrage?  As a dyed in the wool conspiracy theorist, I firmly believe that the WHO are already on board the Experiment, so no - apart from a few squeaks from as yet unconverted Academics, the appalling levels of radiation down there would go unmentioned..

She sits working in that cloud of technology day after day, and comes home to face the levels prescribed by a Druglord's so-called expert in the field, only these levels are running inside her home.. Flu-like symptoms and a cough you can't shake?  Go stand over there with that growing number of citizens who's immune systems are crumbling before this techno assault, why don't you?
See, Dominic, instead of wasting your time checking me out in gmail, you'd do better to start raising your concerns with your Mentor...
You have no concerns?  Is your home over in Capell Road decked out in burnt orange or ochre brown? Do you have black glass on any of your windows?
Are you trapped by your financial circumstances to obey your Mentor until you draw your last breath?  Wake up dude... Ms. Dorny's devices proved that eThekwini has the highest readings of all those she's already made, from Capetown to Gauteng.. While you may just escape the overdoses that occur when your own power supply is accessed, you and yours are nonetheless in the thick of it, and in the end it makes no difference which Team you bat for.. As long as you stay obediently silent this abuse will continue.. Is it worth it?  Seriously?  Holding someone's health in your hands, and watching their most intimate moments may provide you with cheap thrills, but it ain't going to repair the damage that's inexorably being done to your own health..

All the years that I've tried to warn you that your Tutor is a psychotic Sadist, have been regarded as some sort of hilarious inside joke, right?  Have you the nerve to question the levels you're being ordered to employ, or are you so whipped you'd rather not stick your neck out, in case he turns on you?  Like I said before, the perks may be juicy, but if you're too ill to enjoy them, what's the bloody point?
Peace..

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Tuesday 11th December 2012 at 9.07am.