THE MEANS TEST...
(begun Monday 30th January at 4.35am...)
Poor old Hamilton.. Hauled out of his forgotten little corner and dusted off for the Funeral on Friday, he would've been the only one on their list that they could persuade or coerce into speaking kindly of the dead man, and anyway, the eulogy he delivered would've been written for him... *shrugs...
Did I get that wrong as well? Back when sufficient dirt was dug up on Ngidi to have him removed from his post, I could've sworn that both Nayager and his IT Monkey Balliram were involved in the infiltration of the ex-police Commissioner's home, office and phonelines... Ironic if this were true, and yet here we are a few years down the line, and their victim has been asked to stand up and publicly extoll the virtues of that seriously Corrupt and now deceased cop. (See Sunday Tribune Herald, Front page, 29th January )
My friend the Good Policeman had been in our area yesterday afternoon and had swung by to say hello.. I suspect that it was more of a duty call than anything else, as Nayager had been our only common interest and Augustine probably wants to move on. We'd been standing chatting outside my gates when I was amused to see Missus C's Merc sweep up the road and into their gates.. I couldn't say who was in the vehicle, or whether or not they'd hustled home at the sight of the SAPS vehicle, so that Balliram could enhance and eavesdrop on our conversation, but it tickled me no end to imagine this might be the case....
As the one common interest that Col. Mngomezulu and I shared is now reduced to so much ash, it's highly unlikely we'll ever meet again. Sad, but true... *yawns...
I confess that the Mast Fighter's appearance in yesterday's Tribune startled me no end.. (See page 11 of main section Health Hazards), as I'd more or less given up on ever getting an answer to the reason for the shocking appearance of my steadily declining trees along our boundary line HERE.
If I remember rightly I'd told myself that their ugly brittle-bone appearance must be due to old age and nothing else, and had put the matter to bed...
I'd blogged a long time back that it's clear that conifers appear to take the most obvious strain from nearby radio/cellmast transmissions and EMR as you can see HERE where that stately fir tree curls away from the mast on Gray's Inn Road over on the Bluff...
Were Ms. Dorny's trees cooked like that before the iBurst Mast was removed, or has that startling effect been achieved since then? Are there any of THESE lights on a boundary wall or house nearby, that could be giving off a signal powerful enough to have caused that damage? Much as THIS beauty on der Bunker killed off a section of the wild fig in it's path before it was hastily deactivated for some considerable time? *curious..
Turns out that the GW and the Aviator are peas in a pod, and that neither are able or willing to believe that such a thing is even possible. Ordinary lights on a wall, able to push out signals almost as powerful as those of a mast? No ways Jose.... *winks...
Except of course that in many cases they aren't ordinary lights at all, despite their innocuous appearance.. Were the Rocket Scientist to be given access to THIS light outside the back door at No. 32 Michan Road, would he be taken aback by it's inner workings? Or even THESE two ball lights atop the gate pillars of a home over in Grindrod, bordering the playing field?
It's a given that THIS stunner above the door of an outbuilding at St. Theresa's would intrigue Karl Muller mightily, and would go a long way to explaining just how this risky Wireless operation is being run...
Long gone are the days when Muller could've arrived unannounced at that little Convent one evening, and requested that the Sisters allow him a closer look at the technology that festoons that establishment, for a great deal of the National Lotto funding was spent early on, sewing up the St. Theresa Road access points tighter than a tick... I must get on, cheers....
LATER at 9.10am
I'd dropped Flo off at the Tollgate/Berea Rd. bus-stop and hung a left into Vause as usual. Across Silverton and along past DHS to St. Thomas, where I went up to the Ridge Rd. traffic lights... Mother of Mercy, but the sudden onslaught of earache that hit me as I pulled up at those robots was eye-watering, and I had plenty to say out loud as I flipped the finger to the Radio Mast further along...
Is that shit pumping out into the air for ALL of the community to enjoy on this lovely sunny day, or was it restricted to the inside of my car, when some sort of enhancing device was activated at that point?
I'd probably go with the former, as even now back home, the pressure in my ears is way above normal...
Tuesday 31st January at 2.30am
I dunno what woke me.. Could've been the deep ache in my leg, the wind that's sprung up, or what sounds to be a cricket of mammoth proportions just outside my window... Whatever, I'm up...
Yesterday turned out to be a good one.. The Mulberry Tree Slayer was back at his post early on, and I'd gone through the shrubs and handed him my big tree saw to use, instead of the panga he was equipped with.. Turns out his name is Patrick and I'd pointed to where the huge branch had magically torn itself away on Tuesday and said Good Job there, and he'd nodded and smiled in agreement. Safe to assume then, that no termites were ever involved in that branch coming down, but rather an assisted suicide had been employed on the Foul King's orders.. *grins..
Patrick had worked like a demon all day and had gotten that big branch safely down without damaging anything, before he'd moved on to the big tree at the opposite corner of the deck and had taken down all the lower branches there...
At some point during the procedure No. 25 had come along and we'd struck up a conversation... Turns out her name is Thando and she's just as pleasant as all the others he's employed over the years... She explained to me that the trees were being drastically cut so as to give a better view of the skabengas lurking about, (winks wildly), and that she'd been told her employer was going to raise the wall on his deck boundary line...*blinks...
She also appeared to think that any would-be thieves were coming over from our side, and I had to explain to her that was bullshit and that I'd personally watched in the past as they'd gained easy access to the deck via the big tree in B.Snr's corner... *chokes..
*When I'd woken earlier and lain listening, the new arrival had been emitting one loud and continuous buzz, almost a wireless song in fact... Since I've come through here to the desk however, the buzz has suddenly become erratic, and it stops briefly each time I so much as clear my throat or whisper aloud... A means test that has yet to fail me... *grins..*
When the branch was finally sawn free from where it rested on our wall, it took down the sturdy wire grid I'd used to block easy access from Balliram's side, and I'm inclined to wonder whether that was the route used to install a new cricket enhancer at ours overnight... Difficult to say, as the sound of these devices generally seems to bounce about wildly, and if I were to go outside onto the verandah I'm guessing it would fall silent immediately..
The would be entomologist next door is about as good in that field as he is in the field of spy work.. Which is to say, dismal.. *kind pat....
Our lights dipped on at least three occasions last night, and the pesky kettle jackpoint in the kitchen has taken to making a noisy give-away click whenever BigEars attempts to join our conversations... *snorts...What can I say, except that none of this matters at all, for the outdated ethic of taking pride in one's work simply isn't necessary when you're dealing with an entire community of Eejits, right Balliram? *grins.. Moving on...
Has the Foul Creature given you feed-back on the call I made yesterday to Kingsborough down at Toti? A row of some five to six homes situated between two masts and apparently all up for sale?
My assertion that the PTB monitor all calls and mails to and from Professor Leonard Els was confirmed yesterday when I learned that he visited the Kingsborough resident to measure the emissions that are having such a devastating effect on her, only to find that the mast nearest her home had been switched off (!) while the further away culprit was pumping out enormous amounts of whatever...
As I've told you previously, there will be few enough people who own the equipment and skills necessary to measure mast emissions, and if those who do aren't owned by the telecoms industry, they'll be watched like a hawk...
It's guaranteed that there's a stooge out there in Pietermaritzburg who is dedicated to reporting back on every call and mail that the young Prof gets with regard to mast emissions, making it dead easy to arrange in advance that no proof of any wrong-doing will be discovered... *yawns...
LATER at 3.40am
I've just taken Sophie out front for a pee and discovered that we haven't after all, acquired a new and gigantic cricket device.. With the huge amount of clearing achieved by Patrick, I'd guess that LOS has been restored to several of the existing enhancers dotted around our garden, and that our Controller is now merrily bouncing his cricket song from point to point with renewed vigor and volume... *grins at the Wanker....
Does your wife not notice your absence, or has she grown used to sleeping alone while you busy yourself obsessively with a 66 year-old crone? *eyeroll..
Peace...
---oOo---
Tuesday 31st January 2012 at 9.01am..
Monday, January 30, 2012
KEEPING COUNT..
(begun Sunday 29th January at 4.45am..)
*Endless mischief with repeated Server Not Found, and the harddrive going bananas for no apparent reason until I disconnected and reconnected... Running like sludge, and still what appears to be interference on the harddrive... Just another day in paradise? *
OK. That was pretty cool.. I'd hit Publish to yesterday's update at 8.46am and then shut down. Twenty minutes later Rajesh was banging on our gate and had come to repair the landline..*dances... After doing some rather risky-looking acrobatics on top of our wall to check the line, he said he'd have to replace the damaged section from our roof to the valley pole, and it didn't take him long to do just that, before we were back in business...
In the past we've been down for a great deal longer than just four days, and despite my whinging I have to say I'd been both delighted and surprised by the tech's arrival..*beams..
He'd left the damaged length of cabling behind, and the GW had picked it up and said he was keeping it. (Perfectly normal behaviour for an inveterate hoarder)..
I could see the copper hanging out of the wires, and even an idiot had to accept that it couldn't be a wireless look-alike, but the real deal... So much for that theory.. *shrugs... Are the two compatible to the extent that you can join a wireless look-alike to the old copper line where it runs INTO the house, or is it the little ISDN box that's still firmly fixed above the skirting board in the lounge, that makes the audio monitoring possible?
LATER at 5.20am
The GW had arrived home yesterday evening to say he'd just bumped into two pleasant young guys who'd been heading into the Chickencoop at No. 6.. He'd gone down and asked them politely if they could tone down the sound system and not run a repeat of the all-night doef-doef held over Friday night, and they'd obligingly agreed. My old man said he thought they were house-sitters, and that the Courageous Couple had probably headed off out somewhere for the weekend..
Hell, I wouldn't know about that, only that the transmissions in our home yesterday were running uncomfortably high, and this morning I hit a wall of BackFire in both the bathroom and the kitchen...
A frequency that's been remarkably scarce for as much as a fortnight...*blinks...
At about 5.10am there was a sudden and very visible dip to our electrics which certainly would support the GW's theory that the two new faces next door have pulled guard-duty for the weekend, and were struggling to get the monitoring up and running correctly...
While on the one hand it confirms my assertion that any Monkey can operate the now-computerised power supplies, I find it just a little disturbing that anything quite so risky can be left to newbies to operate, merely to allow our Area Controller a break from his duties as Eavesdropper par Excellence....
Who're you gonna call? The purported High Priest of Powerlines for the Greater Durban Area, Allen Spence? Were any of us in the care of these raw recruits to have had our assets inadvertently cooked while under their Watch, the fine print disclaimer on your electricity bill says it all...
It's times like these that you realise the necessity for the secrecy surrounding the Wireless Project and the levels of corruption that go into running the system....
Well may the now scrawny Herr Doktor Michael Sutcliffe grin smugly out from the newspapers, clearly more than pleased with the kudos heaped on his scurvy head, by those behind the scenes....
I'd asked the Aviator to try explain to me about so-called hotspots and how you could go say, to a local Mug & Bean and simply connect and have free internet, and he'd manfully risen to the challenge... There has to be a Network operating in the area, and you have to have some sort of password that allows you to log on.
Whether our section of Harris Crescent still holds the title of Hottest Spot in Town is unknown after all this time, but it certainly would explain the ambiguous Sherwood Network that persisted for so long in popping up and blocking my VC's internet access... Is access to this Network restricted and if not, how do you go about acquiring an invite? Kowtow to a bloody thinly-disguised DRUGLORD, and you're IN, FFS?
Geez Earl - Ain't life just grand? For how many years prior to the Wireless Project's inception did you unofficially run Sydenham Station and flood the Zone with banned substances? And here you are a decade later, in charge of the entire Zone and beyond, under the auspices of the telecom's giants and their puppets the ShaikBoyz.. Who would've ever imagined such a thing could happen? *applauds ingratiatingly...
It was just too damned easy, was it not? Beat the Community down with organised crime, corrupt basic service deliveries, flood the area with drugs on an enormous scale, and what do you have? A community ripe for the plucking and only too willing to believe that you're no longer the local Purveyor of Misery but their Saviour instead... *eyeroll...
Little do your Converts realise that while you continue to have your minions distribute whoonga, sugars and the like in the area, your fantabulously new and highly technical product is set to affect the entire population far more dramatically one way or another, than the drugs you peddle...
Is anyone bothering to keep a count? No wonder crime stats aren't available, though I'd suggest the stats on wireless/microwave-related illnesses since 2005 here in the Zone would blow your mind were such figures to even exist... Never have the medical practitioners had it so good, as queues to their rooms increase by the day.. Never mind that they haven't a clue what's really crippling their patients and causing them such pain, as they gaily prescribe medications that do nothing to alleviate the problem..
Once it becomes obvious their doctoring has failed they'll refer you to a specialist who'll make further astonishing inroads on your Medical Aid, (if you're fortunate enough to have such a thing).. Round and round you'll go on your search for someone to diagnose and treat your crippling pain, though many are doomed to fail in their quest..
So - While Barnabas has increased his business interests to include the theft of private information via the powerlines, he is as much the Purveyor of Misery as he ever was.. The by-product of his newest venture doesn't require that you light up, swallow, or inject anything, or even for any cash to change hands... It simply needs for you to blindly believe Michael Barnabas' ongoing lies, and to continue obediently going about your business here in the Zone, without questioning the amazing increase in arthritic-appearing ailments... Make sure you never dare voice your doubts as to the choice of Area Controllers either, or you may find yourself suffering more than just a painful knee or shoulder... *winks...
Those of you who know my VC personally cannot but agree that he's an honourable fellow... Do you not wonder why, if the Druglord has indeed turned to the Light, the assaults on my VC's home and person are allowed to continue, or are you to a man, brainwashed?
Doesn't it occur to you to wonder why, if the Druglord has indeed turned over a new leaf, he continues to allow so many innocent people to be deliberately tortured by the Sadist and his cronies? Or do you subscribe to the bullshit idea that we all somehow deserve what we're getting? Why don't you read my old lips and say after me baaaa, baaaa, baaaa...
Peace...
---oOo---
Monday 30th January 2012 at 11.57am.
(begun Sunday 29th January at 4.45am..)
*Endless mischief with repeated Server Not Found, and the harddrive going bananas for no apparent reason until I disconnected and reconnected... Running like sludge, and still what appears to be interference on the harddrive... Just another day in paradise? *
OK. That was pretty cool.. I'd hit Publish to yesterday's update at 8.46am and then shut down. Twenty minutes later Rajesh was banging on our gate and had come to repair the landline..*dances... After doing some rather risky-looking acrobatics on top of our wall to check the line, he said he'd have to replace the damaged section from our roof to the valley pole, and it didn't take him long to do just that, before we were back in business...
In the past we've been down for a great deal longer than just four days, and despite my whinging I have to say I'd been both delighted and surprised by the tech's arrival..*beams..
He'd left the damaged length of cabling behind, and the GW had picked it up and said he was keeping it. (Perfectly normal behaviour for an inveterate hoarder)..
I could see the copper hanging out of the wires, and even an idiot had to accept that it couldn't be a wireless look-alike, but the real deal... So much for that theory.. *shrugs... Are the two compatible to the extent that you can join a wireless look-alike to the old copper line where it runs INTO the house, or is it the little ISDN box that's still firmly fixed above the skirting board in the lounge, that makes the audio monitoring possible?
LATER at 5.20am
The GW had arrived home yesterday evening to say he'd just bumped into two pleasant young guys who'd been heading into the Chickencoop at No. 6.. He'd gone down and asked them politely if they could tone down the sound system and not run a repeat of the all-night doef-doef held over Friday night, and they'd obligingly agreed. My old man said he thought they were house-sitters, and that the Courageous Couple had probably headed off out somewhere for the weekend..
Hell, I wouldn't know about that, only that the transmissions in our home yesterday were running uncomfortably high, and this morning I hit a wall of BackFire in both the bathroom and the kitchen...
A frequency that's been remarkably scarce for as much as a fortnight...*blinks...
At about 5.10am there was a sudden and very visible dip to our electrics which certainly would support the GW's theory that the two new faces next door have pulled guard-duty for the weekend, and were struggling to get the monitoring up and running correctly...
While on the one hand it confirms my assertion that any Monkey can operate the now-computerised power supplies, I find it just a little disturbing that anything quite so risky can be left to newbies to operate, merely to allow our Area Controller a break from his duties as Eavesdropper par Excellence....
Who're you gonna call? The purported High Priest of Powerlines for the Greater Durban Area, Allen Spence? Were any of us in the care of these raw recruits to have had our assets inadvertently cooked while under their Watch, the fine print disclaimer on your electricity bill says it all...
It's times like these that you realise the necessity for the secrecy surrounding the Wireless Project and the levels of corruption that go into running the system....
Well may the now scrawny Herr Doktor Michael Sutcliffe grin smugly out from the newspapers, clearly more than pleased with the kudos heaped on his scurvy head, by those behind the scenes....
I'd asked the Aviator to try explain to me about so-called hotspots and how you could go say, to a local Mug & Bean and simply connect and have free internet, and he'd manfully risen to the challenge... There has to be a Network operating in the area, and you have to have some sort of password that allows you to log on.
Whether our section of Harris Crescent still holds the title of Hottest Spot in Town is unknown after all this time, but it certainly would explain the ambiguous Sherwood Network that persisted for so long in popping up and blocking my VC's internet access... Is access to this Network restricted and if not, how do you go about acquiring an invite? Kowtow to a bloody thinly-disguised DRUGLORD, and you're IN, FFS?
Geez Earl - Ain't life just grand? For how many years prior to the Wireless Project's inception did you unofficially run Sydenham Station and flood the Zone with banned substances? And here you are a decade later, in charge of the entire Zone and beyond, under the auspices of the telecom's giants and their puppets the ShaikBoyz.. Who would've ever imagined such a thing could happen? *applauds ingratiatingly...
It was just too damned easy, was it not? Beat the Community down with organised crime, corrupt basic service deliveries, flood the area with drugs on an enormous scale, and what do you have? A community ripe for the plucking and only too willing to believe that you're no longer the local Purveyor of Misery but their Saviour instead... *eyeroll...
Little do your Converts realise that while you continue to have your minions distribute whoonga, sugars and the like in the area, your fantabulously new and highly technical product is set to affect the entire population far more dramatically one way or another, than the drugs you peddle...
Is anyone bothering to keep a count? No wonder crime stats aren't available, though I'd suggest the stats on wireless/microwave-related illnesses since 2005 here in the Zone would blow your mind were such figures to even exist... Never have the medical practitioners had it so good, as queues to their rooms increase by the day.. Never mind that they haven't a clue what's really crippling their patients and causing them such pain, as they gaily prescribe medications that do nothing to alleviate the problem..
Once it becomes obvious their doctoring has failed they'll refer you to a specialist who'll make further astonishing inroads on your Medical Aid, (if you're fortunate enough to have such a thing).. Round and round you'll go on your search for someone to diagnose and treat your crippling pain, though many are doomed to fail in their quest..
So - While Barnabas has increased his business interests to include the theft of private information via the powerlines, he is as much the Purveyor of Misery as he ever was.. The by-product of his newest venture doesn't require that you light up, swallow, or inject anything, or even for any cash to change hands... It simply needs for you to blindly believe Michael Barnabas' ongoing lies, and to continue obediently going about your business here in the Zone, without questioning the amazing increase in arthritic-appearing ailments... Make sure you never dare voice your doubts as to the choice of Area Controllers either, or you may find yourself suffering more than just a painful knee or shoulder... *winks...
Those of you who know my VC personally cannot but agree that he's an honourable fellow... Do you not wonder why, if the Druglord has indeed turned to the Light, the assaults on my VC's home and person are allowed to continue, or are you to a man, brainwashed?
Doesn't it occur to you to wonder why, if the Druglord has indeed turned over a new leaf, he continues to allow so many innocent people to be deliberately tortured by the Sadist and his cronies? Or do you subscribe to the bullshit idea that we all somehow deserve what we're getting? Why don't you read my old lips and say after me baaaa, baaaa, baaaa...
Peace...
---oOo---
Monday 30th January 2012 at 11.57am.
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