HAVING THE LAST WORD...
(begun Sunday 5th February at 3am..)
*Just how much junk is on our PC, that it now takes Kaspersky a whopping 3 hours and 20 minutes to complete a full scan? *winks...*
The Telecoms Agent didn't get where he is today by being careless, and yet there it was again, almost as if he simply couldn't help himself..*fascinated.. He's a Strategist FFS, and should know better than most when it's wiser to leave having the last word to someone else?
Actually being behind the controls of this wirelessed audio/visual marvel of monitoring technology comes with it's own fallout effects, and as I live and breathe, our Jannie van Zyl is himself showing all the signs one would associate with a common-or-garden Area Controller.... Or at the very least, someone who has spent considerable time eavesdropping on private conversations and manipulating power supplies...
I've tried on several previous occasions to describe the almost god-like arrogance and omnipotence that appears to affect those given the ability to now hop into homes via the powerlines, and to gate-crash the most private and intimate conversations taking place... These sick voyeurs then have the added option of torturing their unwitting targets by the use of the wireless frequencies...
Why I'd assumed that the Strategist was above involving himself directly in this perverted practise escapes me, but the sheer smug and barely-contained delight in his brief last word post on the Cooked Conifer thread yesterday, has cleared up that misconception as nothing else could... *beams...
It now appears that Jannie van Zyl has himself been tuning in to the private conversations held in Ms. Dorny's home, and doubtless thoroughly enjoying the sounds of their distress as the house is flooded with devastating transmissions...
I've mentioned before how the feeling of absolute power that assuredly comes with this magical ability, has led to careless mistakes being made.. In Glen Nayager's case, it turns out they were fatal errors... Balliram has so far been fortunate in that he's had his own dedicated Pooper Scooper scuttling along behind him all these years, to hastily sweep away the evidence of his over-enthusiastic and sadistic arrogance...
Van Zyl's little comment more than shows that he too is suffering from the advanced effects of this inevitable disease, and therefore I must conclude that he's personally been involved in eavesdropping, and employing the horrific transmissions for his own sick self-gratification...
While it's a given that the porker Glen Agliotti hasn't the IT skills required to activate the invasive technology himself, you can guarantee he's spent more than a few hours huddled next to his own tame IT Monkey, listening avidly to stolen conversations, as he too shows clear signs of being riddled with the heady but risky disease of Omnipotence...
The knowledge that you hold the very lives of your unsuspecting targets in the palm of your hand must be quite something, hey Jannie? I'd hazard you're supremely confident that Karl Muller will never figure out the source of radiation that hit Ms. Dorny's trees so hard, let alone consider that an ordinary-looking streetlight or residential boundary wall light could achieve such destruction?
That the Rocket Scientist would discount such a possibility as impossible to even conceive... A streetlight able to push out such levels of radiation as to cause so much visible damage? No way, Jose...
Back our cowardly and sadistic Area Controller into a corner and just show him your fist, and he'll be happy to tell you that what I say is the truth.. *shrugs... That he himself destroyed a section of the huge wild fig that stands in the path of THIS light on his Bunker wall... At which point you have to bear in mind that unlike the pine trees, this species appears to stand up well to microwaves, and that to have achieved THIS destruction, the levels being emitted must have been off the chart...
Check out my sturdyYesterday, Today and Tomorrow shrub HERE, and how the side facing THIS wall light almost outside Balliram's kitchen, has stopped growing altogether.. A previously well-proportioned bush that for some reason suddenly died back only on the one side, and now appears unable to recover...
So ja - Karl Muller is barking up the wrong tree (!) by seeking to blame any nearby masts for causing the burned-out appearance of Ms. Dorny's trees, when the real culprit will be standing innocently on the road outside her home, or adorning the neighbour's walls opposite her driveway... *yawns...
While the levels of attacks on our home have yet to escalate to those that Jannie employs against the Mast Fighter, Balliram is not doing too badly himself... I'd put my bedside light out at 8.10pm last night and had fallen asleep almost immediately, thankfully without the usual grinding pain in the top of my leg that's kicked in within minutes of laying on Cloud 9, since that particular charmer was first enlisted last December...
I'd reared from an astonishingly vivid and complicated dream almost exactly one hour later, only to hear the regular steady whine of my Christmas Beetle chorus pulsating in long slow waves..*startled...
This was a first, and was that peculiar that I'd staggered out of bed and gone to chat to the GW who was still in the lounge.. As you'd expect, my 'tinnitis' settled back down straight away to it's single drone... When I'd gone back to bed a short while later I'd asked Balliram out loud whether that unusual phenomenon had anything at all to do with the light that appeared to be shorting on his front deck...
Naturally, he didn't reply, but I was allowed to go back to sleep until 2.30am, when I got up to pee and discovered I now had serious lower back issues... *blinks... A pain that had reduced to a dull ache as soon as I'd moved away from Cloud 9. I figure I'm now rather like Pavlov's dog, and have come to regard any weirdness with my Controller's lighting system with somewhat nervous anticipation...You'll perhaps recall the events blogged last March and the strange 'whoomp' sound accompanied by a flash of light from the direction of Balliram's Bunker?
How it had continued at odd hours for a couple of weeks before my wrist had gained a mysterious infection and my hand and forearm had swollen up like a sausage? How I'd tossed and turned on Cloud 9 night after night, hoping to die and escape the pain? *grins...
Hell, you may have forgotten, but I certainly haven't...
When I'd taken the dogs out at bedtime for their pee last night it was to find one of Balliram's front deck lights flashing on and off intermittently.. I'm guessing it's the biggun above der Bunker's french doors that faces onto B.Snr's home directly? I figure I could be forgiven for immediately wondering what physical toll this will take on any one of us nearby.. Along with his streetlight, my Area Controller's outdoor lighting is the single most important means he uses to invade the nearby homes, and therefore a genuinely faulty light would have his Sparky out there within the hour...
Unless of course the on/off flashing is being deliberately engineered with a purpose, in which case it will be left to short for weeks... Whether my sudden overnight lower back pain was due in any way to that flashing light, remains to be seen.. I wait with interest to see just how long it takes before the light is repaired, and just how much physical damage is caused in the interim... Will a contractor eventually have to climb the streetlight pole in order to fix the flashing light on my Controller's deck, as happened back in March HERE?
LATER at 4.45am
Though he'd activated his wirelessed 'nunus' yesterday evening and I'd remarked on it immediately to the GW, he'd subsequently kept them at a cautiously quiet level, although when I'd put my bedside light on just prior to going to bed, in his excitement he'd had the nearest 'nunu' reacting noisily.. *eyeroll..
Your thoughts on the Deadly Bug hits Beaches situation reported on the front page of yesterday's Independent on Saturday? You notice how soon after Sutcliffe's departure that the shit has literally hit the fan? A careful ruse employed to dissuade the majority from visiting the beachfront for some project-related reason, or a genuinely catastrophic situation caused by unskilled wekkers employed to push the cabling through the sewage and waterlines? Just as was the case with the pollution of the Durban harbour and the loss of the Blue Flag status, under the crooked Town Clerk's Watch...
I'd limped along to Vetchie's with the kids the Sunday before last, and she and I had made up our minds that our next visit to the beach would include a swim... If the horrific tales in the newspaper are true, swimming down there is no longer an option for me, as Millie the Gross would happily embrace any foul bacteria that lurked in those waters...
The list of charges that can be laid directly at Sutcliffe's door will continue to grow long after his official departure... That particular Emissary of Satan has more than laid the groundwork for the misery and chaos to come, and in doing so, will have gained whatever admiration the telecom's giants are capable of... *spews...
Will he himself escape the physical backlash of his actions? Sod's Law tells me that's a yes. That he and his equally foul colleagues will prosper and thrive, while so many innocents go down under the wave of wireless transmissions..
Did Jannie not amuse himself mightily by coming right out with it on the Cooked Conifer thread? Did he not say that only the strong will survive? His overwhelming arrogance has already led to his credibility being called into question.. Dare I hope for a repeat performance? Take care julle..
Peace..
---oOo---
Sunday 5th February 2012 at 9.49am.
Saturday, February 04, 2012
ON THE RECEIVING END..
(begun Saturday 4th February at 3.05am..)
If I asked for a show of hands? How many of you are as awed and impressed by Jannie van Zyl's version of the Wireless Project's goals today, as you were when he first touted it? Cara? He's been a friend for years and would never lie to you, not even by omission? Do you seriously believe the Telkom Strategist is unaware that the wireless technology is being used as a weapon, and that he has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the ongoing and concentrated attacks on the Mast Fighter's home and family? *curious..
Just how far gone are you all...?
Indoctrinated and brainwashed to the hilt, or have you managed to save a little corner of your brain that's still able to function for itself?
There's no shame in admitting you've come to realise you've been conned, for you're in some fairly illustrious company.. Both the Struggle Activist and the Director are not short of a grey cell or two, and yet despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary, I'm betting they continue to believe that Barnabas is some sort of saviour.. I'm okay with that.. They're in too deep to even think of jumping ship at this point, and I wouldn't expect them to.. What I'm after is that they find that tiny corner that may just have escaped the tsunami of lies and subterfuge that swamped them pre-2004, and that they cherish and nurture it as quietly as they can..
By now they've seen what happens to the suckers who don't toe the line, and it ain't pretty.. Oh, and BTW, if you continue to think that the 48 year-old ex-Head of Sydenham Station died from a heart attack brought on by stress alone, and without any outside interference, you can stop reading right now and go back to sleep... A bee in my bonnet? Bullshit.. Anyone who poses any sort of threat to the Wireless Surveillance scheme, is dealt with harshly, and it just so happened that Glen Nayager was on the receiving end this time round...
I'd been sitting comfortably in my corner of the lounge yesterday afternoon at about 4.30pm, when my feet and shins suddenly began to feel unpleasantly hot... I got up and walked around for a bit, but as soon as I sat down again it was back.. An experience that usually occurs every day at some point between 4.30pm and 6.30pm. Whether that's when Balliram gets home and cranks up the transmissions automatically, or Freddie at No. 12 switches on, I've no idea, only that at the end of each day I can pretty much guarantee I'm going to be hit by the increased emissions.. *belches..
I'd been that curious that I'd sent a text to my VC to see whether he was home, and whether his poor feet had suddenly let him know of the signal escalation as well.. His reply came quickly enough and it turned out he'd been admitted to Parklands after his flue-like symptoms had taken a severe turn for the worse.. He also texted that the doctors couldn't figure out what was causing the extreme fever and chills, but of course we know, don't we? As a constant thorn in the side of the Seriously Rotten, the chap has to be persuaded to relocate, by fair means or foul... *shrugs...
Did the Druglord ever say Let's try dividing the Zone and creating another Sector Policing Forum to weaken my VC's efforts at assisting his community, and if that doesn't work, we'll resort to more drastic measures?
Was it the Crumb's continued irritable reports to his Boss, that my VC's tenacious persistence to do the right thing was driving them nuts up at Dodge City, that had Barnabas ordering the increased assaults back before Christmas?
Add to that my efforts to hook the Honourable Man up with the Mast Fighter and I guess it's no surprise that my VC was in a bad way last night...
The deliberate smear campaign designed to give the impression that S was anti-Muslim, and the division of our Sector Forum, didn't work as thoroughly as you'd hoped, hey Earl? And when it looked as though there was a chance that Ms Dorny could convince the man that the shocking downturn his normally robust health had taken, was due to wireless transmissions, the gloves were really off....
You have only the health and welfare of your community at heart, Mistuh Barnabas? Sure you do.. *snorts.
For all your outward make-over, you're the same miserable conman you always were. A low-life sans conscience who'll stop at nothing to get his way.. *vomits profusely...
Under the circumstances I'm caving, and will actively promote any suggestion that my VC relocate to a different province, for the air in this corruption-ridden city has become seriously bad for his health...
LATER at 4.35am
That odd ticking sound out by the courtyard that I'd mentioned yesterday? It's more like a squeak, and it kicked in as I walked into the dark kitchen, before I remarked out loud and it was hastily doused.. Gotcha, you CHOP... *eyeroll..
Sue the Book and I had stood nattering up at my gates before 8am yesterday morning, and I'd drawn her attention to what appeared to be a tiny active light inside the plastic cover on our streetlight.. It was right up next to the bulb, and she'd interrupted our conversation shortly afterwards to remark that it had just gone out.. The traffic going by, causing an illusion, or the real deal?
Like I said, Balliram's brash approach to monitoring has given away more of the secrets surrounding this deadly technology than you'd have thought the Authors would care for...
Two humble and battered guinea-pigs now aware of the highly sophisticated technology those innocent-looking cowlings contain, is surely two too many... So what, hey Earl? It's nothing that the so-called Good Guys didn't already know, and I've finally woken to the fact that my constant shrieks to the Rocket Scientist go totally unheard... Now, why aren't I surprised? *grins wryly.... Man, I've given him everything I've got, including the heavily customised wall lights and the streetlight cowlings with their miniscule extras concealed inside...
Did I over-estimate his genius in thinking there were enough clues for him to figure out how the system is being operated? Hell, we'll never know, as he's off and running after what he regards as way bigger game, which neatly explains Jannie's smug grin as he continues to post in the Cooked Conifers thread at mybroadband.. Of course Janneman can insist with absolute impunity that no nearby cellmast caused that barbequed effect on Ms. Dorny's fir trees... The cook-out was, I believe, achieved either by more than just one of the seriously tweaked wall-lights HERE, that may well face onto that stand of trees from an establishment nearby, and if not, then it will be a simple streetlight that's been recruited and upgraded for the job, just as the light in Crouch Road, Sydenham was used with such spectacular effect on the Sydenham Heights Rep, to cripple her.... Our Mr. van Zyl is well aware that I may bleat until I'm blue in the chops before anyone pays this confirmed Idiot any heed..
The Strategist's bitchiness that bubbles just beneath his amiable facade, came out briefly when he deliberately referred to hal by name, just in case anyone had missed it..*winks.. It's not like the youngster is attempting to hide who he is, Janneman, so there's another FAIL for you to suck on... Though you're his superior in more ways than one, I for one appreciate the carefully created and ongoing antipathy between you..*grins... Foolish hal likes to think he's with the Good Team, but you know better, do you not?
That at the end of it all there'll be neither good nor bad, but just one collective heaving mass of bleating sheep, to be herded and culled at will by wolves such as yourself... Too melodramatic for you? Way too much hyperbole?
I put it to you that I've more than earned my farking stripes, and I'd appreciate it if you had the seriously unstable Knob next door deleted from my sight.. Not your decision to make? Crapola.. You could bow and scrape your sorry arse before your shadowy Masters if you wished to, but I guess you're just having way too much fun to rock that particular boat... Besides, I don't show you the deference you feel you deserve, do I, mannetjie? A Fatal Error on my part fosho... *eyeroll... I must go...
LATER at 6.30am
For once he didn't even bother to pretend.. *grins.. Wherever he'd been overnight, he'd seen me go up to unchain the gates and stand studying the cowling, and just maybe that's why his Beemer came sweeping down the Crescent at about 6.10am, and pulled up outside my gates while he waited for his to open.. On this occasion studiously refusing to turn his head and greet me with his usual feigned amiability, as I stood just feet away...
Nobody else up there to impress, so why bother to lay on the act?
An all-nighter conducted from where? Hopping in and out of the heavily wired Parklands Hospital perchance? The Coward's refusal to so much as glance in my direction screams guilt.. Guilt for what? Will I find out soon enough? *fascinated...
Peace..
---oOo---
Saturday 4th February 2012 at 12.51pm
(begun Saturday 4th February at 3.05am..)
If I asked for a show of hands? How many of you are as awed and impressed by Jannie van Zyl's version of the Wireless Project's goals today, as you were when he first touted it? Cara? He's been a friend for years and would never lie to you, not even by omission? Do you seriously believe the Telkom Strategist is unaware that the wireless technology is being used as a weapon, and that he has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the ongoing and concentrated attacks on the Mast Fighter's home and family? *curious..
Just how far gone are you all...?
Indoctrinated and brainwashed to the hilt, or have you managed to save a little corner of your brain that's still able to function for itself?
There's no shame in admitting you've come to realise you've been conned, for you're in some fairly illustrious company.. Both the Struggle Activist and the Director are not short of a grey cell or two, and yet despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary, I'm betting they continue to believe that Barnabas is some sort of saviour.. I'm okay with that.. They're in too deep to even think of jumping ship at this point, and I wouldn't expect them to.. What I'm after is that they find that tiny corner that may just have escaped the tsunami of lies and subterfuge that swamped them pre-2004, and that they cherish and nurture it as quietly as they can..
By now they've seen what happens to the suckers who don't toe the line, and it ain't pretty.. Oh, and BTW, if you continue to think that the 48 year-old ex-Head of Sydenham Station died from a heart attack brought on by stress alone, and without any outside interference, you can stop reading right now and go back to sleep... A bee in my bonnet? Bullshit.. Anyone who poses any sort of threat to the Wireless Surveillance scheme, is dealt with harshly, and it just so happened that Glen Nayager was on the receiving end this time round...
I'd been sitting comfortably in my corner of the lounge yesterday afternoon at about 4.30pm, when my feet and shins suddenly began to feel unpleasantly hot... I got up and walked around for a bit, but as soon as I sat down again it was back.. An experience that usually occurs every day at some point between 4.30pm and 6.30pm. Whether that's when Balliram gets home and cranks up the transmissions automatically, or Freddie at No. 12 switches on, I've no idea, only that at the end of each day I can pretty much guarantee I'm going to be hit by the increased emissions.. *belches..
I'd been that curious that I'd sent a text to my VC to see whether he was home, and whether his poor feet had suddenly let him know of the signal escalation as well.. His reply came quickly enough and it turned out he'd been admitted to Parklands after his flue-like symptoms had taken a severe turn for the worse.. He also texted that the doctors couldn't figure out what was causing the extreme fever and chills, but of course we know, don't we? As a constant thorn in the side of the Seriously Rotten, the chap has to be persuaded to relocate, by fair means or foul... *shrugs...
Did the Druglord ever say Let's try dividing the Zone and creating another Sector Policing Forum to weaken my VC's efforts at assisting his community, and if that doesn't work, we'll resort to more drastic measures?
Was it the Crumb's continued irritable reports to his Boss, that my VC's tenacious persistence to do the right thing was driving them nuts up at Dodge City, that had Barnabas ordering the increased assaults back before Christmas?
Add to that my efforts to hook the Honourable Man up with the Mast Fighter and I guess it's no surprise that my VC was in a bad way last night...
The deliberate smear campaign designed to give the impression that S was anti-Muslim, and the division of our Sector Forum, didn't work as thoroughly as you'd hoped, hey Earl? And when it looked as though there was a chance that Ms Dorny could convince the man that the shocking downturn his normally robust health had taken, was due to wireless transmissions, the gloves were really off....
You have only the health and welfare of your community at heart, Mistuh Barnabas? Sure you do.. *snorts.
For all your outward make-over, you're the same miserable conman you always were. A low-life sans conscience who'll stop at nothing to get his way.. *vomits profusely...
Under the circumstances I'm caving, and will actively promote any suggestion that my VC relocate to a different province, for the air in this corruption-ridden city has become seriously bad for his health...
LATER at 4.35am
That odd ticking sound out by the courtyard that I'd mentioned yesterday? It's more like a squeak, and it kicked in as I walked into the dark kitchen, before I remarked out loud and it was hastily doused.. Gotcha, you CHOP... *eyeroll..
Sue the Book and I had stood nattering up at my gates before 8am yesterday morning, and I'd drawn her attention to what appeared to be a tiny active light inside the plastic cover on our streetlight.. It was right up next to the bulb, and she'd interrupted our conversation shortly afterwards to remark that it had just gone out.. The traffic going by, causing an illusion, or the real deal?
Like I said, Balliram's brash approach to monitoring has given away more of the secrets surrounding this deadly technology than you'd have thought the Authors would care for...
Two humble and battered guinea-pigs now aware of the highly sophisticated technology those innocent-looking cowlings contain, is surely two too many... So what, hey Earl? It's nothing that the so-called Good Guys didn't already know, and I've finally woken to the fact that my constant shrieks to the Rocket Scientist go totally unheard... Now, why aren't I surprised? *grins wryly.... Man, I've given him everything I've got, including the heavily customised wall lights and the streetlight cowlings with their miniscule extras concealed inside...
Did I over-estimate his genius in thinking there were enough clues for him to figure out how the system is being operated? Hell, we'll never know, as he's off and running after what he regards as way bigger game, which neatly explains Jannie's smug grin as he continues to post in the Cooked Conifers thread at mybroadband.. Of course Janneman can insist with absolute impunity that no nearby cellmast caused that barbequed effect on Ms. Dorny's fir trees... The cook-out was, I believe, achieved either by more than just one of the seriously tweaked wall-lights HERE, that may well face onto that stand of trees from an establishment nearby, and if not, then it will be a simple streetlight that's been recruited and upgraded for the job, just as the light in Crouch Road, Sydenham was used with such spectacular effect on the Sydenham Heights Rep, to cripple her.... Our Mr. van Zyl is well aware that I may bleat until I'm blue in the chops before anyone pays this confirmed Idiot any heed..
The Strategist's bitchiness that bubbles just beneath his amiable facade, came out briefly when he deliberately referred to hal by name, just in case anyone had missed it..*winks.. It's not like the youngster is attempting to hide who he is, Janneman, so there's another FAIL for you to suck on... Though you're his superior in more ways than one, I for one appreciate the carefully created and ongoing antipathy between you..*grins... Foolish hal likes to think he's with the Good Team, but you know better, do you not?
That at the end of it all there'll be neither good nor bad, but just one collective heaving mass of bleating sheep, to be herded and culled at will by wolves such as yourself... Too melodramatic for you? Way too much hyperbole?
I put it to you that I've more than earned my farking stripes, and I'd appreciate it if you had the seriously unstable Knob next door deleted from my sight.. Not your decision to make? Crapola.. You could bow and scrape your sorry arse before your shadowy Masters if you wished to, but I guess you're just having way too much fun to rock that particular boat... Besides, I don't show you the deference you feel you deserve, do I, mannetjie? A Fatal Error on my part fosho... *eyeroll... I must go...
LATER at 6.30am
For once he didn't even bother to pretend.. *grins.. Wherever he'd been overnight, he'd seen me go up to unchain the gates and stand studying the cowling, and just maybe that's why his Beemer came sweeping down the Crescent at about 6.10am, and pulled up outside my gates while he waited for his to open.. On this occasion studiously refusing to turn his head and greet me with his usual feigned amiability, as I stood just feet away...
Nobody else up there to impress, so why bother to lay on the act?
An all-nighter conducted from where? Hopping in and out of the heavily wired Parklands Hospital perchance? The Coward's refusal to so much as glance in my direction screams guilt.. Guilt for what? Will I find out soon enough? *fascinated...
Peace..
---oOo---
Saturday 4th February 2012 at 12.51pm
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