DRASTIC MEASURES...
(begun Friday 17th February at 4.30am..)
Any change in our Area Controller's routine, however slight, is worthy of a mention... When I'd left after 8am yesterday to go to the shops, he'd been gone already...*blinks.. Most Thursdays the Beemer is still on their driveway, at least until the GW collects me at around 10am for our regular outing...
A special exercise planned for the morning, that needed Balliram to head over to the office earlier than usual, to set up? *nudge, nudge...
Was I surprised to see the three St. Augustine Technical Service employees posing decoratively with a ladder, as I limped my way from the Parking Lot to the surgery just before 11am? *chokes...
Back when I'd paid a flying visit to those rooms the week before last, I'd told his kind nurse quietly that I was justifiably paranoid since the fiasco of Millie ll's removal last March... She'd immediately volunteered to lock up the ampules of anaesthetic required for Millie lll's excision, out of reach of anyone seeking to cause more mischief... True to her word, she'd done just that, and I'd watched as she'd fished out her keys and retrieved the little box from her cupboard yesterday morning..
Though I'd fussed loudly and continuously over the painful numbing jabs, he'd only needed to use three ampules before he set to work, and I felt nothing as he cut away Millie's ugly sister and put in eight stitches afterwards.. A miracle? Or did the entire operation go as it should, simply because the anaesthetic had been locked away from mischievious hands? The kind nurse's colleague had been in a vile mood yesterday, and far from her usual smiling self.. A coincidence, and she was just having a bad day, or was she in any way offended that the anaesthetic had been locked away out of reach? *curious... It certainly appears that both the Nurse and my GP, along with his partner, paid dearly for her consideration, and her already arthritic hands were giving her hell, while both doctors were limping badly. Another coincidence, or had Balliram been flooding those rooms as soon as he'd realised his plans for me had been thwarted? *spews...
Balliram has a long and proven history of ensuring that somebody pays for it when he's crossed, and why not those two elderly medics and their nurse?
I'd gotten home after 2pm to find the TV screen had been smacked to black, leaving Penny without her entertainment.. Another indication of Mistuh Spiteful's displeasure and malice.. He sure is a feather in your cap, Earl... Just as you'd found Glen Nayager to be your most efficient tool, before he became an unstable liability, and you had your own Pet IT Monkey flood his bolt-hole repeatedly with the same frequency now employed on the innocent Hospice Carer? Man, have you got it wrong...
The more free rein you allow this sadistic pervert, the more his behaviour reflects on you, as the Grand Vizier for the Zone, and the bigger the cracks appear in your disguise...
Your fine silk overlay is rapidly being shredded to reveal the rotten sow's ear beneath... *shrugs...
It's highly unlikely I'll be around to see either you or Balliram get what you both so richly deserve, but you should remember this: You and your IT Monkey are as much pawns as the lowliest stooge employed by the telecoms giants, and without a doubt there will come a time when your advanced Omnipotence Disease causes your own downfall....
There's no escape feature been built into this horrific game, and any Player wishing to leave or rock the boat in any way, should know that they immediately fall into the Loose-end category, and we all know what happens next, do we not? *winks..
It's your Double-Game playing Agent with his two-faced lies that reflects on you so badly Mr. Barnabas, and hopefully you're too far gone to figure that out..
Saturday 18th February at 5am..
Did yesterday's cyanide spillage into the stream at Newcastle nudge us from 5th down to the 4th worst environmentally unfriendly country in the world? After all that I've told you here, would you still feign shock if I suggested the unlikelihood that it was an accident?
Are Newcastle and Dundee wired already, or are Groesbeek's H20 fellas still ferreting about in the sewers and waterlines up there, stuffing fibre wherever they can, and running off billions of litres of water in the process?
Again I look at that little SAPS fixed wing plane and wonder who it carries to where? A four-seater maybe? That would just about do it for the DreamTeam of Spence, MacLeod and Cornelis, flying up to keep daily tabs on the progress....
Have our Heads of Water and Sanitation, and Electricity, already added consultancy fees to their over-inflated salaries? PE and Capetown are showing clear signs of the deliberate degradation necessary to pave Cornelis' way onto the scene, and heavens knows what Idiot they've left in charge up at Newcastle... Look at what happened to Durban Bay and at the sea front, and how drastically those areas were contaminated during the process, and you're forced to wonder at this latest calamity that's befallen those two inland towns and the surrounding areas.. If not by H20and Fibre City, then who?
The plants at the local copshop, tasked to work with the neighbourhood criminals to create as much mischief as possible, a la our own Rotten Apples up at Sydenham Station? Were they told their efforts so far had been too tame, and that some drastic measures needed to be taken to terrify the community into welcoming the technology with open arms?
To say I'm disappointed is an understatement.. Instead of standing her ground and fighting against the carefully engineered mischief, the Struggle Activist appears to have fallen off the radar, leaving her understudy to man the ship. Was this her choice entirely, or a route suggested by her Mentor? There's been no effort made at all by the newly created Sector Policing Forum to work closely with ours, as was promised, and it would appear that Earl's plan to divide and conquer Sydenham has been as successful as I'd anticipated...
My Vice-Chair? Turns out that he spends more time offline than on these days, due to his dodgy Telkom adsl connection..*winks.. More mischief easily achieved by Barnbabas' No. 1 IT Monkey, fosho, and compounded by the fact that he continues to wake in the dead of night feeling ill, and his foot still bothers him..
The Project's scurvy Hero of the hour chose to hit my Nokia brick yesterday, for reasons unknown... I'd gone up top just after 2pm to see the GW off, and found a long-overdue stream of water running down the Crescent to the stop street.. The GW said later that it was coming from the widow's property at No. 20, and that there appeared to be construction wekkers busy up there...
I'd come back down to find the screen on my little brick saying SIM card not accepted, and it was all downhill after that, as the screen blanked out and restored repeatedly.. The GW took the SIM out last night and replaced it, but our Network Administrator was having none of it, and the problems continued...
The control that Nayager and Balliram had over the landlines and cellphones across the Zone (that the Cracker and his colleagues continue to have), had to have been sanctioned by the telecoms industry..
And therefore at this point I must ask if you're still as confident as ever that this huge and inhumane experiment is after all, for the good of the South African population?
That even google has stepped out of the shadows and is assisting where it can, with both the audio and the visual monitoring, should raise the hackles on your neck... No? You've managed to adopt a philosophical attitude to the culling that's now begun?
See the Mercury, February 17th, Page 4 'Cable Theft causes costly power surges' to find that it's currently the Morningside area that has fallen prey to Mr. Spence's games, and the continuing efforts to invade that community's privacy... The so-called theft of cabling, if true, will have been carried out by one of the myriad contractors created by Sutcliffe, Spence, and their assorted cronies, in order to muddy the waters...
The devastation caused by the resulting surges is as nothing compared to the crippling physical effects that the technology will be having on many of the residents, and it's probably taking it's toll already...
Those whose systems can't stand up to the battering of EMR and wireless frequencies will fall by the wayside, and only the strong will survive, hey Janneman? *waves... Interesting to hear that you yourself were sufficiently anxious as to streamline your own shape for the fray, and that you've shelved your jolly Sir Frangelica persona in favour of a lean, mean, fighting machine? *chokes...
How ironic if you were to succumb to the fruits of your own labours, and some nasty little nodule buried deep within you were to suddenly sit up and say hi... Would it change your perspective at all?
Would it have you apologising to all those that you've hoodwinked over the years, and to those you've had physically assaulted in their own homes via their powerlines? Probably not.
Mr. van Zyl won't have escaped the clutches of the Omnipotence Disease, and would without doubt go into denial, were he to find himself on the receiving end of the Wireless technology.. Strange to consider then, that the only genuine sympathy he would get if such an event occurred, would be from the very people whose lives he's destroyed... People who would be stupid enough to forgive him and welcome him among their crippled and dying numbers with open arms.. Wouldn't that be one for the history books? *grins..
LATER
Even as I climbed back onto Cloud 9 at about 7.05am to catch a few minutes of shut-eye, did my poor obsessed Controller's wirelessed nunu begin it's predictable thready squeaking, before it was silenced.. Shame.. *chokes..
Peace julle..
---oOo---
Saturday 18th February 2012 fat 9.53am..
Friday, February 17, 2012
MAKING HAY..
(begun Thursday 16th February at 3.15am..)
*I went through my scribbled rough before coming here to publish, and have to ask that you cut me some slack, as even I struggle to make sense of it all...*
The floor under the tiles in the bathroom is concrete.. So when I'd padded quietly in there and stood silently fishing for a hair slide that had come loose, it was too much for BigEars to wait... He tells himself that he's got lightning quick reactions, when in fact it's more likely to be force of habit after all these years of squatting in ours...
The small 'clunk' sound that came from the computerised washing machine standing in the corner didn't therefore startle me in the least, as it's happened before... A very similar noise to the one that occurs so often when he's in a rush, and thumps carelessly into the lounge behind the TV...
I've told you previously how the GW's larnie laundry-aid didn't make it's designated delivery date, and that when it did finally arrive a day or so later, it was carried by two of what, with hindsight, were probably Majoor Groenwald's equally pale-skinned colleagues in civvies..
When you think of the time and money wasted on this entire pathetic operation, you should in fact cringe with shame.. A contact at the store where the item was bought would've been called, and arrangements made for an 'independent' delivery company to collect the machine, from where it would've gone somewhere and been unpacked and studied, before it was decided where was the best place to put the miniscule wireless enhancer..
You don't use front line cops for these lame exercises? It's a Special Unit run by Groenewald that concentrates on this particular aspect of the project? Their relationship to Capital Air down in Brickfield Road is what? Any aircon units sold down there, automatically have a little 'extra' added without the buyer's knowledge? You bet they do... *grins... I'd also bet their prices are really competitive, and that they have customers from all over the Zone and beyond, as a result... *winks..
While they certainly won't be the only aircon company working so closely with the Bugging Unit, they're definitely the pick of the bunch here in Sydenham... You might want to bear that in mind when you finally cave to the appalling summer heat, and decide that aircon is the way to go..
CockyLocky Groenewald was as pleased as punch by his own cleverness, and couldn't resist standing right next to me, while he fiddled with the aircon unit almost above my head, in the GP's waiting room...
I wouldn't have given it much thought, but for the fact that on a subsequent visit my GP had asked me to go round his desk and show him my scar, at which point I'd ended up standing right next to his aircon unit, and Millie had literally shrieked in protest... Sure, she's an abomination, but a bloody reliable one..*beams..
So there you have it, folks... Unless you take yourself into an aircon dealer's premises without any preamble, make your purchase, and then get a close and trusted relative to install the thing, it's likely you're going to get more than you bargained for.. Hell, even if you got away with the above, you'd probably find the unit playing up within days of it's installation..
You'd have no idea that your local Area Controller was surging it repeatedly until you were forced to get in an outside tech to come 'fix' the problem... People are just so gullible hey Groenie? *teeth...
Hey - I can shoot my fat mouth off here till the cows come home, and it ain't gonna change anything, as the handful of Readers left standing, are all your supporters? *chokes...
See what you did there Balliram? One little careless clunk as you activated the enhancer in our washing machine and I'm off and frothing at the wimmies... *snorts... Often enough when the GW's out and I'm bathing, and the Pervert blatantly changes the tone of my Christmas Beetle Chorus or jabs me spitefully with the Knives to the Back to announce his arrival, I'll bang hard on the side of the machine in the hope that he's listening avidly with his eavesdropping system cranked to the max... Mean? You think that's mean? *collapses snorting...
Ngobeni stays and Booysens goes? Lawd, am I in over my head .. Anything to do with the Killer Unit operating out of Cato Manor? A nice bit of psychological manipulation there, dudes.. If it hadn't been for that photo published in the Press I'd probably have thought the guys were doing a good job. To have them pictured in jovial mood at a celebratory braai was a stroke of genius, and one has to wonder who it was that fished out that incriminating evidence and gave it to the Press... Anyone care to check those guy's bank balances and see which of them received a fat bonus around that time?
I'm heading back down to my GP's rooms later on this morning, as Balliram and a few of his equally piggish chommies well know... Millie lll has been getting restless, and I'm going to have a shot at getting her excised today.. A repeat performance of the fiasco last March? Where the eight ampules of anaesthetic injected may as well have been water for all the good they did? We'll just have to wait and see...
wrathex had posted on a different thread to the usual chemo one in the Health & Wealth Forum, when I logged on yesterday...
I'd typed a comment in reply and my Controller had immediately amused himself by giving me repeated 'The message you have entered is too short' before I pm'd the Kind Mod for assistance, and asked if there was any way he could post my comment for me instead... Have the rules changed recently? Am I no longer under the protection of the silently glowering Stromboli? Is it back to open season on Idiots over there?
Does the Telecoms Agent not continue to grin wolfishly and say that anyone dumb enough to find my blog worthy of perusal is welcome to visit me? Does he continue to omit to mention that each IP number that clicks on my efforts is noted and checked out by my Area Controller, and if necessary reported back to van Zyl? I give myself too much credit? Pfft.. as if...
Judging from the 4G fearmongering thread on the Broadband and IT News Forum, the Strategist is making hay while the sun shines, and getting in as many lies as he can, while the coast is clear.. Methinks the fellow protesteth too much is not a concept that would occur to our van Zyl, as comments tumble from him for all the world like a serious bout of the Chinese Splatters... *chokes...
Did my own Vaseline Boy (to borrow a disgusting but accurate description) hustle to contact Jannie after reading Karl's note in my gmail inbox? Is that what's led to the Telecom's Agent's flurry of posts in the 4G thread?
A chink in the Rocket Scientist's armour that you can guarantee has had a whole lot of crooked heads come together in a huddle, in an effort to see whether this flaw may be exploited and used to their advantage? You've all seen the depths that Jannie will sink to, to thwart his so-called enemies.. The clear and very real threat he employed by having Dorney's trees visibly fried to a crisp, and you have to know that if it wasn't for Muller's backup safety measures, the Educator would've been 'dealt' with, a long time back...
I must go, cheers..
Friday 17th February at 3.30am.
Godknows what woke me around 3am, but I was oddly pain-free again, and in no hurry to move, so he smacked fat Sophie instead.... From dead-to-the-world to off the bed and frantically shaking her ears in a nano-second, it's got to take a pretty unpleasant sensation to achieve those startling results...
In the early years of mischief, back when he still took her advice, I've no doubt she tried repeatedly to explain to him that deliberately causing the local canines misery lost him brownie points with a certain section of his peers... He never really got it, and still regards the dogs for the most part as easy targets...
How did that pitbull over in Knight Road suddenly manage to crawl under the fence/wall and attack the neighbour? How come it hadn't used that exit point before and gone after Lorton's chihuahuas on previous occasions?
Let me remind you of what happened here a couple of years ago, when I was doing dog duty for the Scrabble Player while the family were away on holiday..
They'd not been gone like five minutes when Joey was discovered out on the road, and I'd scuttled next door to get him back in and found a hole had been broken in the precast wall, allowing him to escape through to Fred's property and slide out past those gates into the street.. One of my Good Neighbour's relatives had rallied and come and patched the hole promptly, thereby saving the day.
At some point I'd been standing on their verge with No. 12's little daughter, and she'd remarked out of the blue that she didn't know why their gardener had made the hole in the wall.. Out of the mouths, hey? *winks...
Was Lorten's death an error? Did some mischief-making droog quietly enlarge the hole under the fence on the off-chance the pitbulls would take out the neighbour's little dogs next door, only it all went pear-shaped? I've encountered so much petty wickedness employed in the name of the bloody Project over the years, you'll have to forgive my suspicious mind... Was the pitbull's behaviour the result of the constant battering it was taking from the Raftery Road mast, just the other side of Sparks Road? Just as my ex-treasurer's Jinx, an ordinarily pleasant-natured animal, had suddenly begun attacking their oldest dog, with no provocation whatsoever, until they had to put the younger dog down?
How many other animals across the Zone have been driven mad by the amount of wireless frequencies hitting their sensitive ears?
Care to share the stats with us, Creep?
And to close - do your Peers over at the Radio Station have a clue about your rabid extra-curricular activities in the area? Are they impressed by what you get up to in the hours before dawn? And you all think I'm exaggerating? *eyeroll..
Stay safe..
---oOo---
Friday 17th February 2012 at 1.22pm.
(begun Thursday 16th February at 3.15am..)
*I went through my scribbled rough before coming here to publish, and have to ask that you cut me some slack, as even I struggle to make sense of it all...*
The floor under the tiles in the bathroom is concrete.. So when I'd padded quietly in there and stood silently fishing for a hair slide that had come loose, it was too much for BigEars to wait... He tells himself that he's got lightning quick reactions, when in fact it's more likely to be force of habit after all these years of squatting in ours...
The small 'clunk' sound that came from the computerised washing machine standing in the corner didn't therefore startle me in the least, as it's happened before... A very similar noise to the one that occurs so often when he's in a rush, and thumps carelessly into the lounge behind the TV...
I've told you previously how the GW's larnie laundry-aid didn't make it's designated delivery date, and that when it did finally arrive a day or so later, it was carried by two of what, with hindsight, were probably Majoor Groenwald's equally pale-skinned colleagues in civvies..
When you think of the time and money wasted on this entire pathetic operation, you should in fact cringe with shame.. A contact at the store where the item was bought would've been called, and arrangements made for an 'independent' delivery company to collect the machine, from where it would've gone somewhere and been unpacked and studied, before it was decided where was the best place to put the miniscule wireless enhancer..
You don't use front line cops for these lame exercises? It's a Special Unit run by Groenewald that concentrates on this particular aspect of the project? Their relationship to Capital Air down in Brickfield Road is what? Any aircon units sold down there, automatically have a little 'extra' added without the buyer's knowledge? You bet they do... *grins... I'd also bet their prices are really competitive, and that they have customers from all over the Zone and beyond, as a result... *winks..
While they certainly won't be the only aircon company working so closely with the Bugging Unit, they're definitely the pick of the bunch here in Sydenham... You might want to bear that in mind when you finally cave to the appalling summer heat, and decide that aircon is the way to go..
CockyLocky Groenewald was as pleased as punch by his own cleverness, and couldn't resist standing right next to me, while he fiddled with the aircon unit almost above my head, in the GP's waiting room...
I wouldn't have given it much thought, but for the fact that on a subsequent visit my GP had asked me to go round his desk and show him my scar, at which point I'd ended up standing right next to his aircon unit, and Millie had literally shrieked in protest... Sure, she's an abomination, but a bloody reliable one..*beams..
So there you have it, folks... Unless you take yourself into an aircon dealer's premises without any preamble, make your purchase, and then get a close and trusted relative to install the thing, it's likely you're going to get more than you bargained for.. Hell, even if you got away with the above, you'd probably find the unit playing up within days of it's installation..
You'd have no idea that your local Area Controller was surging it repeatedly until you were forced to get in an outside tech to come 'fix' the problem... People are just so gullible hey Groenie? *teeth...
Hey - I can shoot my fat mouth off here till the cows come home, and it ain't gonna change anything, as the handful of Readers left standing, are all your supporters? *chokes...
See what you did there Balliram? One little careless clunk as you activated the enhancer in our washing machine and I'm off and frothing at the wimmies... *snorts... Often enough when the GW's out and I'm bathing, and the Pervert blatantly changes the tone of my Christmas Beetle Chorus or jabs me spitefully with the Knives to the Back to announce his arrival, I'll bang hard on the side of the machine in the hope that he's listening avidly with his eavesdropping system cranked to the max... Mean? You think that's mean? *collapses snorting...
Ngobeni stays and Booysens goes? Lawd, am I in over my head .. Anything to do with the Killer Unit operating out of Cato Manor? A nice bit of psychological manipulation there, dudes.. If it hadn't been for that photo published in the Press I'd probably have thought the guys were doing a good job. To have them pictured in jovial mood at a celebratory braai was a stroke of genius, and one has to wonder who it was that fished out that incriminating evidence and gave it to the Press... Anyone care to check those guy's bank balances and see which of them received a fat bonus around that time?
I'm heading back down to my GP's rooms later on this morning, as Balliram and a few of his equally piggish chommies well know... Millie lll has been getting restless, and I'm going to have a shot at getting her excised today.. A repeat performance of the fiasco last March? Where the eight ampules of anaesthetic injected may as well have been water for all the good they did? We'll just have to wait and see...
wrathex had posted on a different thread to the usual chemo one in the Health & Wealth Forum, when I logged on yesterday...
I'd typed a comment in reply and my Controller had immediately amused himself by giving me repeated 'The message you have entered is too short' before I pm'd the Kind Mod for assistance, and asked if there was any way he could post my comment for me instead... Have the rules changed recently? Am I no longer under the protection of the silently glowering Stromboli? Is it back to open season on Idiots over there?
Does the Telecoms Agent not continue to grin wolfishly and say that anyone dumb enough to find my blog worthy of perusal is welcome to visit me? Does he continue to omit to mention that each IP number that clicks on my efforts is noted and checked out by my Area Controller, and if necessary reported back to van Zyl? I give myself too much credit? Pfft.. as if...
Judging from the 4G fearmongering thread on the Broadband and IT News Forum, the Strategist is making hay while the sun shines, and getting in as many lies as he can, while the coast is clear.. Methinks the fellow protesteth too much is not a concept that would occur to our van Zyl, as comments tumble from him for all the world like a serious bout of the Chinese Splatters... *chokes...
Did my own Vaseline Boy (to borrow a disgusting but accurate description) hustle to contact Jannie after reading Karl's note in my gmail inbox? Is that what's led to the Telecom's Agent's flurry of posts in the 4G thread?
A chink in the Rocket Scientist's armour that you can guarantee has had a whole lot of crooked heads come together in a huddle, in an effort to see whether this flaw may be exploited and used to their advantage? You've all seen the depths that Jannie will sink to, to thwart his so-called enemies.. The clear and very real threat he employed by having Dorney's trees visibly fried to a crisp, and you have to know that if it wasn't for Muller's backup safety measures, the Educator would've been 'dealt' with, a long time back...
I must go, cheers..
Friday 17th February at 3.30am.
Godknows what woke me around 3am, but I was oddly pain-free again, and in no hurry to move, so he smacked fat Sophie instead.... From dead-to-the-world to off the bed and frantically shaking her ears in a nano-second, it's got to take a pretty unpleasant sensation to achieve those startling results...
In the early years of mischief, back when he still took her advice, I've no doubt she tried repeatedly to explain to him that deliberately causing the local canines misery lost him brownie points with a certain section of his peers... He never really got it, and still regards the dogs for the most part as easy targets...
How did that pitbull over in Knight Road suddenly manage to crawl under the fence/wall and attack the neighbour? How come it hadn't used that exit point before and gone after Lorton's chihuahuas on previous occasions?
Let me remind you of what happened here a couple of years ago, when I was doing dog duty for the Scrabble Player while the family were away on holiday..
They'd not been gone like five minutes when Joey was discovered out on the road, and I'd scuttled next door to get him back in and found a hole had been broken in the precast wall, allowing him to escape through to Fred's property and slide out past those gates into the street.. One of my Good Neighbour's relatives had rallied and come and patched the hole promptly, thereby saving the day.
At some point I'd been standing on their verge with No. 12's little daughter, and she'd remarked out of the blue that she didn't know why their gardener had made the hole in the wall.. Out of the mouths, hey? *winks...
Was Lorten's death an error? Did some mischief-making droog quietly enlarge the hole under the fence on the off-chance the pitbulls would take out the neighbour's little dogs next door, only it all went pear-shaped? I've encountered so much petty wickedness employed in the name of the bloody Project over the years, you'll have to forgive my suspicious mind... Was the pitbull's behaviour the result of the constant battering it was taking from the Raftery Road mast, just the other side of Sparks Road? Just as my ex-treasurer's Jinx, an ordinarily pleasant-natured animal, had suddenly begun attacking their oldest dog, with no provocation whatsoever, until they had to put the younger dog down?
How many other animals across the Zone have been driven mad by the amount of wireless frequencies hitting their sensitive ears?
Care to share the stats with us, Creep?
And to close - do your Peers over at the Radio Station have a clue about your rabid extra-curricular activities in the area? Are they impressed by what you get up to in the hours before dawn? And you all think I'm exaggerating? *eyeroll..
Stay safe..
---oOo---
Friday 17th February 2012 at 1.22pm.
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