LIFE'S LITTLE SURPRISES..
(begun Friday 24th February at 3.35am..)
Ja, they have a way of catching you when you least expect it.. There I was, dipping my wrinkled toes into the waters of quantum cryptology and satellites FFS, when I was reminded that I should rather stick to doing what I do best.. That is to say, giving the many intellectuals among you, cause for derisive mirth...
It appears that my persistent and idiotic attempts to assist the Educator have proven to be no more than an embarrassment to him, and though he didn't say it in so many words, he clearly wishes I would STFU.. *chokes..
Insinuating that his fellow boffins, Stef Roux, Beeuwyn Gerryts, and Cornelis Groesbeek were colluding in a project that was tantamount to mass murder, was simply pushing my luck too far, and I suspect that I've caused offence... *shrugs...
Like the old toppie we met on Wednesday, who howls single-mindedly into the wind, of Sutcliffe's corruption, am I considered no more than a passing amusement, and no-one in their right mind would ever take me seriously.. Bingo, Janneman? *winks...
Am I stung to the quick by my latest rejection? Mildly, but I wouldn't be the Village Idiot if I didn't simply lick my wounds and stagger on regardless, now would I? *squints...
When I'd finally arrived home yesterday at about 2.30pm, it was to find Balliram's handyman fiddling about ostentatiously with their kitchen window burglar guards, though I very much doubt that had been the primary reason for his call-out... I noticed nothing spectacularly different last night, and it's always possible whatever adjustments he made won't affect us directly.. Possible, but not probable....
BTW, yesterday was the first time since before Christmas that I found myself walking without a limp..*applauds.. The damage achieved by my Controller is of course irrepairable, and were that hip to be scanned, odds are that, that cartilage has also gone forever...
Proving that I have my father's genes, and that prior to the systematic assaults by the Sadist, I was free of any form of arthritis, ain't gonna happen, and you will be all too happy to believe that at 66, these aches and pains come with the territory... *belches..
The old toppie and his wife live down the end of West Street, in an apartment block called Kenton.. She's in a wheelchair, and he walks with a cane... More age-related problems? You think? He lays his crippling down to the fact that a few years ago he was attacked by four Nigerians, and as a result he carries six metal pins in his leg... His wife OTOH, explained that she'd been in the throes of a mysterious ailment (that sounded remarkably similar to the one that had my VC hospitalised), when in her fever, she fell and cracked a bone in her leg, and now she can't walk without a wheelchair or frame... Her doctor had diagnosed her fever and extreme chills as double-pneumonia, though she insists she had no cough or cold at all... He'd even sent her to a physio in order to get the non-existent phlem from her lungs.. *snorts...
You may be interested to take a drive down West Street to their apartment block and pull in outside. Check the block directly opposite their's, and see what's fixed to the right-hand side at the top floor.. Carefully painted to match the building exactly, that microwave panel faces dead-on into the apartments at Kenton.. *spews... Did I think it could be the reason for all the strange allergies that now afflict her, and the stabbing pains she often endures in her fingers and hands? What do you think Mr. van Zyl? Your expert opinion? The old bloke had already told me his neighbour is ill as a result of all the radiation in the area, and I'd have to guess that an overwhelming percentage of the Kenton residents are feeling the effects of that delightful attachment to the block opposite, but that happily for the telecoms industry, this savagery remains unprovable...
Turns out the GW had sent my son an Amazon gift certificate last February, for his birthday.. It had been much appreciated, so my old man had done the same again this year, only this time my kid is having endless problems redeeming it..*blinks... Anything you'd be aware of, Creep? A grand may be peanuts to a Special Operative such as yourself, but it's a cartload of moolla to a pensioner whose funds are being steadily depleted by the day.. *vomits.. Again, I'm betting that Baliram keeps in regular communication with the Area Controller for that part of Camden, and that he's managed to either persuade that Agent to allow him to infest my kid's laptop/PC himself, or it's a pal of his who hasn't stopped at surging the geyser... Will crying foul make a blind bit of difference? *waits with interest....
Right, it's now 5.15am, and I've literally a mountain of newspapers to catch up on and misinterpret, but meanwhile, I'm going to head on back to Cloud 9 and ignore my Master's nearby thready squeaks for the time being..*waves..
LATER at 7.20am
It had been growing light after 5am, so before I climbed back in bed I'd gone through and switched off the outside valley spotlight, which had elicited a startled chorus of calls from a couple of nearby hadedas roosting in the trees... More craziness to suggest that these prehistoric-looking birds are affected by the wireless frequencies? Though they don't appear to find them unpleasant enough to vacate the valley for good, they can certainly be relied on to remark loudly when the system is activated or changed in any way..
More often than not, as I unlock the verandah door and step outside, be it still pitch dark or dawn, they announce my appearance with gusto... Frequently it's the birds roosting in trees across the far side of the valley by the Recreation Centre, that cry out as soon as I open the door, and as I'm not visible to them at all, it's something else that disturbs them at that precise moment...
What else could it be, other than a sudden increase in wireless activity? An increase that flatteringly occurs just as I emerge from my front door onto my verandah, or switch the valley spotlight off.. Magic, I tell you!
Pondorously slow as I am, it's finally hit home just how much damage I may have caused to the Rocket Scientist's reputation, with my ongoing efforts to have you seek out his posts...
To have any sort of dialogue, however banal, with one of my calibre of stupidity, would I suppose inevitably lead to questions raised on Karl Muller's own credibility...
Did someone have to point that out to him, or did he finally figure it out for himself? Has the mere fact that I support his efforts so vociferously, damaged his reputation for good?
My feeble and frustrating attempts to steer him from the masts to the streetlights have failed, and quite possibly caused him a mischief in the process... My belated apologies if this is the case, though it's guaranteed to have cheered at least one person immensely... Loving it, Jannie? *teeth...
If you're of the opinion that this latest revelation on my part will have me cease touting the Rocket Scientist's posts, you'd be sadly mistaken.. OTOH, attempting to speak directly to Muller was a mistake that I now regret... *purple-faced... Moving on...
I'd been delighted to get an invite to last night's Sparks Estate CPF Meeting, and had sent off a request for a lift straight away.. A day or two later and no reply had me sitting in my corner of the lounge reading, when the phone rang after 6pm and the Councillor said he would pick me up after all.. *blinks..
After a long day out and about, it was simply too late for me to go into scramble mode and be ready in time for a lift, so I regretfully declined and hope the Meeting was a success... The latest gossip has it that assistance in obtaining tenders is being offered, and the mere thought that this might be true, has my skin crawling...
It appears that however strong one's faith and prayers, once the druglord has you in his clutches, he may jerk the strings to the tune of his choice.. Would it make a huge difference if I knew who had started this latest mischievous rumour? Maybe, maybe not..*shrugs...
My attempts at uniting the two Sector Forums were always doomed to fail, although I'll plod on regardless...
The sun is behind the clouds for the moment, in more ways than one, but hey - I intend making the most of the drop in temperature while I can.. Cheers and
peace...
---oOo---
Friday 24th February 2012 at 10.03am.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
QUANTUM CRYPTOLOGY...
(begun Wednesday 22nd February at 3am..)
*As a confirmed Idiot, it matters little if I'm way off beam, (you'll pardon the pun), but I like it, it fits, and I'm using it...*
It creeps me out on the odd occasion that I feel the incredible heat coming off Cloud 9 beneath me, or the foam cushions on my chair in the lounge.. Are they supposed to feel unnaturally hot, where I've been sitting/lying? What sort of body temperature do I have to reach to make that happen? And don't give me that it's like that all the time, during the sweltering summer months here in Durban.. I could count on one hand the times I've actually noticed that weird phenomenon, though you can bet your bottom dollar I've slept through dozens more such episodes and woken up absolutely drenched in sweat.. Another charming side-effect of Balliram's avid attentions, fosho.. *shrugs...
There's just thick silence outside as I sit here at the desk, and I heard no wirelessed nunu kick in when I sat up in bed earlier. Instead, the heat is suddenly increased ten-fold, and Sophie jumps off the bed next door, and we're back into our usual routine as always...*yawns...
In the bedroom, where I'm lined up so precisely to bear the brunt of the Sadist's assaults, it doesn't seem to matter that the curtains are now drawn tightly together each night. Often enough a nearby nunu device kicks in as I sit or stand up, anyway, and for some reason the term infra-red pops into my cooked head...
Do Gerryts and Groesbeek have a share in the satellite used to provide my precious DSTV? I remember reading something not long ago about a South African satellite launched that was also capable of enhancing night time monitoring amongst other things? I'm betting the copy didn't read like that, but that's how I chose to interpret it, and I remember thinking at the time that it's got to be Project related... *looks at the creator of i3 Africa..(Edit: I found an article that might interest you. Titled Starring South Africa, by Jennifer Stastny, it may be found in the Popular Mechanics Issue of May 2010.)
See, it's the smallest things that give me pause for thought, and in this case it's the fact that nowhere in his/her eight page diatribe, A Better Life For All, did the whistleblower mention either Groesbeek or i3Africa.. You don't find that just a bit odd? Both the companies he created, Fibre City and H20 were there, with their Directors, so why not Cornelis?
Our Media have launched into an in-your-face drive to promote something called Constitution Week, and I swear I saw a full two page ad. touting this in one of the Sunday papers... *gags... Does it give you a warm fuzzy feeling to know that we've got such an excellent safety-net in place to protect us, or are you like me, nauseated by the bald-faced lies? It's not something you want to hear a 66-year old retard banging on about? WhyTF not? After all, were all equal in the eyes of the Constitution are we not? Se VOET!!!
The fact remains that the Right to Privacy clause is a joke, and you can most certainly include the right to freedom from being experimented upon as well... It's sad that not one of you challenges this travesty, either... There are always exceptions to the rule? Once you go down that road my friend, you're lost for good.. *shrugs..
I never did get around to re-reading the Sunday papers and there's something niggling away at me as a result.. .. A rotten cop who in 2009 insisted he was the top Intelligence Officer, and deserved to be the next head of the Scorpions? I'll be lucky to find the article, though I'm guessing it's to do with the attempts to take Booysens down? Cheers...
LATER at 4.35am
The livers are cooling out on the verandah, and still Balliram keeps his toys silent.. It was a very different kettle of fish last night at bedtime, when I'd taken the dogs outside only to hear a full-throated wireless song flooding out from across the playing field, and I'd inadvertently kick-started several of the usual culprits into their grinding squeaks.. *grins.. I'd actually fallen asleep with the nunu nearest my window purring away relentlessly.. Section 3a, Page 231 of the Spy Manual? Keep the target off balance at all times, by altering the routine? *chokes...
Where's our Professor Francesco Petruccione these days? Setting up the killing machine down in PE or Cape Town alongside Corne, or simply sitting in a dark corner over at the Howard College base-station, counting his millions? Somebody has a record of all those Meetings held back in the nineties.. I'd lay odds there are actually video clips of Sutcliffe, Groesbeek and Petruccione gathered around a table to thrash out the finer details of this wondrous scheme... As far as we guinea pigs here in Sherwood were concerned, it will have kicked off on Monday 4th March 2004, when a Muni Electricity Department crew arrived to cut across the road from our streetlight to the Moth Cottage at No. 11 HERE.. Those six Flame Lily run homes would've been the very first rigged out for the Project, due to the fact that the Illuminati Brian Osborne was Head of the Flame Lily Board of Trustees at the time..
LATER at 8.35am
I went up with the dog's food as usual, and sure enough, Mr. Couldn't-Care-Less had his bright little eavesdropping device activated inside the streetlight cowling..*eyeroll.. Worth it Creep? Were you delighted to hear that B.Jnr. was lying prone on the floor at home, in an attempt to ease the pain in his spine? What a bloody hero you are, to be sure.. *spits...
It was last week when the GW had come through to say there'd been a fire at the Mt. Edgecombe SARS building, and he thought it had been a lawyer's office on the top floor that had been destroyed..I'd shrugged it off cynically as just another electrical fire, bought and paid for by someone wishing to either destroy documents or make life miserable for a fellow attorney...
Turns out I was only half-right, as the article in last night's Daily News, Front Page NIA Secret documents go up in flames, corrected me....
You'll no doubt be as relieved as I was, to read that back-up records for all documents in possession of the NIA are 'believed' to be stored at several remote locations in the country.. NOT.
How long before someone blabs those secret locations and more fire trucks have to be called out? Someone has made a decidedly successful attempt at putting the brakes on the enquiry into the corruption surrounding the Intelligence Department, and I guess an Area Controller out that way has had a nice fat bonus added to his bank account, for services (surges) rendered...
I had my Nokia brick on the charger for less than an hour this morning, and when I took it off it was red-hot.. Not exactly rocket science to surge a specific jack repeatedly until it bursts into flames, as I've told you often enough..*belches...
I found the article I was looking for on the front page of the Sunday Tribune.. Crooks out to get me - Top Cop. Booysens is in possession of a pretty damning document. A transcript of a conversation held in 2009.. However much I would've like for the cop doing the talking to have been our friend Glen Nayager, it wasn't, and it shows that plenty of other fairly high-ranking policemen have also succumbed to the project-related Omnipotence Disease..
My big question would have to be who the heck the chap was talking to.. Who would he refer to as Boss? Boss as in higher rank, Mafia hierarchy, or just a figure of speech? *fascinated..
LATER at 1pm..
I'd made a plan on Monday night to go out with my Vice Chair this morning, and was dismayed but unsurprised to find that Balliram had disapproved... When I picked S up, he was in pain and limping badly, and said that he was woken at 2.30am by a full-on assault and that his foot was giving him hell... As it was, we'd driven down into the city and had a brief chat to the old toppie, and both of us agreed afterwards that he knew nothing of the Wireless/Fibre over powerlines surveillance project, and as such was no threat to the criminals operating the system...*shrugs.. See http://www.deathofdurban.blogspot.com/
Thursday 23rd February at 4am
The old dude had given us some literature and dvds, and we'd left him and gone on down for morning tea on the beachfront, before heading home.. My Vice Chair had called much later at about 5pm to say he'd taken his agonised foot to bed once I'd dropped him back at home, and that when he'd woken up an hour or so later, every last vestige of pain had miraculously vanished... *blinks..
As I'd told him earlier over coffee, that Balliram could, at the mere tap of a computer key, remove the agony when he chose, I was pretty chuffed to have the Honourable Man confirm what I'd said...
Like I was saying Earl, it's pretty rad that your Special Agent is now giving away the secrets of this technology so freely, and I'm much obliged that you're allowing this to continue happening.. *curtseys gratefully.. Of course it doesn't change anything at all in the long run, though Groesbeek, Gerryts and Francesco Petruccione may be a little disappointed at being outed for their part in this inhumane experiment.. *shrugs..
Peace...
---oOo---
Thursday 23rd February 2012 at 7.40pm.
(begun Wednesday 22nd February at 3am..)
*As a confirmed Idiot, it matters little if I'm way off beam, (you'll pardon the pun), but I like it, it fits, and I'm using it...*
It creeps me out on the odd occasion that I feel the incredible heat coming off Cloud 9 beneath me, or the foam cushions on my chair in the lounge.. Are they supposed to feel unnaturally hot, where I've been sitting/lying? What sort of body temperature do I have to reach to make that happen? And don't give me that it's like that all the time, during the sweltering summer months here in Durban.. I could count on one hand the times I've actually noticed that weird phenomenon, though you can bet your bottom dollar I've slept through dozens more such episodes and woken up absolutely drenched in sweat.. Another charming side-effect of Balliram's avid attentions, fosho.. *shrugs...
There's just thick silence outside as I sit here at the desk, and I heard no wirelessed nunu kick in when I sat up in bed earlier. Instead, the heat is suddenly increased ten-fold, and Sophie jumps off the bed next door, and we're back into our usual routine as always...*yawns...
In the bedroom, where I'm lined up so precisely to bear the brunt of the Sadist's assaults, it doesn't seem to matter that the curtains are now drawn tightly together each night. Often enough a nearby nunu device kicks in as I sit or stand up, anyway, and for some reason the term infra-red pops into my cooked head...
Do Gerryts and Groesbeek have a share in the satellite used to provide my precious DSTV? I remember reading something not long ago about a South African satellite launched that was also capable of enhancing night time monitoring amongst other things? I'm betting the copy didn't read like that, but that's how I chose to interpret it, and I remember thinking at the time that it's got to be Project related... *looks at the creator of i3 Africa..(Edit: I found an article that might interest you. Titled Starring South Africa, by Jennifer Stastny, it may be found in the Popular Mechanics Issue of May 2010.)
See, it's the smallest things that give me pause for thought, and in this case it's the fact that nowhere in his/her eight page diatribe, A Better Life For All, did the whistleblower mention either Groesbeek or i3Africa.. You don't find that just a bit odd? Both the companies he created, Fibre City and H20 were there, with their Directors, so why not Cornelis?
Our Media have launched into an in-your-face drive to promote something called Constitution Week, and I swear I saw a full two page ad. touting this in one of the Sunday papers... *gags... Does it give you a warm fuzzy feeling to know that we've got such an excellent safety-net in place to protect us, or are you like me, nauseated by the bald-faced lies? It's not something you want to hear a 66-year old retard banging on about? WhyTF not? After all, were all equal in the eyes of the Constitution are we not? Se VOET!!!
The fact remains that the Right to Privacy clause is a joke, and you can most certainly include the right to freedom from being experimented upon as well... It's sad that not one of you challenges this travesty, either... There are always exceptions to the rule? Once you go down that road my friend, you're lost for good.. *shrugs..
I never did get around to re-reading the Sunday papers and there's something niggling away at me as a result.. .. A rotten cop who in 2009 insisted he was the top Intelligence Officer, and deserved to be the next head of the Scorpions? I'll be lucky to find the article, though I'm guessing it's to do with the attempts to take Booysens down? Cheers...
LATER at 4.35am
The livers are cooling out on the verandah, and still Balliram keeps his toys silent.. It was a very different kettle of fish last night at bedtime, when I'd taken the dogs outside only to hear a full-throated wireless song flooding out from across the playing field, and I'd inadvertently kick-started several of the usual culprits into their grinding squeaks.. *grins.. I'd actually fallen asleep with the nunu nearest my window purring away relentlessly.. Section 3a, Page 231 of the Spy Manual? Keep the target off balance at all times, by altering the routine? *chokes...
Where's our Professor Francesco Petruccione these days? Setting up the killing machine down in PE or Cape Town alongside Corne, or simply sitting in a dark corner over at the Howard College base-station, counting his millions? Somebody has a record of all those Meetings held back in the nineties.. I'd lay odds there are actually video clips of Sutcliffe, Groesbeek and Petruccione gathered around a table to thrash out the finer details of this wondrous scheme... As far as we guinea pigs here in Sherwood were concerned, it will have kicked off on Monday 4th March 2004, when a Muni Electricity Department crew arrived to cut across the road from our streetlight to the Moth Cottage at No. 11 HERE.. Those six Flame Lily run homes would've been the very first rigged out for the Project, due to the fact that the Illuminati Brian Osborne was Head of the Flame Lily Board of Trustees at the time..
LATER at 8.35am
I went up with the dog's food as usual, and sure enough, Mr. Couldn't-Care-Less had his bright little eavesdropping device activated inside the streetlight cowling..*eyeroll.. Worth it Creep? Were you delighted to hear that B.Jnr. was lying prone on the floor at home, in an attempt to ease the pain in his spine? What a bloody hero you are, to be sure.. *spits...
It was last week when the GW had come through to say there'd been a fire at the Mt. Edgecombe SARS building, and he thought it had been a lawyer's office on the top floor that had been destroyed..I'd shrugged it off cynically as just another electrical fire, bought and paid for by someone wishing to either destroy documents or make life miserable for a fellow attorney...
Turns out I was only half-right, as the article in last night's Daily News, Front Page NIA Secret documents go up in flames, corrected me....
You'll no doubt be as relieved as I was, to read that back-up records for all documents in possession of the NIA are 'believed' to be stored at several remote locations in the country.. NOT.
How long before someone blabs those secret locations and more fire trucks have to be called out? Someone has made a decidedly successful attempt at putting the brakes on the enquiry into the corruption surrounding the Intelligence Department, and I guess an Area Controller out that way has had a nice fat bonus added to his bank account, for services (surges) rendered...
I had my Nokia brick on the charger for less than an hour this morning, and when I took it off it was red-hot.. Not exactly rocket science to surge a specific jack repeatedly until it bursts into flames, as I've told you often enough..*belches...
I found the article I was looking for on the front page of the Sunday Tribune.. Crooks out to get me - Top Cop. Booysens is in possession of a pretty damning document. A transcript of a conversation held in 2009.. However much I would've like for the cop doing the talking to have been our friend Glen Nayager, it wasn't, and it shows that plenty of other fairly high-ranking policemen have also succumbed to the project-related Omnipotence Disease..
My big question would have to be who the heck the chap was talking to.. Who would he refer to as Boss? Boss as in higher rank, Mafia hierarchy, or just a figure of speech? *fascinated..
LATER at 1pm..
I'd made a plan on Monday night to go out with my Vice Chair this morning, and was dismayed but unsurprised to find that Balliram had disapproved... When I picked S up, he was in pain and limping badly, and said that he was woken at 2.30am by a full-on assault and that his foot was giving him hell... As it was, we'd driven down into the city and had a brief chat to the old toppie, and both of us agreed afterwards that he knew nothing of the Wireless/Fibre over powerlines surveillance project, and as such was no threat to the criminals operating the system...*shrugs.. See http://www.deathofdurban.blogspot.com/
Thursday 23rd February at 4am
The old dude had given us some literature and dvds, and we'd left him and gone on down for morning tea on the beachfront, before heading home.. My Vice Chair had called much later at about 5pm to say he'd taken his agonised foot to bed once I'd dropped him back at home, and that when he'd woken up an hour or so later, every last vestige of pain had miraculously vanished... *blinks..
As I'd told him earlier over coffee, that Balliram could, at the mere tap of a computer key, remove the agony when he chose, I was pretty chuffed to have the Honourable Man confirm what I'd said...
Like I was saying Earl, it's pretty rad that your Special Agent is now giving away the secrets of this technology so freely, and I'm much obliged that you're allowing this to continue happening.. *curtseys gratefully.. Of course it doesn't change anything at all in the long run, though Groesbeek, Gerryts and Francesco Petruccione may be a little disappointed at being outed for their part in this inhumane experiment.. *shrugs..
Peace...
---oOo---
Thursday 23rd February 2012 at 7.40pm.
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