Poor consolation...
(begun Tuesday 29th January at 4.35am...)
*Ready? My guns are cocked and ready to blaze away as usual at what's left of my own feet... Brace yourselves....*
How's he doing? The bloke over at the San? Did he make it after yesterday's operation? When one of those Facebook comments had said his Specialist had identified the problem with Matt's heart, I'd straight away thought the Officer must have had a genuine defect, and it wasn't the wireless weaponry being used on him after all...
Is Major Booysens swearing all those families to secrecy on the matter? Have the Evas and the Auerbachs, and now even the Kayclough families, been told to keep quiet, as the tech guys are on it, and they're going to nail the relevant Area Controller any day now? Would that be before or after the next Officer goes down? Johan?
Mr. Panday and his Mob associates aren't short of a bob or two, and if they want to pick your Officers off, who's to stop them? I'd have to guess they've had control of the surveillance technology for way longer than your guys, and can hack into your Officer's homes with ease.. Where does Kayclough live? Another Bluff resident? The SAPS Station out there is starting to look more interesting by the minute, and I'm betting a good few of those guys beat a path over to the Airwing Chopper base on a regular basis? *winks..
Booysens and I are probably poles apart when it comes to our opinions of Glen Nayager, and for all I know the Major will insist to this day that the ex-Sydenham Station Commander was a good cop. If that's the case, the Major has just added a few more grey hairs to my head...
See, I KNOW what Glen and his then IT Monkey Balliram got up to, once they were given control of the laser/wireless technology here in the Zone. I know what they put us all through night after night, with their newly acquired ability to invade our homes and to look and listen to our most intimate moments.. Listen, is I believe, the operative word here, and I'd like you to picture those two criminals with their audio options cranked to the max, as they watched one or two of us writhing in agony at the effects of a particular frequency aimed at a specific area... The unidentifiable symptoms, and in some cases infections, that left our GP's baffled as to the source? I remember the noise I'd made as I lay on Cloud 9, begging them out loud to finish me off, when Balliram had gone after my wrist and hand a couple of years ago...
You're going to tell me there was something wrong with the audio system at that point, and that the Sicko had no idea of the damage he was causing? It's certainly possible that at that stage the Druglord had already decided he needed a change of management up at Sydenham SAPS, and he'd withdrawn his support from the Station Commissioner by then.. There's no ways I'm going to get that time-line right, but up until the point where Barnabas realised he'd get better service from the college-educated Communications Officer, Nayager and Balliram had gone after some of the more vocal of our CPF Members with unholy glee...
Did the chap who lives in Abrey, down where it becomes Sparks Road, ever figure out the cause of his horrendous back pain? Did it ever occur to him that he was being crippled by a couple of official goonda thugs over his powerlines, simply because he was outspoken at our Meetings? Has he since seen the light, and learned to keep his mouth shut, or his health will head back down the tubes? Nayager was still running the Station when that chap had suffered all his health problems, so if you would have me believe there was anything good about Glen Nayager, it would have to be an instant FAIL.
I can't remember whether Nayager was ever actually suspended, or whether he was simply moved over to the Bluff, once Barnabas had dropped him like a hot potato....
Astonishingly, instead of being told to sit in a corner while the investigations into his misdemeanours were underway, the next we heard was that he'd been created a sector Commander of a whole lot of combined areas, including Mayville. (there's a term for it that you Officers will be familiar with, but it escapes me...)
Manuel? You were over at the Bluff back then, were you not? Ja, that was before you were thought to be useful enough to be deployed at Umbilo, right? Did you have a clue back then that Nayager had blotted his copybook so badly with the Druglord and the Mob that he was set to be taken out with the heart-battering wireless frequency? Geez, Col. Correia.. Just WTF is going on over at the Bluff Station right now, and why are Booysen's Officers being picked off steadily, one by one?
Vanessa? Man, you can grind your teeth at my naive outspokenness all you want, but this whole thing stinks to high heaven. Did I not warn you all, years ago, that it would come to this? A war over the airwaves between those that regard themselves as Good and those that are irredeemably Bad?
Allowing the murderous Cracker next door to jump the fence to the so-called Good team, earned you all the BSOD on the spot, and that would include that other carefully created distraction, your chums over at Right2Know... I don't understand? It's complicated, and I should keep out of it? You give us a reason that I can accept, and I might consider shutting up, but until then I'll carry on with my wild guesses, in my quest for the bloody truth..
Was Manuel relieved to be relocated to Umbilo SAPS? Are there overheads near to the Bluff cop shop and a Mast, that are pumping out such ridiculous levels of EMF that even the charming Colonel was beginning to feel the effects in his joints?
Do you have any idea what it's like to be sitting on this keg of dynamite, knowing 100% that I'll never be taken seriously? That of the forty-two visitors I'd had to yesterday's blogger update, and the forty-three the day before that, at least 95% will be batting for Jannie van Zyl and his web of lies?
Sweetjayzuss, I know you're not a bad person, but how long before you're indoctrinated and morphed into a clone of the psychopath next door? Hell, those foundations were going up as soon as you accepted our plight without a word.. The very minute you found any form of humour in the savagery enacted over our powerlines was about when you kissed your 'good' selves goodbye, and began turning into the obedient little drones so prized by van Zyl's shadowy Masters..
How do you hope to keep the dead Officer's families silent? Oblique threats that they might suffer the same mysterious heart problems were they to so much as whisper about the days and nights leading up to their loved-ones death? Or the much favoured stalling tactics, where the bereaved are assured that you have the perpetrator in your sights, but that if you rush things, he'll get away scott-free? *curious...
Have you been warned ever so gently that to acknowledge me in any way will make you the laughing stock of your fellow Officers, and may even have you signing your own death-warrant?
You fear you might be next on the hit list, and you've been having those sharp pains in your head or abdomen, usually in the evenings when youre 'safe' in your own home? If you want to go out on a limb, you could always pick me up, and me and Millie the Gross will do a walkabout at yours and point out the more obvious options used by the New Age Thugs that consider themselves some sort of soldiers...
We could pack every last cellphone into a nice tightly sealed envelope of sisalation and put them in the boot of your car for the duration of my visit. We could unplug the landline and switch off all the jackpoints in your lounge, where we could sit and hold a whispered conversation.. How long would it take before the sound of a nearby cricket, grasshopper, or frog, would be heard, as the Eavesdroppers activated the Noise Assisted Transport to enhance our muttered talking? The Swine would have to avoid enabling the BackFire frequency or the Knives to the Back, as that would be an immediate giveaway...
I guess my offer is pointless as usual, as the object of those Officers deaths has surely been achieved by now, and it will have frightened the rest of that Unit so badly, there's not a hope in hell of anyone stepping out of line.. That's the idea, is it not, Johan? *waves to the Major... Just as you've sat back and allowed our cruel abuse and torture to continue, will you sit quietly and accept those men's deaths, for I'd lay odds you're privy to more of the fine details of this technology than the majority of your Officers? That you've come to realise that Roux and Petruccione's collaborative efforts have produced a wireless weaponry so savagely effective, that it can't be stopped..
As long as you sit tjoep-stil you can be a part of History in the Making, like so many others? Allowing this travesty of a human being next door the freedom to continue contaminating young recruit's minds, with his special brand of murderous humour? Would you have me believe your hands are tied and you're in a corner?
I'll tell you again that my trolley was filled to over-flowing as early as 2005, with the bullshit products your Superiors hung dangling in front of me... There's not an inch of space left...
As you've now seen proven, all it takes for evil to flourish, hey Johan? You've made your choice and now you have to live with it, though that's poor consolation for the families of your dead Officers...
Are Janneman's ultimate Masters (and I'm not referring to Vodafone), delighted with their achievements so far? The push to dehumanise what's left of the world's population, once this mammoth culling Experiment circles the entire earth? Once that persistent hum unites with all the others to become something the survivors will regard and accept as mere background noise? Going to invest in a BM to stand alongside your Harley, Jannie? You've earned it, DEWD...
Peace..
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Tuesday 29th January 2013 at 9.28am.
