(begun Tuesday 15th January at 4.12am..)
Are his friends in awe of his dedicated obsession, or do they find it somewhat disturbing, after all these years? Not that they'd dare say so...
A couple of fierce Knives to the Back, and the thready squeak of his Noise Assisted Transporter nearby, and Millie rears into wakefulness, and there you have it - the start of another day here in the Valley of the Damned... *yawns...
I'm talking kak, and so far there's not been so much as a twinge or ache among you? Hey, that's great news, and if you're getting right out of the area each day when you head off to work, it will probably take that much longer for your immune system to start showing the cracks...
Up until about three years ago, the GameWrecker was still going right out to Mt. Edgecombe to work each day, and it certainly paid off.. He'd been well out of the danger-zone during the second half of 2005, when Mr. Spence and our Area Controller had first begun pumping some serious shit into the valley and surrounds... Those concentrated and repeated blasts of EMR and RF were what did for the suckers here who don't get out much, and I guess a few of us kissed goodbye to our natural protection around that time..
My old man now shuffles about like an 80+ year old, but I'd be the first to admit that there are other factors that probably contribute to this...
He's never been partial to sport or exercise, (nor I) and his diet is remarkable in it's lack of what I consider to be the things that are good for you... He gave up smoking in his thirties, and only indulges in the occasional beer or whisky, and yet of the two of us, I guess I'm holding up better than he is...
I'm not one of those unfortunate EMR refugees whose system is so damaged they have to avoid even the most basic technology, and I'd rather be classified as EMS if you don't mind.. An electro-magnetic survivor fits the bill, don't you think? I certainly don't experience knife-like pains to the head as I drive by any old mast or aerial in the neighbourhood, and Millie doesn't shriek in outrage each time I walk into a heavily wirelessed Mall.. My remarkable reactions are due entirely to the tracking exercises carried out by the Chop next door and his so-called Students, on their training sessions... So there you have it. Without the obsessive and deliberately cruel attentions of the 'Special' Sicko and his colleagues/cadets, I'm able to enjoy my life pain-free, although that luxury is afforded me less each day...
LATER at 10.15am
The sun was just coming up when I'd unlocked the ladders and set about washing the windows, and I managed to get the job done inside and out, well before the real heat of the day kicked in... You want to see what I found during that exercise? HERE? The GW says the window's metal arms are made of brass, though of course they're dull and dark after all the decades they've been there. Most of them have odd marks that I doubt have anything much to do with age, and there's verdigris? caking the ones facing the Experiment Station.
I was opening the window on the far side of my bed, and quite by accident the metal arm had turned and allowed me to see it's underside... A R2 coin-sized application of the pretty blue copper sulfate compound, halfway along the bar, and another lump of it on the knob at the end, for good measure..HERE. *eyeroll...
A recently applied substance, achieved on a Thursday when were out, or it's been there since Brit Army Intelligence Puppets came in and daubed all manner of laser-enhancing substances both inside and out of our home? To this day you can't get over how stupid and trusting we were to leave our home in charge of a young teenager, simply because the dog had liked him, and boy, did you get that right... Course, such a thing wouldn't happen on your property, not in a million years.. You think? Your maid and gardener have been with you for years, and they're like family? You pay them both well over the minimum wage, and treat them with respect at all times, and they seem happy enough?
Your maid has three school-going children, and your gardener has two young adults without work, that he's expected to support, and both employees live in the jondolos on the outskirts of town...?
If one or other of your gardener's grown children were offered a free subscription to Multichoice, including the decoder and dish, in return for persuading their dad to cut back or poison certain of the trees and shrubs in your garden, to achieve the desired LOS, you know with certainty your trusty retainer would refuse point blank? How long before he caves under repeated pressure, as the grainy and poor reception on their little second-hand TV is almost unwatchable, and there's no way his salary cheque could stretch to luxuries like DSTV... It wouldn't involve hurting anyone, and the mlungus won't even notice, so why not?
And before long your faithful Landscaper is reporting that the lemon tree is dying, or the wind has broken that big branch over there in the corner, en so voerts....
Do you ever wonder how the average domestic worker makes ends meet? Sure, living in the shacks, they won't have the overheads we so-called larnies have to fork out, but she wants the best for her kids, the same as we do, and there's no way her salary will cover more than the very basics... I s'pose it's not really rocket-science, hey Jannie? When the Planners figured out they could utilise the gainfully employed domestic workers living in the Settlements, to help achieve their aims? Maybe frighten the maid half to death with a carefully engineered hostage drama, and then insist she go with the cops to her dwelling to check for stolen goods? After that it's plain sailing, as any number of threats can be made, and pressure brought to bear, once they know exactly where she lives...
Not all of us have the means to rig up a home CCTV system and besides, why would we want to? We trust our wekkers...
Both my passports, British and South African, disappeared a couple of years back, and Penny certainly didn't nick them, so who did?
Now that I know what to look for, I find that ugly clear substance has been applied to both the kist in the lounge and the varnished dresser over next to the PC, and there's probably a great deal more of it daubed about throughout the house...
Check out the ancient concrete bust that sits on the garden table by the braai area HERE.. When it rains you can see how the head and shoulders have been coated with that black substance, so attractive to the lasers... Again - You're young and sharp, and you'd spot straight away if you'd had uninvited guests visiting your home in your absence... I wouldn't be too sure of that, folks...
I'd called the two dogs to take them up top with me, when I went to fetch the paper at around 6am this morning.. They jostled each other impatiently at the foot of the courtyard door, as the old woman struggled with the lock... As Sophie walked through the opened door onto the side path, she sat back down on her bum and went straight into her petite mal routine, weaving about drunkenly... Not so much as a twinge of BackFire hit me, as it so often does, the closer I get to the Pig's wall enhancer HERE.. That would have been because he was fully concentrating on the dog... *uses the paper bag... I picked her up and carried her inside and put her on the bed next to the GW, before heading back upstairs. She was fine once I got back down again...
It's okay by me if you have a problem believing all that I tell you, as there are more than enough lurking nearby who are aware that it's the truth... You take care now, and
peace...
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Tuesday 15th January 2013 at 12.54pm.
