Rain on my parade..?
(begun Friday 1st February at 6am..)
*I've just booted up the PC without a single problem.. What's our duck and dive Specialist up to this morning? Keeping a low profile, much? *
Did he get to see much violent action on the Border? Did he leave the ranks, decorated for valour? Young as he is, he's apparently already held the post of Old Bill, and it appears he was roped in to liaise with British Army Intelligence on probably more matters than simply redecorating our home during our absence...
Did it ever cross his mind that this new and astonishing wireless weaponry might be considered cowardice in the extreme? That the days of leopard-crawling in full gear through the bush required an element of courage that's no longer a requirement for the Recruits to this New Age Yellow Army?
It seems the family from No. 11 have been temporarily (?) rehoused in one of the Moth Cottages in Bartle Road. Almost on the doorstep of the R2K's Promotions Organiser, the charming and talented Ms. Burger...Do little Missus N and her spawn get to keep their hands in, by practising on their mostly aged and doddery new neighbours? Does her youngest already display a disturbing amount of enjoyment at the audible groans he can cause his targets to utter? Will he wheedle his way into several of those modest cottages and remove some small portable assets before the occupants realise what's happened? No offence Renette, but it would be interesting to hear whether he'd been light-fingered before he'd been encouraged to nick my camera, or whether it had been that task that had led him to discover he had a talent for removing assets that didn't belong to him? Perfect fodder to swell the ranks of the Yellow Army, if he can be persuaded to settle for thieving his victim's right to privacy and good health, though that may take some time to achieve.. Shame.
The clouds have all headed off east to join the endless mountains of cumulus marching along the horizon, and the sky above is once again clear and blue, for the moment at least...
LATER at 6.45am
I scrapped yesterday's update for reasons unknown to me, so let's play a bit of catch-up, shall we? I guess it was some time on Wednesday that a new and different frequency had been dug from his arsenal and introduced to ours, though so far I've only been able to identify it when I cross between the kettle jack and the microwave, stand by the kitchen sink, sprawl in my TV chair, or on my bed. As you already know, these are all points that give off remarkably increased levels of whatever is being pumped into our home at the time...
Difficult to describe, it causes a sudden tight pain or ache which can occur anywhere between the bottom of my ribs and my ovaries, and I'm of the notion that it's designed to ultimately achieve more than just the BackFire frequency's eye-watering levels of pain...
I suppose Abdominal Frequency will cover it, and you might care to make a note of it's arrival on these pages, to see how long he persists in employing this new delight, and whether or not it achieves his aim in time to come. *finger.. Whether it's something he's already used with stunning success in the culling Operation over in Asherville, and he fancies trying it out on this irritating Puppet just for kicks, is unknown, and we'll just have to wait and see...
I'm amused to find that some attempts were made to muffle a few of the many regular triple-whoops! that emanate from der Bunker.. Has he resorted to actually putting a cushion over the source of that incriminating noise at any point? *chokes... Should I at least give the pitiful Coward credit for his latest stalling tactics? Have I already mentioned how he's taken to blocking the monitor from loading at Startup? Simply another demonstration of how easy it is for the scurvy Cracker to control our electrical assets, and it's fairly effective.. Over the years he's worked his way through tampering with Ian Halliday's fraudulent iBurst connection, to playing merry hell with our Kyocera modem, and now to blocking the screen from loading...
The sort of basic abilities that will be required by every Recruit to the Yellow Army, if they're to make a career out of the Look and Listen surveillance technology..
The GW had made what I'd considered a fairly futile Fault Report to Telkom on Wednesday morning. You'd have had to be a fly on the wall (*winks) to see the expression on my mug when the landline had rung at some point yesterday afternoon, and I'd heaved myself up to answer it, expecting only static. Instead, it was clearer than it's been in a long time, so, so much for the old man's theory about the mulberry branch... *applauds...
LATER at 7.45am
Right. I've finished cutting at the back. A quick cuppa and a word with you here, and I'm off to try getting the front lawn done before those clever Weathermen direct the now fat grey clouds overhead to rain on my parade...
It's delicious to speculate why the Old Bill and his family were redeployed to Bartle Road.. A temporary measure, or will the cottage at No. 11 be the first to remain empty before all five are cleared out to make room for something more ambitious? Are Sue the Book and the other tenants set to face further ridiculously loaded rent hikes, until they're forced to leave? *heaves...
See, I always assumed (shh) that the little Agent herself had ordered that dred-locked Project droog to clear away the only thing that was holding those bricks together.. Both of them must have known the risks it would create? Or was it as much a surprise to them when just a week later the Weathermen engineered that not-seen-before-nor-since torrential downpour, that caused those shaky bricks to collapse as they did?
And who of Rocky, Caramel, Buddy and Sandy, or the big new dog, are alive today? Kennel them, Old Bill? Rocky's hindquarters were already giving him visible strain, and Buddy had gone down to skin and bone.. I'm not that good with change, and I'd be happy for the family to return to a newly re-inforced property in a few months time, though somehow I don't think it's on the cards...
Saturday 2nd February at 3.15am
Is there such a word as relentlessness? Can I say that judging by the relentlessness of both the BackFire and Knives to the Back frequencies employed since yesterday, that the Special Operative Next Door is battling to maintain his amiable facade? As my pen hits the pad here in the backroom, the tinny squeak of his NAT kicks in, as he makes sure he or his proxy don't miss a scribbled word... *eyeroll..
Wassup Balliram? From the levels of wireless frequencies you've had run into our home pretty much non-stop since yesterday, there's no question but that you continue to rule this roost, so - WASSUP FFS? I'd lingered a second too long between the microwave and kettle fifteen minutes earlier, and gotten nailed from my navel to my backbone as a result... Most effective, ja... *vomits...
Something had me go check my blogger stats yesterday, and I was astonished to see that my regular 42-odd readers had shot up to 55 the day before.. *blinks... What brought that on? My barely contained fury that the Mob are being allowed to continue picking off Officers from the Cato Manor Unit, and my attempts to warn them that so much as the slightest flutter of their tickers should have them chirping out loud, and not keeping it to themselves for one minute?
What a mess this all is, for sure...
Like I said, you can no longer tell who is Good and who is Bad, and that's exactly the goal the Experiment Authors set out to achieve..
I'd updated my blog yesterday and had gone across to gmail only to find that I'd acquired a new Follower on Twitter. My first thought on finding that gmail advice? Thankgod someone down there is finally listening... Turns out when I'd checked, that Michael frost@investigator247 is with the Fraud Unit, and is a regular poster on the Cato Manor Facebook page.. *waves..
Though his thumbnail pic suggests he'd be more comfortable sipping a whisky in the company of the Telkom Strategist Jannie van Zyl, than trying to make head or tale of my incomprehensible blog, here's hoping he sticks to it. I'd tweeted the fellow and had simply said: Friend or Foe, Agent Frost? Friend or Foe?, though there'd been no response from him when I'd logged on, later in the afternoon.
A bit of advice here, Martin? After eight long years of having every facet of my boring life scrutinised to the nth degree, I can safely say that anyone offering me so much as a kind word or gesture is likely to have their own personal power supplies accessed, by either the Goonda Thug next door, or one of his cohorts...
May I assume that you're aware of the laser/wireless surveillance technology, and how control of the powerlines has been deliberately handed to both criminals and purported Good guys? *ahh, it's now 7.31am as I sit here updating my blog online, and the BackFire frequency has just kicked in bigtime...*
That if you regarded Auerbach and Eva as your friends and you seek justice for them, you do more than just follow me on Twitter?
How's about you test my knowledge of what exactly can be achieved over the powerlines using the wireless frequencies as a weapon? How's about you compile a list of questions which I'll attempt to answer? Best to avoid the technical details, for I'm as clueless today as I was back in 2005, when our Right to Privacy and Good health were first removed... But on the physical side, I guess I'm more than qualified to warn your colleagues of what to look out for, am I not, Mistuh Balliram?
Peace..
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Saturday 2nd February 2013 at 7.45am.
