Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Down the drain...
(begun Tuesday 19th March at 4.05am..)


It shouldn't be too difficult to pinpoint the arrival of this latest weapon hauled out from his arsenal of wireless frequencies... I see that already, right back on Monday 14th January at 7.07pm, I've logged being jabbed in the side, and I'll have to fish out the earlier logs I kept, to see whether I've noted it even before then...
The reason for it's introduction and employment, after years of experiencing only the Sadist's favourites?  Ag, you'd probably find the Gamers were getting bored with the BackFire, Broken Hands, and the Burning Feet frequencies, and Balliram felt it was time to liven things up a bit... *gags...
Contrary to the visible weight-loss that more than a few of these Thugs are displaying, I'm packing it on, and aiming for anywhere between the bottom of my ribcage and the ovary area, they can't hardly miss nailing me somewhere in that region...

It was well after 9pm last night when I'd finally gotten home from the CPF Meeting and had plonked my bulk down on the footstool in front of the telly, at which point someone had hit me hard in the lower back, just for kicks... After that I was prodded relentlessly in the side as I moved about the house, though I'd not experienced one twinge of discomfort in that area while I'd been out... Are these latest attacks designed to achieve more than just amusing target practise for the troops? I'm darned if I have any idea ... What I do know, is that the Sadist had grown tired of his latest weapon by midday yesterday, and as a result by 2.55pm the BackFire frequency was through the roof....

*The now familiar pink Error Saving bar has just popped up at 12.30pm as I update online, and with it arrived the BackFire*  The sadistic Pig has never needed an excuse for his disgusting behaviour, but I nonetheless distract myself from my misery by hoping it was something in my latest update that had offended him.. That at least, would make my pain worth enduring....  While the Abdomen frequency had been abandoned for the duration of my outing last night, the bugger hadn't been idle.. Straight after the Meeting had closed I'd taken myself outside to perch on the big concrete block next to the Overhead.. Less than five minutes later I'd taken a full-on Knife to the Back as he'd homed in on me... Singling me out like that when the bulk of the members were still in that heavily monitored room, chattering away about all manner of juicy topics, shows Balliram's single-minded obsession in a way that nothing else could...

The earnest attempts I'd made later on, after everyone else had left, to convince my VC that we're the main characters in this Truman Show-like project, would've had the Eavesdroppers on the Hill wondering at their own pointless anxiety... I am as unconvincing now, as I ever was, and nothing's about to change...
The Recruits who participate in the use of the laser program, know by now that their presence can be captured on film in the form of a sphere, but that's hardly evidence that would stand up in Court...
Still, it's reassuring to know that I wasn't after all losing my marbles, and to those in the know, they're proof enough of these monstrous activities....

Had Jannie van Zyl been rummaging about in the Private Message boxes over at mybroadband, and found something he didn't like?  Had he disovered an as yet unconverted member expressing an interest in the veracity of my claims?  Is that why he'd had Fingolfin go back in to start another thread on surveillance, in order to further muddy the waters?
There'd been a stony silence when I'd signed into the Forum yesterday afternoon, and the latest effort had died a swift death, without Sgnt. Fingolfin bothering to acknowledge my PM.  
Did it work, Janneman?  Did BeVonk's diatribe serve to reassure any possible Doubters, as you'd intended?  Did the Wabbit's barbed yips from the sidelines convince anyone else that it's not a good idea to attempt to discuss the possibility that there's way more than simply the monitoring of your computers and your movements on the roads going on, and that it's best to keep your thoughts to yourselves?

A handy tool you have there Jannie, and I'd bet that Fingolfin is due to be resurrected each time rumbles of dissent reach your ever-listening ears, to quell any possible uprising in the Ranks...  Either way, it makes no difference to me at all.. I've given you the means to check whether the laser/wireless project has been installed in your area, whether you've been recruited or not.. What your dogs don't tell you, can be captured using a simple point and shoot digital camera with a flash, preferably employed during a downpour, when the orbs are forced nearer the ground..
Once you've caught those images you can rest assured that Roux's 'perfectly safe' communications system is up and running in your street.. If your dogs are allowed indoors and take to flapping their ears inside your castle, know that the Laser 'Gamers' have arrived, headed by a designated Area Controller, and that the shit is about to hit the fan, depending on your reactions..

LATER at 6.30am

How many of you young Recruits are still struggling to swop between the different Masks this Experiment forces you to wear?  The mask you don when you chat to your elderly parents, or your doting young wife?  The mask you put on when you join your Controller on the airwaves, or the one you wear when in the company of fellow Recruits?  Rest assured that with time it'll become easier, and the lies will roll off your lips as glibly as they do from the Courageous Couple...
The fact that Balliram finished off his own dog overnight, using some pretty hectic frequencies, is of course unprovable, and yet without a doubt that is precisely what he did....
Truth be told, if you have an animal that you've not bothered to have spayed and she's fallen preggers to your extreme annoyance, you could always use those puppies for your laser target practise, could you not, Narcissus?

Of course the pain and terror this causes them, will ultimately turn them feral, and they'll become even more of a problem, as they learn to hide in the tiniest nooks and crannies about your property, making it difficult for them to be finished off as Nobby was... Still, they had to come out eventually, in desperate search of food and water, and if you were lucky you could always nail them a couple more times before they managed to escape and hide again...?
It's simply a game to you, is it not Gymnut?  It hardly matters whether you're nuking man or beast?  Sadly, I'm not fooled for a second by your deliberately vacuous tweets, and would be way more interested to see all your DM efforts... Will you be asking the Sydenham SAPS Communications Officer for tips on your forthcoming attempts to bulk up the body beautiful?
Were your kind papa to truly see the shape-shifter you've become, I've no doubt it would break their hearts, but it's a scenario that's being re-enacted countrywide and alas, those with little will of their own will be all the easier to turn...*shrugs...

You might want to check out yesterday's Daily News front page headline 'Millions down the drain', where it's said that the loss of water each day here in eThekwini is the equivalent of nearly 6000 medium sized swimming pools... The Chairwoman of the combined Ratepayer's Association holds forth that the City's Head of Water and Sanitation is the only person who knows what he's doing... She got that right, did she not, Neil? *studies Sutcliffe's erstwhile co-conspirator....   Since blogging years back of watching that Fire Department Team uncap our hydrant and stand by watching as millions of litres of water gushed down the Crescent, I've been telling you of the need for the deliberate runoffs, to accomodate the fibre run through the waterlines..

It's clearly been decided by the Project Planners that the time is ripe to lay this latest horrific revelation at the door of the local Ruling Party, and the sheer ineptitude of the Water Department's employees is being claimed as the reason for those figures... An ineptitude that has been nurtured and encouraged since day one, when the surveillance project took off.. Mr. Macleod has sat back and watched as the suburbs and the City deliberately ran off billions of litres of water, first blaming the ageing infrustructure, and now the Water Department employees themselves...
As much as his equally crooked associate, Michael Sutcliffe, fostered and coddled the corruption within the Muni ranks, is Macleod now solely responsible for the water debacle, and I've little doubt there's a larnie Consultancy position waiting for him on the horizon...

Do the Haines Trust board plan on using No. 11 to create further mischief on this stretch?  Their tired whines that the bank is broke cut no ice with me, as they continue to try and bleed money from those that simply don't have it to spare...
Do you have to wait for permission from the all-powerful Druglord Barnabas before those walls are repaired? *curious... Why the dodgy dragging of heels?  Fix the damned walls, or everything I ever wrote about the now deceased Illuminati, Brian Osborne, and his involvement with this inhumane experiment, will be pretty much confirmed... Or not.. *shrugs..
Peace..

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Tuesday 19th March 2013 at 1.08pm.