Flying under the radar...
(begun Wednesday 3rd April at 8.15am..)
Gusts of drizzling rain were blowing in the grey dawn light when I'd gone up just before 6am to put the rubbish out for collection... Was I startled to find a dazzling porta-light perched on what was the Graduate's bedroom windowsill at No. 11? Communicating to the now hopefully empty, but lit-up-like-a-Christmas tree Nunnery across the valley, perhaps?
Despite Eskom's ongoing exhortations to switch off whatever we're not using, that structure over at St. Theresa's experiment station appears to be running more lights each time I look at it... It would also appear that some of the Security guards hired to keep an eye on No. 11 (until such time as those dodgy Haines Trustees pull their fingers out and repair the damaged walls), have been recruited to assist our Controller. The sudden selective blindness that kicked in when that youngster had jumped our gate last week and smashed the Polo window, has me hoping the guard will at least be well-rewarded for his efforts...
They'll probably be earning less than minimum wage for their duties, so it would be a doddle to persuade them to make a little more on the side by simply looking the other way...
The Environmentalist says that by placing sisalation in the ceiling and subsequently, on the inside walls of some of the rooms in her house, she's managed to successfully create areas free of the detrimental effects she'd been experiencing from the nearby masts... The most that I'd tried with the roll she'd left me, was to stand it on it's end and circle it around the back and both sides of my tv chair in the lounge, which at the time would no doubt have had the Sadist sniggering as he laid into me with his customary zeal... What am I to do? Build a complete box, leaving just a gun-slit to peer out of? And how long before the laser 'Gamers' were practising their Needles to the Eyes moves, and frying my retina while they were at it?
Will that courageous young woman eventually come to discover that sisalation is no match for the precision assaults made by her neighbours, using Roux's so-called 'perfectly safe' laser communications system? That while it appears to stand up against the mast emissions, once the Clans begin gathering in her suburb and her Area Controller ushers them in to her home, that protection may well prove futile?
LATER at 2.25pm
Our Special Operative has once again seen to it that iBurst's Ian Halliday is given further space on these pages, for his corrupt association with Jannie van Zyl and Telkom..
I'd attempted to connect at 2.09pm, and was instead given a 718 Error message which, roughly translated, says that your Controller is unable to monitor your online activities at present, therefore your connection request is denied..
You're going to pull the Seacom cable stunt again? You're going to try the 'rain has damaged a cable'? Give me a break, FFS... Balliram has chosen to deny us the iBurst connection that my husband pays tradepage to provide.. Finish and klaar. Want to show us your hands Mistuh Halliday? My word, but they're grubby, and I'll bet they're getting dirtier by the day....
How many of your other customers are being similarly treated to a fraudulent connection? Stupid question, as that would be pretty much all of them, right? You had no choice but to comply with Telkom and the Intelligence Department's orders? Really? An honest man would've fallen on his sword before ripping off his clients in this fashion, and yet you chose to play along... May I say that the Ruling Party's corrupt practises are tame compared to the fraud you so eagerly support? Directing and handing the absolute control of our bought and paid for iBurst connection into the hands of a pseudo-NIA employee without doing your homework was a mistake... Why would you take that little man's word on anything at all? Bribery? Coercion? A bit of both?
As Jannie van Zyl's idea of a perfect proxy appears to be someone with criminal tendencies and a flair for employing cracker behaviour, we're not exactly having a fine time of it down here... Don't let me interrupt you, as you blithely tally up your personal takings with one hand, while selling your customers downriver with the other... *vomits... What you say on the Internet stays there forever? One can only hope it does... That your children and your children's children may read of their relatives exploits and .. oh wait! Your offspring are already well on their way to being desensitised and accepting that corruption is now a necessary way of life, no matter how carefully it's disguised..
Has our Service Provider next door simply skulked up to No. 6 Garbutt Road for a bit of down time with his boet-in-law, or is he in a huddle with his co-conspirators even as I scribble here? Is the old bitch actually turning into more of a handful than you'd anticipated? Is that little drill that was busily working away at my temple in the early hours, set to return and do more than just exploratory work? *fascinated...
Thursday 4th April at 3.40am
I'd checked at 4.48pm, and our Service Provider's Beemer has arrived back on their driveway, and sure enough, on boot-up, this time the remote computer responded.... The iBurst connectivity problems I'd subsequently found discussed on mybb had pretty much all been down in Capetown except for one comment from the Randburg area, so no Mr. Halliday, I'm not buying the squabbles with ICASA bs, and I'll stick with the fraudulent service you've arranged for us...
The bitter and twisted Specimen next door has been going hard at it since after 2am when I'd taken a loo call... I'd been back on Cloud 9, lying there enjoying the moon and the clouds, when he'd barrelled right on in and begun jabbing away at my ovaries.. When he got no response he'd switched over to the Knives to the Back frequency, and I'd stuck it out until after 3am when it was time to rise and shine... To say the fellow indulges in unmanly pursuits is an understatement indeed... *eyeroll..
I've just had that tight and cold skullcap dropped over my head as I sit here scribbling at the desk, and I don't have the desire to climb up on my high horse, so I'll go and straighten up the lounge instead...
LATER at 4.10am
Medically boarded? I'm not too sure what it means but it popped into my head and I'll give it a shot.. You're forced to quit your job due to illness, but the company continues to pay you on a reduced scale? So if I were to ask how many administration and other staff have been medically boarded at UKZN since 2005, would it make sense? Truth be told, Petruccione could've found all the test subjects he could ever wish for, within spitting distance of his powerful wireless base station on the hill...
Remember how Paul Doyon of the Microwave Factor had described that once the Chilean University had upgraded their wi-fi system, both he and other staff memebers and students had begun taking some serious strain to their health?
It goes without saying that a whole bunch of people trapped in those offices right next to the UKZN Memorial Tower block would've suffered similar fall-out once Francesco had thrown the switch to activate his wireless station... When did that huge spotlight that now sits at the base of the north-facing tower go up? Some time last year? Did it's activation signal (!) the arrival of a whole new set of health problems among the staff and students? If you work over at the University, did you not notice that several of your colleagues were falling prey to all manner of ailments? What about the Uni's Medical school down in Umbilo? The enormous amount of renovations being done down there will have been more to facilitate the surveillance technology than for any other reason... How are the staff holding up over there? Has the collaboration between Roux and Petruccione managed to create more sick buildings, whose occupants are going down like nine-pins under the onslaught of the increased technology?
I can't fault the Experiment Planners.. They've created the perfect Them and Us conditions across the country through the cunning use of organised crime, and they'll continue to use that method until we're all brought to heel, every last one of us.. You think you're on the winning side? Not a chance... If you live to survive both the carefully fostered criminal savagery, and the cloud of technology that grows denser by the day, you'll find yourselves OWNED anyways... A miserable and gloomy scenario? I guess it doesn't have to be so, as long as you can avoid looking at the bigger picture, and can go out there and live for the day? Make the most of what you have and cluck very quietly at the increasingly horrific headlines, but make SURE it's quiet, and nobody notices, and you'll be okay...
You've probably come to realise that those Eejits who persist in sticking their necks out and fighting for other's rights can now easily be silenced, through the foullest of means.. Have a happy day and
peace...
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Friday 5th April 2013 at 9.27am...
