Friday, April 12, 2013

Patsy....
(begun Wednesday 10th April at 6.15am..)

* Finally coming in to update now on Friday 12th April, I find some rather more in-your-face evidence of the Cracker's dubious skills, by way of the latest article from the Microwave Factor appearing in what? Japanese?*

Any of the Suckers living over there in Manor Gardens or Glenwood, feel that physically?  Those of the community who reside pretty much in the shadow of Sr.Petruccione's finest achievement to date?  Those whose immune systems became seriously compromised shortly after Allen Spence arrived to 'adjust' the streetlights to play their part in the removal of ones right to privacy and good health?

It's like this:  The sky was a dull grey just before 6am when I'd headed upstairs lugging the bags of trash.. I'd slowed half-way to admire the Memorial Tower Block glowing far down on the southern horizon, and whoa! WTF?  There were only two lights activated on the entire north and west-facing banks visible to me,  and even without my specs on, they appeared to be green.  How long has that been going on, FFS?  I put the bags out on the road and headed back down the stairs just five minutes later, to find that someone had tapped a key and flipped them back to normal, and the green had disappeared...
Does that astonishing demonstration of power alone, not physically jolt many of the already weakened residents in it's path?

Anyone in those south-facing top-story wards at Entabeni, had to be rushed to ICU at 6am precisely, as their heart suddenly went nutz?  How many nearby residents were actually nailed at 6am this morning, as some wag who'd pulled an all-nighter in the Physics Department at UKZN switched back the MTB lights to appear normal?  A test, to see how many people noticed, and whether they'd remark? What?  *nauseated...
You're still quite happy to buy the continued shrieks of denial?  Denial coming from much the same people who threw themselves about in theatrical disbelief at my claims of lasers, holograms, and spheres?

LATER at 9.40am

I'd kicked the old PC awake at 8.29am, but it would appear that the ICASA employees had thieved a vital bit of Ian Halliday's technology, and I was given an Error 691 instead of our usual fraudulent connection .. Tsk, tsk...
It's thundering out and the rain's coming down, and I no longer bother wondering whether it's Mother Nature or HAARP putting on the show... A sudden flurry of the Knives to the back frequency, and I have company peering over my shoulder again...  See anything you don't care for, Pigman?  Anything in my scribbles made after 3.20am that could have caused you to deny me access to the interwebz until you'd had a word with your co-conspirators?  None of the above, and you're just desperately trying to remind me that you're in charge? *snorts...   As if I could ever forget...  Relax.  Chill.  There's little if any variation to the song I've been singing for eight years, so why worry?

Thursday 11th April at 4.26am

I'd gone out into the cool night air ten minutes ago, and climbed the stairs to the top.. Anything out of the ordinary?  Apart from the fact that neither St. Theresa's mini base station nor Howard College appear to be aware that Eskom is pleading a poverty of power, the only change I noticed immediately was the bright green lamp running from No. 20.
Kind Mr. Essay had become a statistic early on in this horrorshow, which the Shaikboyz had managed to convince their own community was the best thing since sliced bread... Although he didn't smoke, he'd succumbed to lung cancer of all things, and just maybe his immune system couldn't tolerate what Balliram was pumping out of THESE enormous lights in that little park next door to their property...

Were those spotlights abandoned only after his death, or have they been brought back into use since then?  At around the time Mr. Essay was diagnosed, was anyone at the Paramedic's home feeling the effects of the fall-out as well?  Was it around the same time that my ex-Treasurer at No. 33 and one of her daughters began enduring unusual thumping migraine-like headaches?  Whatever.   It looks as though the Widow's family have been persuaded to continue doing their bit for the Cause, and the installation of that brilliant green mercury vapour lamp comes as no surprise...
The north and west-facing banks of lights that are visible to me over at the Uni appear to all be running the standard pale yellow lights, and I saw not so much as a hint of green among them this morning...  I'll try and remember to take my binocs up with me next time, to be sure...

If our Area Controller is indeed able to remotely adjust the emissions from the lights that surround us, to affect us so badly, how are the occupants of the Uni residences holding up?  Anyone keen to go through the archived footage stolen from those student's quarters, and give us some feedback? No?  There's probably a fairly high turnover rate, and once a student has left , it's highly unlikely they're followed up to check on their health... *vomits...

Do any of you bother to actually read the articles from the Microwave Factor that are back to appearing on my blog, or has van Zyl zombified you to such an extent that you ignore them?  Foolishness...
It certainly looks as if the gremlins over in Abrey Road have allowed my Honourable VC to offend them again, and as a result he reports the return of the Throat Choker frequency, and some 20ks worth of damage to his vehicle... The same tired but effective means used previously in the payback operations emanating from Dodge City, only this time maybe I can interest a few more people in the scurrilous means being used to teach my VC a lesson he refuses to learn....
That debilitating dry hacking cough that his doctors appear unable to cure without resorting to cortisone, has proven in his case to be a very effective weapon in the arsenal of wireless frequencies being employed against the more vociferously honest citizens here in the Zone, and you have to wonder how far Balliram will be encouraged to go on this occasion...

The 20ks worth of tampering to his Audi?  Too tempting to resist.. I find it impossible to believe that dogs are being dumbed down by the use of Spray & Cook, and would question who's putting that whopper about.. A large dog would surely need copious doses of the stuff, and one could ask how the Sprayer avoids getting bitten during that operation.. Snopes?  Has anyone bothered to check their muzzles for the greasy residue that would surely remain behind?

LATER at 5.20am

Why fight what you can't change?  Go with the flow, and think only positive thoughts, and surround yourself with light and love?  I'm certainly surrounded by light, but by no stretch of the imagination is there much love to be found, and if my aura were to appear a dull and murky brown, you should remind yourselves that yours would too, were it being repeatedly microwaved on high....
The idea of reprogramming myself is enticing, and could easily be achieved were our Area Controller to be removed and incarcerated at Kokstad's max. Correctional facility, and replaced by another less criminal and sadistic Operative...  It ain't gonna happen, is it Janneman?  Your Monkey will continue to be encouraged to employ his often childish mischiefs upon us, to distract from the greater crimes he commits...

Your crass Yellow Army soldiers will continue to find amusement in the more mundane of my trials.. The landline rendered inoperative through engineered static, despite two calls to Telkom's Faults centre..*winks. The fact that I was woken at 1.30am with a hefty dose of the Throat Choker frequency and the Klingon call-sign, will be considered a laugh-a-minute.... At 2.30am both hands were subjected to a repeat of that weirdness, and then again just before 4am, when I finally left my bed... Pathetically unpleasant and moronic behaviour that's become par for the course...  The levels of the BackFire frequency flooding our lounge last night had ensured that I spent a miserable few hours in front of the telly...
The Christmas Beetles in my ears were off the wall, and whoever was visiting our home illegally between 6 and 8pm last night definitely earned themselves a medal for their achievements.. Was it you?  Live for today folks, for Missus Karma could arrive tomorrow to change the current status quo... *shrugs...

Any of you non-Recruits picked up on the carefully concealed NATS at your front gates?  Those noise- assisted transporters designed to sound like grasshoppers, crickets, or even whistling frogs?  Do you not notice that after dark when you pull up at your gates, very often an insect begins it's shrill calling?  Try walking outside after dark to your gates and see if it doesn't activate again...
That sound is nothing more than an early warning alarm system being operated by a nearby Area Controller, whose screen will certainly flash in response to that remote signal...
Will he/she then activate the usual monitoring devices hidden in the streetlight cowlings HERE to check whether it's the homeowner that activated that invisible beam, or whether it's a bunch of home invaders tasked to access your property?
You bet they will.. Come now, that's an easy one to check.. Start listening carefully at your gates after dark for a persistent insect's squeak, and once you've identified it, everything else I say about organised crime here in the Zone will hopefully start to make sense...
Peace..

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Friday 12th April 2013 at 9.53am..