Second thoughts...
(begun Thursday 25th April at 3.50am..)
No squeaking or buzzing enhancer beasties? Not a one... That same deliciously thick silence as yesterday, and yet, within a minute of sitting down here at the desk I was whacked heartily in the right side nearest the Chickencoop... He's been given bigger fish to fry, and replaced as my Controller? Says, who and whose auntie? And there I thought I was the queen of all the gullible faeries....
The GameWrecker had remarked that he'd seen the Creep loading his clubs into the Beemer early yesterday morning, and boy, would I like to be a fly on the walls of the Papwa Sewgolum Clubhouse these days...
Anyone been there lately? Did you manage to verify that the Lotto was indeed forking out for renovations to that Course, or did those incriminating signs disappear shortly after that letter appeared in the Press?
They'd surely have raised red flags with more than just this old Idiot, as NGO's are constantly facing closure due to lack of funds.. Why that golf course? Silly question since it hit the headlines as a favourite haunt of the Arms Dealer, and you can bet even money there's plenty more big Players frequent those greens...
Special Operative Balliram's sudden increased interest in the sport is hardly likely to include the actual game itself, and I'd have to guess there are a whole bunch of larnie wirelessed lights gone up all over the show down there... You want to check if I'm right?
How's the greens-keeper these days? Has he been employed there for years, or was he retired suddenly and replaced with a younger more tech-savvy version? Stand 20 feet from one of those lights on a windless day and mutter something to your companions, and chances are that the 'greens-keeper' will be sitting back in the Clubhouse and able to hear and record every word you utter, as if he were standing right next to you.. Fact.
Balliram is hanging out down there in his capacity as Consultant, and he'll be ensconced in some little back room while the droogs trudge about the course from hole to hole testing the efficacy of the new monitoring devices...
See, even if you're sharp enough to know to leave your cellphones in the trunk of your car, how can you be 100% certain the guy you're meeting there will do the same thing? What are you gonna do? Pat him down before you hit the greens? Frisk the bugger just in case? That could stymie your pitch right there...
It goes without saying that a round of golf is no longer a good idea if you want to discuss private business matters with an associate, as the Look & Listen technology is quite capable of invading your privacy even out in the open..
My head is everywhere this morning, and I figure it's okay, and due to my recent 'upgrade'.. There were no gung-ho laser beams visible as they flashed across my bed when I sat up earlier, but when I'd ventured into the bathroom to brush my teeth I'd been whacked full-on in both sides, so I'm far from alone right now..
A dark Navy Golf HERE had pulled up outside No. 11's gates early yesterday morning, and it's lone occupant had proceeded to unload a couple of spades from the boot and pass them to his colleague who'd come out of the otherwise abandoned cottage.. Neither of them wore Security guard uniforms, though I'm guessing that could be their official role...
I could hear them digging and banging away out of sight round the back right up until the afternoon, when I'd finally rung No. 17 and asked her to take a dekko to see what it was they were doing...I'd not heard another sound after I'd made that call...*winks... The GW got it from No. 5 that No. 11 has been assessed and that the house itself was found to be broken in two....
Has the Telkom Agent figured out that I gettit? That when it comes to the bigger picture I am in fact, keeping up? That I gottit way back when I wrote A Telkom Tecchie and followed up with The Ballad of Cacklin Tard? (google them - you never know).
Was van Zyl already hooting with derision from the start? Did he insist that I was a nutter with a vivid imagination? Today? When pretty much everything I've said has come to pass, including his role in this inhumane Experiment, how did he cover his original lies?
A self-confessed Strategist for the telecom's giants, I've no doubt he's managed to cover his tracks quite tidily... Does he rely on Agent Balliram to alert him to any possible problems, as the scurvy Creep leers at my scribbled words over my shoulder? That Jannie too, may have his ducks in a row well before I update online? Sure he does...
LATER at 6am
Which frequency will el Maestro choose to employ on our outing later this morning? Last Thursday it had been the unforgettable amounts of the Backfire special, but so far this morning he's favoured the Abdominal frequency... Like I said, more than just a taste of it earlier in the bathroom, and when I'd stepped out into the courtyard to hang the washing fifteen minutes ago, that charmer had gripped both my sides mightily, and not let up until I'd gone back indoors... Brilliant. Flooding the great outdoors with this delightful weaponry means that you all get to share it, whether you're aware of it or not....
You tend to forget that I'm a shuffling, yapping, early-warning alarm system, do you not?
That what's causing me such pain and discomfort isn't exactly building up your own immune systems, but is chipping away at them daily.... You've shrugged me off all along, and you're welcome to continue your foolishness, and trust the endless lies that fall from Balliram and van Zyl's lips.. Will your name ultimately go on to the telecom's giant's Wall of Rememberance, as a martyr to this glorious Cause? As long as you bear in mind that the Mast Fighter's readings taken here in Durban were the highest in the country, and that she has no reason whatsoever to prevaricate, I guess the choice to believe what you want, is yours...
You do realise that the presence of just one snowy sphere on the walls inside your home means that the Watchers know exactly where you stash your day's takings? That if you'd sooner trust a hidy-hole in your home than our corrupt banking system, it won't be long before a Look & Listen Agent is sliding in to your powerlines to discover just where you keep your hidden stash? A safe perhaps? Your Monitor is easily able to zoom in on you as you click those tumblers, and with a bit of luck they'll have that combination sooner rather than later, and quite possibly set you up for a burglary... If that happens, I'll lay odds you'd blame the maid, despite that she probably had nothing to do with it at all...
To those of you who don't care for Banks, may I suggest you overcome your dislike sufficiently to put at least some of your takings into the bank, and as to hiding the rest successfully, you're on your own...
Once you can fully grasp the zoom feature available to these invisible Information Thieves, you'll have to figure out a way around them, and I can't help you there..
LATER at 7.05am
Is Missus Balliram aware that some of her piggish husband's more disgusting habits are impossible for him to break? Their chirrup remote, that used to sound like clockwork anywhere between five to, and five past 6am, has now taken to sounding at the oddest of times... I heard it just as I was about to step into the bath at 6.45am, and I've long suggested he employs it to tighten up his access to ours... I'm also of the opinion that his whoop! whoop! remote has been abandoned for the moment, and that the games he played with that device quite possibly backfired badly....
Friday 26th April at 3.20am
I'd been reading the newspapers here at the desk by 2.15pm yesterday, when the Operative's house alarm suddenly went off... The red herring, oops, I mean the Landy squatted conveniently at the bottom of their drive, but the racket was still going when I finally sent his missus a text...
It went off again a while later, and I sent her a second sms, and she'd replied she was on her way home..*coughs... At 2.49pm a remote chirruped, and a text arrived to say that she was home and ok.. WhereTF was their armed response? Had I missed their arrival, and what was she to have done if there'd been intruders on their property? What a shame if she'd had to come all the way home simply because some Plonker had been enthusiastically trying to bounce into ours via the Chickencoop and had triggered the alarm in the process...
It would seem that the increasingly frequent employment of the Abdominal frequency this past month is taking it's toll..
No. 17's daughter had joined me on my initial outing yesterday, and she'd said she and her old lady were having endless problems with the gripes, the runs, and nausea... Naturally I was interested straight off, despite that my symptoms have been somewhat different, it's all been happening between the sternum and the top of my legs.. She, if you recall, is a diabetic, hence the results of that frequency on her will be exacerbated...
Later on in the morning the GameWrecker had mentioned bumping into our kid's godparents at Westood, where D had proceeded to tell him how ill he'd been a few weeks back, and that he still wasn't right.. They live in that dense complex over there in West Riding next to the Engen garage.. Pretty much at the exact point where, when driving back into Sherwood from Westville, I'm inevitably struck full-on by the frequency of the day...
Hey, you've got better things to do than listen to a list of old fogey's ailments? Again, it's your choice entirely.. *shrugs...
So, after about three days of the trots, nausea, and severe discomfort, D takes himself to the doc who gives him a shot of Buscopan? and sends him on his way.. A couple of days later and still no relief, so D arranged to see a specialist who checked him out and pinpointed the gall bladder area as being the cause of his distress... Fairly interesting, as he'd had his gall bladder removed years ago... The medic had said it was the scar tissue that appeared so inflamed, so they admitted him and put him on a drip, at which point D said it got seriously weird, as all his discomfort immediately vanished, and he became ravenously hungry, after a week of not eating..
He'd gone back home to West Riding the next day, though he'd told the GW he's still not right.. He wouldn't be, would he, Balliram? Not with you pumping out that particular delight several times a day, right?
The diagnosis? The specialist admitted he didn't have a clue, and said that it was most likely a new type of bug.. Now where have we heard that before? My VC? Sue the Book? No. 17? Why aren't we all displaying the identical symptoms? I figure it's because our immune systems are all at different stages of breakdown is all, and that some of us are much worse off than others... This wireless weaponry goes straight for the soft tissue, and if it's already weakened by scars as in D's case, the reaction is that much more pronounced...
Anyone you know of that lives in the area and has been laid low this past month by a mysteriously un-identifiable gastro bug? If you've got any clout with the Thugs operating the Surveillance technology you could suggest they dump this latest frequency for something less foul? Bad news, folks... Here in the Zone we're all guinea-pigs, whether you've been officially recruited or not, and when I step outdoors to hit a wall of what He fancies for the day, rest assured your system is taking strain as well..
Will it all be worth it in the long run? Your guess, my china, your guess....
It's now 4.10am, and the biggun right outside these windows is flashing erratically against our walls... A deliberate spike, administered twice yesterday afternoon to achieve the desired effect, or an error made by an asshole who'd attempted to bunny-hop into ours at the time?
Was I dreaming when I woke in the wee hours feeling sicker than a dog, but hadn't the energy to make a note of the time? Did I only imagine hearing Sophie groan next to me? I'd been properly awake at 3am, and had listened to the pulsing roar of a jet's engine as it went by, high overhead... I'd asked recently if any ear specialists among you thought that weird effect was due to old age and natural causes, had I not? Funny, as a few days later I'd made a note in my logs as I'd sat here listening to the steady unbroken noise of a plane going over... An on-again, off-again problem then, or one that depends entirely on what's being pumped into our home at the time? *snarls..
Peace...
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Friday 26th April 2013 at 10.23am.
