Pigs flying by....
(begun Friday 17th May at 5.30am..)
*If you manage to wade through this morning's update, may I ask that you scroll way down past the huge blank gap, to the other post I made earlier? *
If I'd sat and watched closely after seeing those laser flashes against the clouds earlier, would I have seen a Carer activate the huge lamp on the upstairs booster cage over at the orphanage? I'd swear those dorms were in darkness when I sat down here just after 3am, but that beauty is now glaring out across the valley into Sherwood.
Were you miffed when I posted your name on my Facebook wall as a recipient of my Distress texts? Did you feel I'd violated your privacy somehow? *chokes... If this were so, may I dare to point out the blatant hypocrisy in your attitude? Ms. Burger hopefully took it in her stride, and her snort of derision at the mere idea she reads my updates said it all... Was the closure of her Umbilo Action Group a strategic one, or was it genuinely due to a lack of support? Does she console herself that she can still achieve good works over the airwaves, despite the fact that her efforts are constantly undermined by the lagging justice system? What a pathetic bunch of sheep we are, and it's no wonder the Experiment Planners saw us as ripe for the plucking...
If all those Umbilo community members under seige could've gotten off their butts and joined her, she would've been a force to reckon with, but as it is, she's had to step back into the shadows and accept that she's restricted to her monitoring duties over the airwaves... How quickly the end had come once she'd started posting pictures of the Rotten Applies in her precinct? A step too far? You betcha...
Though the Accounts Manager for Mercedes in Pinetown should be used to seeing her name occasionally mentioned in my blog or on my Facebook wall by now, chances are that my Excellent Neighbour was more than a little irritated at finding her name out there in public...
What have I got against her? asked the seriously lagging GameWrecker... Far be it for me to attempt to explain to him that while No. 10 remain in my opinion the best neighbours we've ever had, my agenda such as it is, involves the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.. She's caught between a rock and a hard place, for to have earned my admiration she will in turn have come under fire from many of her peers, and for that I do apologise, but advise that she get over it.. If my attitude leads to her joining the ranks of the Haters, then so be it...
The bedroom windows facing us from No. 6 had been hastily covered the night after I'd blogged of taking two pictures of the wall light set on shorting mode, and the very next morning Balliram had frozen it to run at halfmast... A dull eerie glow that my camera wasn't able to catch when I took a third shot of that light HERE..
May I guess? That Balliram's valley facing lights (including THIS beauty on der Bunker wall) are more than sufficient to communicate with the astonishing array of signal enhancers on the nunnery and orphanage buildings, and that this now frozen side light is reserved to enhance the connection to ours. The handful of 'quality' EE's and RF engineers out there could no doubt explain the reason behind the shorting effect enabled on that light, but I very much doubt they'd give you a straight answer...
When I'd unexpectedly taken a stroll up top on Tuesday evening, it had been to find that the smart finish on the toddler's dorm windows wasn't it's usual twinkling, shifting self, and for some reason they were static, showing just one or two small but VERY powerful golden lights shining out across the valley.. Oops?
Had the windows been shut tight against a cold snap, and in doing so ruined that clever reflective finish? Those toddlers are certainly being immunised against the technology the hard way, and I've no doubt that if any of them were to show symptoms of radiation illness, they'd simply be moved to another Home and forgotten about...
It's now 6.35am, and the Backfire frequency is beginning to get unpleasant, despite that my feathered sentinels remain silent.. More than enough for me to know that it's Balliram sharing my space right now, with his direct link to ours... And within minutes of scribbling that last sentence, my Master has tapped a key and switched the Backfire frequency for the serious ache to the top of my legs... Who's quality now, Minister Cwele? Am I to believe that this criminal Expert in the Field will be replaced by a diploma-bearing University graduate in the near future? Hmm.. There's a row of pigs just gone flapping past my window, I wonder why? While I'm all for learning Zulu, students may be better served by an enforced course in ethics?
LATER at 6.55am
In the interim, the GameWrecker has just staggered from his bed, and Balliram has again adjusted his monitoring options, this time to include the unpleasant sensation that my womb is about to hit the floor.. What a clever lad he is to be sure, and I'll see Cweles 'quality' Controllers and raise him with my unqualified psychopathic Neighbour at No. 6...
No amount of framed degrees could override the fact that the more easily manipulated and dysfunctional you are, the higher you're set to rise through the ranks of this New Age Army... Though this latest weapon I've taken to calling the Abdomen frequency can be employed anywhere between my sternum and the tops of my legs, I do believe I detect some real intent with this one, and that ultimately it's employment is designed to cause me some serious physical damage... *waits with interest...
Saturday 18th May at 4.35am
What was the real reason behind Col. Mngomezulu's transfer all the way up to Richards Bay? Was it ultimately for his own safety, once he'd taken such a determined stand against Glen Nayager's corruption? You'll remember that the ex-Sydenham Station Commander was terminated just days before a hearing, and how genuinely shocked Augustine had been at the news... Were the Curry Mob threatening to go after the good Colonel for payback, and that's why he was moved so far away?
I'd been that battered yesterday evening that at one point I'd picked up my brick and contemplated calling him, but I'd decided against it.. After all, what could he do to help us? If that had indeed been his Superior, Nathie Mthethwa, that I'd seen heading up the crescent towards Sydenham SAPS a few weeks back, it neatly closes off any thought of rescue coming from that quarter..
The shocking pain of these ongoing assaults is unavoidable? Is that what you say, Mistuh Spence? Having spent the latter part of 2005 destroying any natural protection *at which point, as I was transferring my scribbles to blogger, the computer switched off and restarted. Look Ma! No hands! * we may have had against the wireless weaponry, you'd have me believe the torture we endure is unavoidable?
I in turn will insist that our home can be satisfactorily monitored using levels that don't cause us such eye-watering pain and discomfort, and that you're well aware of this..
I'll contend that the only reason for my ongoing misery is the continued employment of Collin P. Balliram as Area Controller...
BTW, I had a text from my sister yesterday to say that she had miraculously 'found' a whole bunch of photos (including the ones I'd sent her the day before) that she'd not seen previously.. Though my kid tells me that FB is complicated, I disagree, and apart from the blatant mischief to my Likes section and the removal of many of my comments, I'm enjoying it tremendously...
Why and how my sister's view of her photos was blocked, I know not, but I'm grateful that bit of mischief had seemingly disappeared... It took me a while to realise that the photos in my Facebook albums were only viewable to my carefully chosen eighteen Friends, but I figure that not being Friended won't stop the likes of Jannie van Zyl from scrolling through them for a dekko...
Right now I'm restricted to getting my point across with just my Cover pictures.. A painfully slow process, but I'm game for it... There was a time not long ago, when I'd thought I was actually beginning to make some sense here on blogger, but on re-reading my scribbles I find that's not the case, and I'm babbling as wildly as ever...
LATER at 8.30am
Care to guess who's better behind the controls of the laser/wireless surveillance technology? Balliram, who's probably had at least twenty years practise at hacking and cracking into all manner of computers, or our 'quality' candidate, Rezah Isaacs, who comes with a degree in RF Engineering? So the Uni grad came from Sentech with his *ahem* specialised knowledge of the wireless weaponry, but my Master could've gobbled that information up in one session, and I kid you not...
So ja, I know which horse I'd back....
Who monitors the new Mosque and the Madressa up by the Sherwood Hall?
I've already told you of the dense blanket of spheres surrounding those buildings, and now they've been given their own big double door box on the pavement as well, it's got to affect at least some of those students, one way or another... Seizures, headaches, pins and needles? How many of them will be able to have their own children after a couple of years studying at that institution? When Balliram jumped the fence after Nayager's termination, did he take ownership of that Mosque and Madressa with him as part of the deal?
Did he give the so-called Good Team the means to set up their own Watchers within those walls? Who monitors their underground parking lot? Does the Mosque Admin consider any use of the Look and Listen technology within their walls is controlled by one of their own?
Surely not... By now they must know that Balliram will grant access to the highest bidder, and that he has the skills to slide by all and any precautions taken? The streetlight one up from the Madressa, was off on Thursday, and I'd like to think one of our Muslim community had protested at the wastage/give-away.. *winks... With the increased interest in terrorist training camps there's no doubt the levels of monitoring in that small area will be increased, and I suggest you watch your children closely for signs of radiation illness...
It would be a serious lapse to consider Special Operative Balliram is a friend to our Muslim Community simply because he's willing to share some of the more intimate stolen footage with the likes of Mr. Blobby and his ilk up in Mayflower Place...
Peace...
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Sunday 19th May 2013 at 9.39am.
