Tuesday, July 09, 2013

Reality check..

Reality check..
(begun Tuesday, 9th July at 3.10am..)


I've just closed the little side window that overlooks Balliram's so-useful aircon units, plus the nearest front window to der Bunker, to see whether it made any difference to the sound that fills this room.. It did, though it's difficult to describe how.. My inner ear began to almost vibrate for a bit before settling down, although my cancer is still outraged, and had woken the minute I sat down here at the desk.. Nasty..

I've written here in the past of how I believed that a great many older Telkom techs were lured back from early retirement with whopping salary hikes, and how some of the luckier ones would've even had cc's created for them... *waves to Richard...
I still regard that band of now silver-haired or balding fellows, as one big happy family, who mostly know each other by name down here in Durban... A pretty tight-knit group who've all had one thing in common over the last decade or so - Sutcliffe's Secret Surveillance system...
I've no doubt he was a cut above the rest from the start, and is probably a qualified EE, and out of deference to his standing I've always referred to him as the Microwave Boffin, since I learned he'd played a role in creating that tower on Overport...
When he'd pulled in to the Hall last night I'd made a point of calling out that I was pleased to see him, though it probably wasn't mutual...

I'd only caught him the once during the Meeting, as I'd glanced up from the Minutes to find his eyes literally bulging with rage as he'd glared at me... WTF could've made him so angry?   Had someone informed him that I'd pretty much called him a liar in yesterday's update, when I'd reported his downright denial to the existence of fibre running through the waterlines?  Ouch!   Unlike his charming colleague Craig, who for whatever reason, had been way more forthcoming and honest...
I have to smile at how careful I've been over the years to refer to so many of my main players by an initial or pseudonym.. Not out of any attempt at self-preservation, but simply to spare their feelings and make my tale a little more entertaining...

In light of the fact that every last inch of our personal lives is out there for so many of you to snigger at, I see no real need to maintain that small kindness that I've stuck to for so long? Agreed, Les?   Would your Handlers (yes, handlers, dear man), be pleased that you scuttle off at speed after our CPF Meetings, when your damage control skills could be put to good use at the informal gatherings held outside at closing time?
Of course, all that subterfuge is rather too late now, is it not?  The Eavesdroppers up there will hear for themselves that I now talk openly of the PRISM technology, to anyone that will listen..
Small things for sure, but if what I burble on about sinks into just one of their heads, I figure I've achieved something..

Take the call she'd tried to make on her cell just before we final stragglers left the parking lot last night.. She was trying to phone her old man to say she was on her way home, and for him to be at the gates to meet her.. Dammit, she'd said.  This darned phone is playing up.. No worries, chirped I.. They've got it remotely converted to act as a loudspeaker to relay our chatting back to the Lurkers on the hill... That inescapable fact was published in the Tribune or the Times just a fortnight ago, so you buggers up at Sydenham SAPS are going to have to tidy up your messy eavesdropping efforts, or you're going to have us all collectively carolling Who's Sorry Now into our phones after a meet...
Wouldn't that be something to see and hear?  If we chatters all took our phones out and included you in our conversations, despite that you're unable to reply?  Like the Wizard of Oz, I figure you'd all shrink to half your sizes and self-importance, right away...

On a more serious note, it's those casual gatherings and unguarded remarks that have often given the Eavesdroppers the means to cause mischief to individuals they overhear making some quiet aside, not so Laz?   No, don't be coy.  You guys often hear things said outside, or in that little Meeting room, that would never be said during the Meeting itself... It's been a great way to gauge personal opinions has it not? *vomits..
Maybe today's the day I go fish out that spying article and stick it onto my attendance register, that everyone may wake up and see what you've been up to, since Nayager first stood before our Forum gleefully encouraging us to gossip among ourselves...

Does our Shadow Minister of Police gettit?  Or is she laughingly reassured that there simply aren't enough Monitors around to do the job? Bullshit... She of all people should be aware that when she's out and about campaigning, any quiet passing asides she makes to a colleague are being enhanced and relayed back to a tracker, no matter how inconsequential she considers that remark to be... Sisalation, Di.  Get yourself some sisalation and make a neat envelope for your cellphone, shiny side out, and at least then you're in with a chance of some privacy.. You can always pick up your missed calls at your leisure...

Don't like the way things are going, Agent Balliram?  It doesn't matter how often I remind you that honey is more powerful than vinegar, administering pain is your personal preference, is it not?
He'd lined up his target on the soft tissue at the top of my thigh again yesterday, and had his poxy proxies reduce me to a crippled limp for much of the day..  There'd been not so much as a hint of that particular discomfort when I'd left for the CPF meeting around 7pm.. She'd dropped me off at my gates afterwards, and I'd turned to go down the stairs when I was nailed in the exact area, and forced back into a limp.. Charming...
Turns out that was just the warm-up session, and once I'd gone to bed, the real reprisals began...
Did I say Yellow Army? My dears, no matter how you carefully hide behind your self-righteousness, there's no escaping the fact that so many of your ranking officers are the most cowardly specimens ever to be found on the planet...

Collin P. Balliram is a prime example of the Hit and Run Agents that form the very backbone of this mostly civilian-based New Age Army... You're better than him, Chief Clark?  Stick to your guns, and good will ultimately triumph over evil?  Alas, young man, it's time for a reality check...
Telkom and the Shaikboys saw to it that the scum of the earth were given a head-start when they were handed control of our variation of the PRISM technology, and they continue to have the advantage over those who purport to be the Good guys...
Each day that you continue to work alongside these criminals, your own shine becomes that little bit more tarnished, and already the line between good and bad is almost non-existent... I don't know what I'm talking about?  Face it dude.. I'm as much an Expert in the Field as Balliram or Sutcliffe.. Albeit that they're in Administration and I'm in Receiving, there's little I don't know or can't guess, about Sentech's bouquet of wireless weaponry and the scum who operate it...

Do You have a 'cricket' at your front gates, Stephen?  A psuedo-insect that kicks in after dark as you come and go, and cross one particular area?  Are you sufficiently in the know to be aware of these devices that are being installed throughout the suburbs here in eThekwini? If so, you'll be aware that when that sound chirrups/squeaks out, it alerts your nearby Area Controller to the movement by your gates, and that he or she can then activate the hidden viewing technology inside the nearest streetlight cowling to watch you?   Have you been assured they're still training up someone for the position of Controller in your street, and that as yet, no-one is manning the Look and Listen technology on those poles?  How can you be 100% sure of that?  Do you have fifteen to twenty years of hacking and cracking under your belt, and a life-long proclivity for prevarication?

Did you all shrug off Ltn. BeVonk's remark when he said he trusts no-one? I've come to believe that that young Agent is one of the few that actually sees the truth of what's being done to the population in this country.. That he's finally come to realise that the one who smiles at him so kindly today, would as soon drive a knife into his back the minute his head was turned tomorrow...
Surely you can trust the Devout? Those who have a fitting scripture for every occasion, and swear that salvation awaits you as long as you believe?  You think?  *looks at the ACDP member....  Clearly you're among the fortunate here in the Zone, to be excluded from having your immune system disabled, though from the way you talk, one would assume you to be fully aware of the devastation the PRISM technology is capable of causing..
I'm guessing that in fact you don't have a clue, and are clinging blindly to the idea that all will be well in the end?
When I first began scribbling here all those years ago, did I not refer to Telkom as the Beast?  The more I see of this inhumane drive to control the country, the more I'm inclined to believe I hit the nail on the head in that regard...

LATER at 7am

Long after I'd fallen back on my bed at 5.15am this morning, Balliram and his monkeys were still administering a slow rhythmic beating to the cancer on my back.. A pulsating effect that was echoed in my ears, and that at one stage had crept up my legs and had my lower body vibrating oddly.. Absolutely unrelated to the Abdominal frequency and it's mind-boggling honey option, and fairly disturbing to say the least... Sound good to you Mr. Spence, or do your EE qualifications prevent you from grasping exactly what's being done to me, and you'd have to be an RF specialist to understand the full extent of that particular brutality?  Agent Baliram continues to ensure that his attempts at my total control remain a joke.. Cest la vie...
Peace..

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Tuesday 9th July 2013 at 2.11pm.