The trigger...
(begun Saturday 6th July at 4.35am..)
Did you ever get to watch Powder? The movie about the kid who main-lined on lightning? It must be pretty old by now, but I'd watched it again anyways, and loved it... Sort of struck home when Goldblum had said towards the end 'our technology surpasses our humanity right now', and boy, was that prophetic...
I've already told you how my head has learned to recognize Petruccione's ultra-short pain-carriers as they flash about inside our home. I can only catch sight of them in my peripheral vision, but it's good enough...
The night before last I'd hit the sack around 8pm, and my bedroom had rapidly become a war zone as the Righteous sallied in to deliver their painful message.
Are there still records of who's on what shift, or has that fallen away since I began asking my uncomfortable questions?
Like how many fine soldiers it had taken on Thursday night, to batter this defenseless old fart as she lay on the Sacrificial Altar? I've not seen quite so many silver flashes in one place since that memorable early-morning shortly after godschild had put the zinc sheets on his booster shed, and Balliram had arranged for that laser light show on my lounge ceiling...
Remember how I'd stood there in the gloom of the lounge with my mouth dropped open, as dozens of silver beams had played about above my head? Ask to see the relevant footage, it should be good for a giggle.
Thursday night's sortie had been nowhere near as ostentatious, but nonetheless it was the most I've ever encountered in the bedroom itself. Whichever brave cadets were controlling them, had run through pretty much every nasty frequency in the book before they left...
If I'd thought my tormentors would be preoccupied with the water run-off on Thursday, I was wrong again, and there'd been a tracker hard on our heels from the getgo.. Mostly the Backfire frequency with a good many Knives to the back tossed in along the way, and it hadn't ended once I'd joined the Gamewrecker in the Polo, either... I'm betting it didn't take long for Balliram to finish giving his statement to the SAPS Officer before hurtling across to the Radio Station on Ridge to pick us up again, using the booster device hidden in the Polo's aircon unit to great effect... It had been nothing like the levels of rage felt in my little Nissan, and for that I'd been grateful...
I'd hopped onto Chief Clark's Facebook page at some point yesterday. Some unfortunate lady had posted the day before of her disgust at finding a SAPS vehicle pulled into a disabled parking zone at the Pavilion, and she'd proceeded to get slaughtered by the Westville Communications Officer for daring to post on such a triviality.. Ouch! Although who parks where, has never been of the slightest interest to me whatsoever, I'd felt sorry enough for the woman to go to her defense, however mildly... I'd scrolled and scrolled only to find that our intellectual Officer had deleted the entire post. Do that often, Stephen?
When your barely contained rage is there for all to see, do you have second thoughts and simply make those posts vanish?
Do you have a history of complete melt-downs, like your counterpart over at Sydenham SAPS, who's blown his gasket openly on several occasions? It's the thing of having to deal with retards, is it not? Dummies who've no idea how important you are, and who attempt to waste your valuable time by nit-picking over the small stuff...? I see you resorted to running the now familiar " I only hope you're never in a situation where you need help from the police', and maybe it's just me, but it certainly comes across as some sort of vague threat... Almost as if you keep a ledger to which you add the names and addies of those who offend you? Grossly imaginitive on my part I know, but with hindsight it was a good idea for you to delete that thread....
A one-man damage Controller, who paints a rosy picture of the work done by the good cops, and who appears to have little sympathy for the many citizens who encounter the Rotten Apples? Admit they exist, but brush them aside airily, and concentrate on the positive, and everything will by hunky dory?
As you may know, I'm fairly new to the whole Facebook thing, but it's really odd to go read the current comments on say the Upper Highway Network or Esme's page, where it appears crime is almost completely out of hand, and then to visit your page and find what appears to be the picture of a suburb whose station has everything neatly under control?
Can I guess that a fair amount of Westville residents have learned the hard way to look elsewhere for sympathy at their plight? You make it more than clear that you don't tolerate fools, and that anyone who dares diss the police, whether justified or not, falls into that category?
Do you struggle to maintain your sense of humour these days? Are you, like our Lazzie, beset by sudden overwhelming bouts of rage and irritation at the average bloke's stupidity? Nothing to do with the unregulated frequencies that are battering your place of work since the inception of Sutcliffe's quantum laser 'comms' system? There's most certainly a fine cop in there somewhere, and it would be a shame were your reactions to the fallout to put an early end to your career... Pace yourself, dude, and like I said, take a chill pill and look out for the symptoms I've described here so often... Or not..
Your derisive snorts aside, you've lost the one knee.. What's next? Your heart rate fluctuating? Your wrists and elbows playing up? No stomach problems of late? The Abdominal frequency is a particularly destructive weapon in the wireless arsenal, and the trots and nausea are the least of it's achievements...
You want to combine all the GM'd foods we stuff in our faces with Roux and Petruccione's wondrous bouquet of wireless weaponry and see what you get? Sitting ducks, the lot of us...
You can blame the shocking increase in cancers and diabetes on many things, even getting out of bed in the morning to face the stress of an average workday... But the catalyst? The trigger that's set this ginormous Cull in motion?
That has to be the wondrous wireless Experiment that's seduced you all to the point of power drunk zombies...
Is the PRISM technology one and the same as Roux and Petruccione's sophisticated marvel, designed to fit the demographics of South Africa? Was it the realisation of just what this stuff is capable of, that drove Edward Snowden to risk decrying it openly? When he saw how neighbour is now hacking into neighbour's home via their powerlines to capture their most intimate moments of privacy for posterity, under the guise of searching for terrorists or tax evaders, was he sufficiently appalled to take the high road?
The more I read of this courageous stand, the more I'm inclined to believe that the PRISM technology is indeed a variation of Sutcliffe's quantum laser comms system, and that right now we need our own Snowden to stand up and reveal the truth..
Sadly, I fear it's too late for us, as the addiction that comes along with control of the system seems to have put the brains of even the brightest among you on hold... The thrill of being able to access a nearby neighbour's home to both watch and listen to them as they go about their daily lives, unaware of their invisible voyeurs, is like no other, and the ability to actually target specific parts of their anatomies and get a reaction, will drive these soldiers of this cowardly army to the very depths of depravity...
LATER at 6.30am
The good chap from the Water Department had said that your average person has no idea of the power and destruction that can be caused by water alone... godschild is not your average person and yet, as I'd crossed the lawn five minutes ago to fill the bird tray, I was treated to the sound of water again cascading freely into the bottom of his yard.
I've only been aware of this taking place since their sewage effluent arrived on our terrace some weeks back. For all I know they've been running off water for months, and by now that bottom section of their property must be seriously undermined... Have they had assurances that this won't affect that giant retaining wall in any way? Has a qualified structural engineer told them they're safe, and they can continue to do the runoffs without fear that the whole shebang will simply collapse and slide down into the valley?
To those of you who struggle to contain the rage that threatens to bubble up and overwhelm you at the slightest of irritations, you could do worse than follow our Comms Officers lead, and go work out in a nearby gym. The resulting endorphins (sp) could go a long way into fooling you that all's well in your own temple, and that's pretty much what it's all about, right?
Head down, and denial, denial, denial, as you report for duty in this game of Russian Roulette?
As far as you're aware, there's none of Sutcliffe's fibre running to your streetlight? You sure about that? 100% positive? What about when you went away for 2 weeks last December? Would you have noticed a carefully disguised scar on your verge, on your return? If Telkom's white wireless boxes are strapped to nearby poles already, then I figure you've either got the network right to your pole, or it's coming shortly...
Lost any of your electrical appliances lately? Your house lights dip fractionally at certain times of the day or night? Welcome to the New Age Army, and the soldiers who will sit invisibly on the walls and ceilings inside each room of your home.. If they like what they see and choose to return regularly, chances are your immune system will become disabled (See Paul Doyon) and you'll start to go down under all manner of weird ailments.. Good luck with that one, as the last time I looked there were still no specialists in radiation sickness available in this country..
Peace..
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Saturday 6th July 2013 at 2.50pm.
