Lover boy...
(begun Tuesday 6th August at 4.55am..)


To be continued?  Did I say that?  Se VOET!  When I sat down at the PC yesterday morning to do an update on blogger, I was startled to find I'd only scribbled out half the story.. A senior moment that I'd best start getting used to...
Can I reclaim lost ground?  Nope, I'm afraid not, and nothing interesting had come to light at last night's poorly-attended CPF Meeting, apart from the fact that the Microwave Boffin had verfied there IS a Madressa in Candella Road after all...
Our liaison officer Capt S. had appeared genuinely oblivious to the fact that a large contingent of heavily armed Hawks? had swooped on that address the Thursday before last, before at least two of those Officers had come banging on my gates later in the afternoon to enquire whether I was harbouring a fugitive from justice....

I'd scarcely sat down in my seat at the Meeting, when one of the Eavesdroppers had stuck a red-hot poker between my shoulder blades, and had kept it there for the duration...
However short yesterday's update had been, it appeared to have angered Someone rather more than usual, and I'd spent most of the day either bent over with the deep ache of phantom period pains, or the relentless Knives to the Back frequency, so last night's additional malice was hardly surprising...
I don't remember waking in the night, although I found both little dogs curled up in the lounge this morning, sans their blankets, and I'd been woken rudely before 4am with a bout of the Throat Choker dry hacking, before Someone began drilling behind my eye..  Charming...
The Poor Sod has never appreciated being reminded of his failures, and his behaviour is as predictable as ever...

I'd been doing catch-up on the mybroadband forum yesterday afternoon, and I'd taken myself over to Fingolfin's Profile page, only to find - nothing.  A Senior member with only 220 posts, whose join date is given as October 2012, I can't for the life of me figure out who he/she had been before they came up with their latest nick..
Supremely confident of their own intellectualism (is that even a word?), I can only manage to comprehend a sentence here or there, but for the most part he loses me completely, and I'd love to know what Karl Muller would make of those posts...
More vague references to the huge strides made in the Spy world, but never so much as a hint of the quantum laser/wireless system that permits Agents access to your inner sanctum, and I guess it's safe to assume his agenda consists of more general muddying of the waters, though on a higher plane than I've previously encountered...

Are there others like me dotted across the globe?  Those who've been fortunate enough to be shown so much of the magic surrounding this technology, but are simply too thick to be able to convince anyone that it even exists?  Way back, when I'd been pointed to that EMR Refugee site on yahoo, I'd thought I was among kindred spirits, but I'd come to realise that wasn't the case at all...
The majority of those unfortunate people appear to have no natural protection against the most basic of electronic devices, and their lives are hell as a result...
I OTOH, adore my entry level Nokia, spend hours in front of the TV, and use the microwave all the time, and it's only when there are specific wireless frequencies being pumped into our home that I suffer any physical negative effects..
If they choose, my Shift Monitor can have my cancer explode in flames as I cross by the microwave oven, and the same applies to an incoming phone call or text, but for the most part I feel nada specifically from electronic devices, and am therefore surely not in the category of being EMR sensitive to the degree of many of those members...

Does that make any sense to you whatsoever?  That my immune system withstood the emissions from the Barnard Road cellmast for thirty plus years without any detrimental side effects, and that only once Allen Spence had arrived to install Sutcliffe's Smart City/PRISM surveillance technology did that rosy picture become seriously ugly...
The majority of you will be unable to comprehend the reckless amounts of EMR that were unleashed on this 'trial' section during that period, and how it had affected so many of those who were house-bound.. That was about when we began experiencing the waves of nausea, the pins and needles, and the inexplicable heatwaves, and it hadn't been long before we began acquiring our own inner-ear mast song (or as your GP will refer to it, tinnitis).

Just how many that Spence and his crews managed to kill outright during those initial fumbling operations will remain a secret forever, as they will have been shrugged off as standard heart attacks, strokes, and cancers, and nothing whatsoever to do with the PRISM technology being rigged to streetlights across Sherwood and Sydenham...
All the while those two mass-murderers, Francesco Petruccione and Stefanus Roux, will have been in the background, vehemently asserting that the technology was perfectly safe.. Eight or nine years down the line, and that statement is the furthest thing from the truth that you could imagine..

The City and suburbs are now covered by a blanket of ultra-short lasers that, depending on the density and level of emissions, disables the average citizen's immune system to the point where they are open to falling prey to any and all manner of illness... Once this became obvious, was it somehow added to the cunning Sales Pitch sold to prospective Recruits?
That apart from having to set aside their moral integrity and hack into their neighbour's homes, there was a possibility (however remote) they might acquire some unpleasant, if not fatal, side-effects?  That godforbid this should happen, they and their families would be looked after, and every effort made to get them well again?  That if the fall-out proved to be fatal, it was a glorious way to go, and an honour to die for the Cause?

A premise that would no doubt work more effectively on some sections of the community than others, for sure..  The Seriously Devout would fall on the idea with fervour, would they not, Mr. van Zyl *eyes the Telkom Strategist.... Be they Muslim or Christian, giving them a Cause, and feeding them the idea of martyrdom would work admirably once they'd been satisfactorily battered down to their lowest ebb by the careful ongoing engineered corruption and crime?
How do you get an entire population to keep a secret as huge as the quantum laser/wireless surveillance Project?  Fear is the answer.
Have neighbour spy upon neighbour over their powerlines, to the extent that they will eventually become like our Lieutenant BeVonk, and trust no-one at all...

Getting to know your neighbours is a fine idea, Chief Clark... Getting to know which of your neighbours has covert access to your privacy is somewhat more difficult to ascertain, is it not?  My own Area Controller has set the bar for the standard of lies that pervade this entire operation, with the result that someone you've known and admired for a decade, can now look you straight in the eyes and trot out a string of bullshit, without the slightest guilt whatsoever...
eThekwini is the only City in the world that's operating this smart technology?  Why would that be FFS? Could it be possible that we were judged to be the most easily manipulated, Herr Doktor Sutcliffe?  It was a doddle to foster suspicion and mistrust among the citizens, was it not?  After all the years that you carefully nurtured the Corrupt Trough Feeders, you're now able to sit back and watch gleefully as your brief comes to fruition, and the City falls in on itself...

With the inhumane and highly-advanced surveillance technology now firmly in the control of what passes for the Opposition, everything is going perfectly to plan.. Your average man in the street, recruited to the ranks of this cowardly Yellow Army, is now puffed up with self-importance at the possibility they could contribute to saving South Africa from ultimate ruin, when in fact all they are doing is hastening the day when the entire country will be under one control.. This is a good thing?  You think?
Will the PuppetMasters recognize YOUR god?  Hardly likely, if the omnipotence disease is anything to go by.. No - I'd suggest that BeVonk had it nailed, and that there will be an increase in those like Balliram who are permitted and encouraged to carry out savage assaults and criminal activities unhindered, to keep the ignorant masses huddled in fear, and all too eager to do their Master's bidding, if they know what's good for them..
You laugh?  That could never happen to you, and your mind and voice are your own?  Not for much longer they ain't.. Kitted out in the laser-attracting blue (now there's a coincidence for you!), will you vote for your saviours to wrest the country from the grip of the Trough Feeders? I know I will, despite that I'm aware that we're merely exchanging one set of killers for another perhaps smarter, and more intellectual bunch of murderers... Go with the flow folks, go with the flow, as the tsunami of controlling technology engulfs the country...

It's another beautiful dawn out there, and a dozen or so ring-necked doves are perched in the coral tree outside my window, willing me to go feed them... I'll endure whatever levels of pain that are sent my way today, in the hopes that in between it all, I'll get to witness more of the magic of this amazing technology, other than just it's weapons of war...
You cannot comprehend that young Kyle or David from next door is sitting up on the wall invisibly in your kitchen, as you scurry about making breakfast?
The entire suggestion is preposterous, and what on earth of your dull lives would they possibly be interested in?  The answer is EVERYTHING...   From the smallest most innocuous comments you make, to how many times you visit the loo daily, it will all be recorded both visually and audibly, and that data will be sent for storage to a satellite...

Your would-be Masters want to get to know everything about you, and who better to capture that information than the IT-savvy son or daughter of the neighbours you've known for decades?  Creepy, but absolutely true...
Any of your friends or acquaintances suddenly gone on a diet?  After years of being comfortably heavy, all of a sudden they're whippet-thin?  Could it be that they've come to realise that despite they themselves have monitoring status, someone in turn may well have their own activities on record, and better they look their best for the cameras?  Is that all it is, Lazzie?  Vanity, FFS?

LATER at 7.30am

I took a savage donkey-kick to the side when I'd walked into the kitchen ten minutes ago, and I'm comfortable knowing that whoever pulled this monitoring shift, is operating on the levels set by Lover boy himself.. The sadistic Casanova who now attempts without success, to hide in the woodwork..
Peace...

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Tuesday 6th August 2013 at 9.50am..