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(begun Thursday 29th August at 5am..)
*I've learned the hard way to avoid the use of Never, but so far it's been easy to simply picture Mr. Flabby, Barnabas' so-useful Shipping Agent up in Mayfield Place, and all the Fiddler's efforts are doomed to fail*
There'd been two threads posted in the Broadband News Forum on the same subject. Fraud surrounding the fibre network proposed for Pietermaritzburg. Typically, I'd commented in the initial post, although it had been rpm's thread, posted later on the same subject, that had garnered the most interest..
Needless to say, the Poisonous Rabbit had found my comment and couldn't resist tossing the ubiquitous tinfoil hat in my direction.. He'd queried my use of the term quantum laser, and I'd been happy to point him to the Tangling with Telecoms article where it states quite clearly that Roux set up a quantum laser 'communications' system for Sutcliffe, with Petruccione's assistance... So ja - quantum laser it is...
The Wabbit has his own mini-wireless station on his property in Glenwood? Does he have a zinc-roofed tool shed perhaps? Does he have a solidly-built bunker-type room where he sits to direct the nearby recruits to bouncing across the powerlines to spy on their neighbours? It was always a given that the Bunny would suck up the lies touted by the silver-tongued telecom's Strategist, Jannie van Zyl, and I seem to think he's always been keen to add his scathing .2cents worth to any thread involving Karl Muller as well...
Bizarre, when you look at the Rocket Scientist's qualifications and obvious concern for his fellow-man, to find long-standing mybroadband members vociferously supporting the dark side... Why is it a secret, TB?
Why is the real purpose behind the Smart City surveillance technology not being touted openly and honestly, if it's set to save the entire country? Stupid question? I don't know how you can say that, when so many of the Seriously Rotten are on board already, and no effort whatsoever is being made to remove them? I don't know what I'm talking about, and plans are well under way behind the scenes to rid the Project of the criminal element?
Well young man, you'll have to forgive my scepticism, as I sit here at the desk in the dark with the cancer on my back in flames, while one or two of SA's nearby 'saviours' study my scribbles closely...
I had you marked as a cynic and was clearly wrong, as you show remarkable faith in an Experiment that grows more corrupt and confusing by the day.. Is that addiction, that I smell on your breath out there? Is that the mindless thrill of accessing lesser-mortal's homes via their powerlines to monitor and record their pathetic lives, that has you automatically squealing denial without much thought at all? Has your impatience and irritation towards those you consider stupid, increased, since you were recruited to the Yellow Army's Data Collectors ranks?
Do you find that in pretty much every home whose privacy you 'officially' violate, the occupants are dim-witted and dull, and could safely be regarded as oxygen thieves, and well-deserving of the fluctuating levels of EMR you cause on your arrival?
I've got it horribly wrong, and van Zyl is a good guy? Well now, there's a massive stumbling block straight off... As long as you continue to care for your animals and the canine population in your suburb, and see to it that they don't suffer unnecessarily from the appalling amounts of wireless in the air, or be targeted by the packs of slavering recruits, I'll continue to regard you as a good, if misguided, Sucker...
Friday 30th August at 4.40am..
They're travelling in pairs, if not packs, lately.. Safety in numbers? I'd been opening the gates around 8am yesterday morning, when our Accountant/Tutor had been nipping back home into his at No. 12. Just in time, Freddie? Your good buddy Operative Balliram had dibs on the Filling frequency, and had kicked off with it in his impatience, as I was getting out of the bath... I guess that left our Fred with the Backfire frequency? Just the two of you, or was there a third along for the ride as well?
*there's muchos squeaqos outside the windown here as I scribble*
When I'd headed home back down the Crescent at 9.30am, who did I find a couple of doors up from the Madressa, but our old friends the Mthiyane Contractors, in a big shiny new lorry...
I've checked the phone directory and there's less than one column who bear that name. So, is there any connection between the Mthiyane Contractors who've been on these pages since I first began babbling to you here, and the taxi boss who fingered Major General Booysens on the racketeering charges?
Those contractors are doing exceptionally well out of Sutcliffe's Smart City Surveillance project, and their fleet of vehicles has grown mightily since they first arrived here in Harris Crescent to fiddle with the monitoring devices on the streetlight poles...
Back then they were a rag-tag bunch operating out of THIS beat-up old bakkie, and on one occasion they'd become fairly aggro when they'd seen me at my front gate armed with my camera...
Wouldn't it be interesting to find that they're directly connected to the taxi boss in the article posted on the DOCU's Facebook wall yesterday? Are W/O Maluleke and Captain Patsa still down here in Durban, or have they headed back up to the Hawk's Headquarters in Visagie Street, Pretoria? It should be a fairly simple matter for them to poke around and check whether Sutcliffe himself had okay'd that tender, and whether he is indeed linked directly to the taxi boss. I say should be, but of course that'll be out of the question now, as the Project Authors have deemed it time to break up that particular band of investigators, and to once again bring them into disarray...
Anwar Dramat would've been among the first to be led down the garden path by the Shaikboys, and their glorious tales of a surveillance technology so advanced that it would be used to increase the spread of Islam in this country a hundred-fold... Has Dramat come to see the truth of the matter since then, as he's jerked about like the puppet he surely is? Has he already lost friends and relatives to this culling machine, or is he still safely in brainwashed denial?
If there is indeed a connection between the Mthiyane Contractors and their involvement with the Smart City Project, and the taxi boss that was used in an attempt to bring Booysens into discredit, it's hardly likely to be followed up, as the Hawks now fight to keep their jobs...
I'd been sitting on the edge of Cloud 9 yesterday morning at 2.20am, riding out the effects of one of the nastier variations of the Abdominal frequency.. The same one that I'd guess had so many of our community rushing off to see their proctologists shortly after Fabian Carey's untimely demise...
Could I find that photo I'd taken while standing on the side path outside our lounge some years back? Well before I'd begun capturing any spheres, although I'd begun wandering about the property randomly shooting photos in an effort to find what it was that they were using to cause me such pain...
To the naked eye there was little of interest, but I'd found all sorts of oddness once I'd zoomed in on the results...
One such picture had revealed that a coat of paint had been heavily daubed on the outside wall, precisely in line with my TV chair. Hastily done in broad strokes, I'd never have looked at it twice, but the Panasonic had picked it up for me nicely..
When I'd gone around to the other side of the house, next to the Chickencoop, I found the very same substance had been applied on that corner of the house wall HERE.. A much heavier application, but it's not in an area I spend much time in, so they got away with it easily...
How could this have been achieved without our knowledge, on such a small property? Did Agent Balliram knock the two of us out one night, using heavy doses of the Chronic fatigue frequency, before one of his Wall Jumpers managed to achieve that messy, but so-necessary enhancement?
Or was it done one Thursday when we were visiting my kid up in the Midlands for the day, and I'd foolishly left No 11's youngster guarding our home? That lot had had the place to themselves for the entire day on at least two occasions, and I've no doubt that was when the majority of the laser enhancements were done, both indoors and out...
As it is now, I'm neatly trapped in some sort of horizontal line of power that runs right through where I sit here at the desk to chat to you, the head of my bed in the room next door, and the corner of the lounge where I spend so much time curled up in front of Koos Bekker's contribution to the Cause...
I've already told you there's a similar line of power running along our back wall, just outside the kitchen door in line with Agent Balliram's shower/toilet plumbing, and how fiercely I can be nailed as I emerge to go into the courtyard...
In fact, there's not a corner or room in this little house that I can seek refuge from these slavering Information Thieves, and as a result I've learned to live with it... I'm willing to bet the situation is pretty much the same at No.s 5 and 17 as well, despite that those unfortunate occupants are clueless as to their invaders... Labrats, to be abused at will by a criminally-connected and seriously dysfunctional Area Controller and his well-trained monkeys...
Whoever was on shift overnight had gone after my little dogs with gusto, and as fast as they'd settled down on the bed next to me, one or the other would hurl themselves onto the floor, shaking their ears frantically..
That is my Controller's idea of fun, and I was happy to see that TB had decided to let the Pmb fibre network fraud thread die quietly, when I'd checked yesterday afternoon.
He'd not apologised for querying my use of the term quantum laser, and had chosen instead to lamely point out my remarks on UKZN and Petruccione running the biggest wireless base station in the Southern Hemisphere (Although that has probably changed by now, as I've no doubt the UCT Physics department scrambles to change the status quo).
My tormentors were back at it in the early hours, though I didn't bother to log the time they spent trying to persuade me to change my opinion that the Fiddler's frequency is best enjoyed hands-free...
I'm all too aware of my Master's preference for turning pleasure into pain in a second, and I steadfastly refuse to participate fully in those assaults on my ancient and raddled person, beyond what my traitorous body allows them to achieve...
Is there some sort of reward for my figuring out this latest form of abuse? That electro-magnetic pulses may be carried by laser and directed at a target's uterus to cause it to contract repeatedly? (And not just the uterus folks, take my word for it). Fat chance, although I feel we're getting pretty close to the bottom of this Pandora's box of magic tricks.. I'd be an even bigger fool to think that Hope had survived beneath all this wickedness, but I'll go there anyways, and wait with fascination to see what the new days brings.. Be kind.
Peace..
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Friday 30th August 2013 at 9.01am.
