Friday, September 06, 2013

Space Invaders...
(begun Thursday 4th September at 3.45am..)


If my retired, now stay-at-home better-half still refuses to entertain that my claims we're being monitored 24/7 are little more than late-life lunacy, what chance do I have of converting you?  Pretty much zip, zilch, zero...
Give up?  No ways.. Like I said, though I can see it clearly enough, I've learned to ignore the writing on the wall and just get on with it...
Where was the sadistic Expert in the Field next door at around 1am this morning?  Directing those assaults personally, or talking one of his well-trained and all too keen to oblige Monkeys through the tortures that followed?  Only one of them is skilled in the art of employing the Mind-Bender or Hysteria frequency to it's full potential, and it was interesting to note they'd not been invited to join in the fun...
Whoever it had been that was present at that hour, was hell-bent on pain delivery and little else, although I'd eventually been allowed to drift off back to sleep until 3.30am..

The arrival of those two eThekwini blue-wearing wekkers on Monday had kicked off a major flurry of work nearby... Whether they were indeed running the Smart Project's FTTH to Mr. Patel's at No. 4 (Edit: That's a yes, as the sight of part of his verge dug up HERE confirms my suspicions beautifully) or whether it was actually taking place inside the Chickencoop, is still unclear for the moment..
The sight of Agent Balliram's droog, wielding a pressure hose onto the outside walls didn't disguise the sound of a drill working somewhere behind it, and my Controller had come home yesterday at midday to check on whatever work was underway, before leaving again...
Come to think of it, that had been around the same time that the GameWrecker had taken a bath, and had come through bolt-eyed to say our sturdy little fan heater was now playing up.  Hmm.. I'd had no problems with it after 7am when I'd taken my bath, and now there was the old man saying it was making weird noises and cutting out... Shades of those deliberate spikes sent to our hairdryer, perhaps..  A quick lesson for young Mr. Patel on the art of spiking electrical assets?

I'd listened out carefully for it to play up at around 4pm when I'd bathed again, but it had given me no trouble at all, and it would seem our Intelligence Officer at No. 6 has learned nothing from his past mistakes... Anything and everything that's connected to the mains in this house is after all, fair game, not so Balliram?
The new timer switch that my old man bought for the garage eaves spotlights is also giving him uphill, as you'd expect under the circumstances... He'd set it to activate the lights at 5.30pm yesterday, and when he'd arrived home not long afterwards, they still hadn't switched on...
He'd readjusted the timer to 6pm and had hung around up there long enough to see that it worked perfectly, although sometime later in the evening he'd noticed they'd gone off again, and he'd had to stagger up there and manually turn them on... All of which petty spite is easily achieved remotely, as I'm sure you'll agree, although my husband could never get his head around the idea that such malice existed...

That bit of rain we had last night had a remarkable effect on the dried-out nearly white physcia grisea dotted about the laser's regular routes, and I'd emerged to find clumps of mint-green fresh patches had sprung up in the courtyard, the side steps next to the Chickencoop, and on the asphalt next to, and behind the Polo.  Hau! All of that, just since a shower of rain that had left many parts of our garden still dry?  I'd taken pictures of the new 'growth' before setting to with my trusty wire brush to remove most of it... A futile task no doubt, but oddly enough I enjoy a bit of manual labour now and then, and I'd taken more pictures once I'd finished...
It'll be interesting to see how long it takes before it all returns, don't you think?  Whether there's some sort of growth-accelerant in that cloned lichen that activates after a mild shower of rain, or whether it's being daubed about manually by one of our Controller's Wall Jumpers, once the geriatrics are sounds asleep and snoring, remains to be seen..

Meanwhile, I'll stick to my claims that there are teams of botanists beavering away for those behind this push to wireless the world.. Botanists who've developed all manner of cloned lichens and fungi that may be employed to steer the wireless-bearing laser beams along specific, carefully laid out routes...
After a year-long hiccup, the weaver birds did in fact return to continue breeding down in the valley, and I've watched them build their nests in the top of a couple of fever trees that Manusha had planted down there along the edge of the storm water drains, and I've puzzled mightily over the fact that those birds appear totally unfazed by the wireless pouring up and down that stretch...

The obvious answer is that the frequencies are somehow channelled along carefully chosen paths, and at no time are they fed along a route near all of those hanging woven nests... This techology is after all, about precision, is it not?  The ability to, via your computer screen, direct your laser weaponry along a carefully marked out path (be it the light green of maidenhair ferns or a discarded white plastic chair, or a shiny foil packet) to it's ultimate destination.
Man, you can guarantee that I often have Frankie's graduates convulsed at my interpretation of all this techno wizardry, but nonetheless it's hoped that a few of them will give me credit for figuring out the basics, despite all the odds...

Though my reading comprehension skills are pretty much non-existent, I seem to think that Stef Roux's Tangling with Telecoms article in the Popular Mechanics confirmed that the lasers carry the wireless frequencies to their desired destination, so I got that one right at least...  Nothing in such vast amounts can be good for you, despite all of Roux's assertions to the contrary, and I guess if you live here in the Zone and have successfully captured your own pictures of the spheres created by the laser showers, you may just come to agree with me on that one.... Course I'll have a much harder time convincing you of the deadly mischief that can now be carried out over your own powerlines, as every unqualified neighbourhood Tom, Dick and Harriet are recruited to infest and monitor the neighbouring homes...

The original streetlight circuits were judiciously chopped up into manageable sections probably as long ago as 2004, and each section was designed to be 'managed' by an Area Controller, who would in turn direct his Recruits... A grand idea?  Hell, you've met the fellow who was chosen by a Druglord to invade and control our lives here in Sherwood, and if that doesn't make the hair on the back of your neck stand up, I don't know what will... I'll continue to insist that the more callous, cruel, and uncaring, the recruit proves to be, the more his or her chances of becoming an Area Controller are increased, and Agent Balliram has set the bar in that regard...
It's a given that Jannie van Zyl has access to several Controllers who are every bit as inhumane as the sadistic Operative next door, although I'd bet he has a softer spot than most for his gung-ho protege at No 6 Harris Crescent...

Mr. van Zyl, who uses the mybroadband Forum as his recruitment centre, and is currently the Strategist for vodacom, despite his close bonds to Telkom itself... Our Janneman, who in spite of his recent and very visible shrinkage, will most definitely regard himself as some sort of powerful deity, with the ability to now have anyone, anywhere in the country, targeted and controlled by the remarkable Smart City/PRISM-like quantum laser surveillance technology...
Don't be modest young man, it doesn't become you.. I've had nine years to see just how this filthy game is run, and just how an individual may be pressured into turning their back on their innate honesty and integrity...
To kiss their morals goodbye in order to become a fully-fledged soldier in the swelling ranks of the Data Collector's/Thieves Army.. To allow their thinking to become sufficiently warped to believe that neighbour spying upon neighbour is the only way this country can be saved from total ruin..

Did you have your doubts that it would work, back in the early stages, Jannie?  And did the Druglord go on to awe and impress you by the speed with which he 'persuaded' his community (by fair means or foul) to invest in this astonishingly sophisticated killing technology?  How, through engineered crime and the sale of his banned substances, Barnabas had beaten down the Sydenham community to the point where they'd willingly grasped the straw he'd held out to them, after his so-called Damascus Road conversion?
How a common or garden Druglord had been elevated to sit at the right hand of the Intelligence Department's Mo Shaik, who himself had been all too eager to sell the Muslim Community down river with his version of Allah's life-changing gift of technology...

Sydenham is now swamped by members of the Islamic faith?  Understandable, when you are aware of the grandiose promises made to them..The area has probably become second only to Mecca, as the kick-off point for a technology that they've been promised will see the Islamic faith rule the world...
Never mind that their families are already being decimated daily by the fallout from this remarkable and 'perfectly safe' technology.. Never mind that they are as badly affected as the next man by the carefully engineered crime that infests the country...
Keep your heads down and your lips sealed, and the ultimate goal lies just ahead?
Lynch party or firing squad, when it comes to the Shaikboys and their sellout, either will do...

Once again my honourable Vice Chair has dared broach the matter of the illegally erected mosque on the Sherwood Park Grounds, and once again an effort will be made to discredit him.
Will you support his call that some sort of regulations to the traffic chaos be enforced, or will you huddle silently in a corner and let him take the rap for sticking his nose out on YOUR behalf?
I fully suspect that Town Planning cut an under-the-counter deal with Muslim leaders to acquire that bit of parkland, although Lekha Allopi of Town Planning now insists she gets an apology from my VC for so much as suggesting they played a part in this mischief...  She's on Facebook BTW... Why don't you head over and Friend her, and let her know POLITELY how you feel?
Peace..

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Friday 6th September 2013 at 10.37am.