(begun Wednesday 25th September at 3.34am..)
I'd come wide awake the minute the dog thudded onto the floor, flapping her ears.. It was 1am on the dot.. The Backfire frequency hit me like a ton of bricks, and I'd tottered to the loo for a pee before going back to find Sophie lying on the floor with her head under the bed.. Cola had long since scarpered to the lounge chair to escape the torture...
By 1.20am I'd endured the ubiquitous heat-wave and was muttering about the period pains, when the Klingon call-sign kicked in, and my first two fingers and thumb had begun to burn with pins and needles..
We'd had a bit of rain overnight, with the result that my silly Monitors felt free to unleash any number of the squeaky signal enhancers, one of which was clearly faulty and gave off a long electronic whine repeatedly, as I choked with mirth. (You guys want to have that one seen to, you really do..)
At 1.25am someone began jabbing away at my inner-ear and jaw, and I contemplated sending good old Allen Spence a really rude text message... Somewhere between that debacle and 3am, the Backfire had simply vanished for well over five minutes, and they'd gone for employing the Fiddler's frequency instead..
Sadly, too little, too late.
Just how many of the graveyard shift and their chommies were assembled in my bedroom at that point is impossible to say, but you have to know that when there's two or more different frequencies assailing me simultaneously, there's generally more than one of those perverts in attendance...
By 3.20am it was getting seriously nasty and I'd given up and climbed out of bed...
I'd found an at times quite volatile thread at the mybroadband forum yesterday, on the bloody events at the Westgate Mall in Nairobi.. The fact that I'm in any way involved is such wickedness is fairly sobering, and someone (garyvdh?) had even posted a pic of Natalie Faye Webb's fake passport, although they'd left off the bit that showed our home address.. (At van Zyl's suggestion?)
It would appear that our double-agent Balliram is playing a dangerous game right now.. He has to be working with at least some of the members of the Durban Organised Crime Unit for them to have waylaid our washing machine like that, as a booster device could only have benefitted his monitoring operations..
A couple of years later and we have the full-bearded Mo Patel moving in to No. 4, and eventually his FTTH is installed and he joins the fray in our home with excrutiating results...
What is an Idiot to deduce from this? From his appearance, one might be forgiven for assuming that this latest arrival attends the fiercely orthodox mosque that's gone up on the Sherwood Hall grounds..
Both Nayager and Barnabas will have had a good working relationship with the occupants of the Muslim enclave on Jan Smuts Highway.. The ones that had a Kaspir parked on their front drive, and heavily armed guards at the front boom gate? There's no ways they could've flaunted that artillery openly without the Station Commander's say-so, so that's a fairly simple conclusion to reach...
Such a chummy relationship in fact, that I guess it was around that time that Samantha Lewthwaite acquired her Natalie Faye Webb passport, giving our street address as her residence... Your idea of a joke, Earl? It carries the stench of your grubby fingers about it, and that's a fact...
So - The question now, is the connection between Balliram and his new neighbour, and just how far it goes.. Am I to be the piggy in the middle of all this latest skullduggery? Who exactly is keeping a watch on whom?
Does Balliram report back to his buddys at the DOCU on everything Mr. Patel says and does, or is their relationship more complicated than that? I guess what I'm trying to say is, who exactly wields the most power in this little corner of Sherwood right now?
Have the Muslim Leaders insisted on installing their own man nearby, to keep an eye on the Double-Agent and his tendency to switch loyalties at the drop of a hat, or is Mr. Patel working alongside both Balliram and the DOCU willingly?
Maybe you can figure it out for yourselves, as I'm frankly stumped.. Were the amiable-appearing Mo to be in anyway connected to the Brotherhood, my Controller would know this for a fact, as would the Druglord Barnabas, the DOCU, and the Communications Officer up at Sydenham SAPS...
My cheerfulness had temporarily vanished at the realisation that CrackerJack may now be involved in rather more than creating mischief across the Zone and torturing residents over their powerlines...
Am I reading more into this than there really is? Am I dramatising something that's easily explained away? I've a sinking feeling that I'm not, and that the psycho next door is in way over his head as he struggles to keep what's left of his balls in the air...
What is the Telkom/vodacom Strategist's position in all of this? Another who no doubt dances nimbly on both sides of the fence?
A friend to the ultra-orthodox Muslim Leaders in SA, Mr. van Zyl? While you whisper into the ears of the so-called Good Guys who've hi-jacked the surveillance technology?
Does this not confirm what I've been bleating on about all these years? That the telecoms giants are heavily involved in destabilising the country on behalf of some unknown shadowy figures lurking in the background, and that they are manipulating the Muslim community in order to achieve their aims?
I'd suggest, Janneman, that you and your bosses are every bit as savagely callous as the worst of those rabid extremists who carried out that senseless slaughter in Nairobi.. Only your lot hide behind masks of civilised behaviour, and are adept at ducking hastily back into the shadows before you're exposed...
What delicious mischief was carried out on the mybroadband forum alone, as your spokesman ranted on with his anti-Muslim comments and links?
Neatly perpetuating the divisions between the different communities in this country is what it's all about, hey Jannie? Godhelp your Masters if we were to actually overlook our differences and stand united together against this scientific culling experiment? So what if 69-odd innocents had to die, and hundreds will never recover fully as a result of this latest carefully manipulated horrorshow?
The more divided we are, the easier we are to control, right?
The Devout here in the Zone were fed the line that the quantum surveillance system is a gift from god and will assist in removing the corrupt from power..
The Muslim community were betrayed by the Shaiks into believing this advanced technology would be to the benefit of Islam, while the atheists... Hmm.. Would I be wrong in thinking that the more tech-minded you are, the more likely it is that you don't believe there is a god? It's difficult to generalise, and I'm only going by what I encounter online..
The tech-savvy that I come across appear to regard themselves as a cut above the rest, and they would've been easier than all the other mindless sheep, to convert to the Cause... How does their Sales Patter go, Jannie? First flatter them blind, and then show them a technology so advanced and magical they begin to salivate on the spot? Tell them that with their superior brains they've been chosen from the humdrum masses for a greater calling, and they will ultimately be able to control the lives of the people they're in charge of? What left-brainer could resist such an offer?
How many left-brainers could temper their avid excitement and step back to consider the long term implications of such sophisticated wizardry?
Even the few hard nuts would eventually crack under your silver-tongued sales pitch, ne Janneman? They're going to save the world, and it's for the good of mankind, blah, blah, blah...?
Frustrated? Moi? Less and less each day, as I recognise how privileged this dim-witted simpleton is, to be afforded a front row seat at this mind-boggling extravaganza, despite the horrendous ticket-price...
My tales of the horrific ongoing abuse being carried out in this tiny corner of the planet have been if anything, understated...
Only a few of the recruits to the Yellow Army ranks will have been able to see the truth of the matter, and even then, they're on the Admin side, and can only guess what it's like to be in Receiving...
The one person that could've caused a serious glitch to this nefarious scheme was neatly sidelined and silenced... Know anything about that, halicon? Nothing you dare whisper? Having doubts, but you've learned the hard way to keep them to yourself? Good luck, dude...
LATER at 6.10am
When I'd finally finished scribbling and stood up from the desk earlier, it was to feel as though my lower right side had been kicked by a donkey, and whatever the Chop is running out of those aircon units, it ain't small potatos...
By the time I'd lugged the trash bags upstairs and put them out on the road there wasn't even a hint of that discomfort remaining...
The mind is a cunning thing, is it not? What's it been since the Fiddler's frequency arrived to delight me? One month? Two? The humiliation of that singularly abusive frequency has faded, and I've somehow managed to convince myself that it's merely an extension of the ongoing 'experiments' that cruelly assault us, albeit this one is irresistibly delicious...
Even as I scribble here again at the desk, the Wag who peers over my shoulder suddenly has my uterus on full alert, and I kid you not.. That's funny, Mr. van Zyl? Has that particular variation of the Abdominal frequncy arrived up your way yet, and which of your stooges will be violating whose wives, mothers, and daughters into becoming the lucky recipients of those mind-numbing attentions?
You're not telling? Man, I'm not surprised, you grubby, voyeuristic pervert, you....
Peace...
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25th September 2013 at 8.51am..
