Uncanny....
(begun Saturday 28th September at 2.30am)


*Feeling old, and if possible, more dazed than usual.  I logged on now to find a Tweet from young Leon Chetty giving me a link to Dr. Oz and his belly fat-busting remedy.. Will that be sufficient to reaffirm his loyalty to the Cause, or not? Hopefully, that's a yes... *

Even in the dark I could see the blood on the sheet, but it's way too early to bath and change so I've just packed a wad of paper towels over the dressing and come to sit here at the desk.. Someone had stroked me awake before 2am and had followed up that delight with a savage stab to my back, that had me muttering out loud angrily...
It doesn't look as though Vincent will be coming to work today after all, as it's drizzling and wet outside, and he hasn't replied to my text with his usual 'See you tomorrow' either.  It's sometimes quite uncanny how he can predict the weather, and you have to wonder whether he has inside information given him by his Handler...

I'd been on Chief Clark's Facebook page yesterday just after 3pm, when he'd posted that Julian had been in a serious MVA, and I'd acknowledged it and shut down to try and get the details..
As you know, I'd mentioned my uncle in yesterday's blog update, and had even changed my FB cover pic later, to show the Ambleside Lane streetsign, looking very much the worse for wear... So ja, that was a nasty little jolt when Stephen's comment had popped up...
It was only much later that I'd finally managed to get a few details, but as it stands, he's in hospital with a fractured neck, and doesn't remember how or why he'd hit the bank like that...

Apparently he'd been heading down the M19 and had reached the Reservoir Hills turnoff when I'm guessing he'd had one of those inexplicable blackouts, and he'd hit the bank and had rolled three times before coming to a stop... The airbag hadn't deployed for some reason, and M said he's lucky to be alive at all..
Where exactly was our Expert in the Field, Agent Balliram, when all this went down?
Have I not blogged several times previously of how simple it now is for a tracker to remotely interfere with a newer car's onboard computer, to cause a quite possibly fatal accident?  Have I not said here that I'm quite certain more than a few contract killings will take place using this unprovable method?

Whether you're inclined to scoff or not, there has been a pattern of sorts that's included my kid's home in the Midlands being broken into while she was working abroad, athough strangely, not a thing was taken..
My other kid in London had endless problems with a geyser at his digs, and my sister in the UK suffering with her wrists, and her husband's gout would, if you've been following, suggest they've all been tagged by the equivalent of the Men in Black, and my uncle J would've been no exception...
I've absolutely no idea which Agency he uses to service his car, but it's a given that by now that it's had an extra or two added without his knowledge, just like the Gamewrecker's Polo...

I'll get my old man to drive that route just out of curiosity, and see whether there are any of those wireless traffic monitoring masts visible at the point where J's car had rolled yesterday...  The level of attacks I endured on our trip to Toti last week showed that it would've been a simple matter to flood J's car with whatever frequency causes those blackouts, and you have to question why the airbag didn't deploy, unless there'd been interference with the onboard computer at the time...
He's expendible, and wasn't supposed to survive? Oops!  You may recall that when he'd first experienced those petite mal episodes he'd had every test and scan in the book, and that the specialists hadn't been able to find the cause, and had given him a clean bill of health...

M said last night that he's continued to have at least one epsiode each month, but that they can't figure out what's triggering the damned things... Hell, we know, don't we, Balliram?  *winks.. A sudden surge to the powerpoint nearest him and *poof!* his head goes on hold, and why not give us a live demonstration of your remote skills, just hours after I'd published that update yesterday?
I figure young Stephen knows it's the truth, but he appears to have his own set of problems right now...
A serious bout of flu, so soon after he's had to have his knee replaced, and then endured weeks of the spasmodically uncontrollable cough caused by the Throat Choker frequency?
Has he too been tagged as a demo-model, or am I being led down the old garden path?  Only Chief Clark knows the answer to that one, and he ain't about to enlighten me...

I guess it was the timing of a couple of his recent comments on FB that have me suspiciously sniffing the air, as they were sort of out of character, and his usual assertive tone was missing... Pretty sad to admit it, but these days, that's all it takes for Doubt to rear it's ugly head...

LATER at 7.35am

It's still drizzling steadily out there, and I get the sense that much of my Landscaper's handiwork is soaking up that rain eagerly, and sucking in whatever's been added to accelerate it's growth...

How much contact does CrackerJack next door have with Interpol these days?
Any of you remember back to when Jackie Selebi was the head of that organisation?  Not exactly reassuring was it?  That was about the same time the Smart City Project had arrived here in the Zone, and Glen Nayager and his IT buddy Balliram had been given such control over our lives... That was when our Station Commander had made it known that his friend Jackie had allocated an Airwing chopper specifically for his use.. Stretching it a bit for sure, as those Flyboyz and their blue and white baby were earmarked from the start, to aid the installation of the Smart City surveillance technology, and little else..

Oh ja, he'd occasionally hop on board and arrive ostentatiously at a trouble-spot, or the bird would land in a field on a Gala day to entertain the children, but for the most part that crew must put in close on 24 hours a day as they shuttle back and forth across the skies, capturing all the alterations and additions to the lights below...
If Agent Balliram is still as thick as thieves with Interpol, how come they've not nabbed Samantha Lewthwaite yet?  Do you really believe they don't know where she is right at this moment?
If the over-qualified RF engineer Mr. Isaacs were tasked to hack into Balliram's system, could he do it and get away with it, and vice versa?
You've got Balliram's years and years of experience as a cracker, up against a self-confessed over-qualified radio frequency fundi, who do you think would come out on top?

I'm going to back the Bastard next door, if for the only reason that he's had more practical experience.. So no - I don't buy all this hunting for the White Widow guff, and I think they could pick her up anytime if they wished to... Meanwhile, she's providing an extremely useful tool to continue spreading division around the world, is she not?
Pretty much as Sbu Zikode and the abahlali have been manipulated since Nayager's heyday, to cause unrest at the informal settlements.. Whose genius idea was that?  Willies and his henchman, Nigel, along with their willing stooge over in Lacey Road?  If it's not political unrest being stirred up, it's the deliberately engineered arson, is it not?  The Controllers will claim the signal is weak in a specific corner of a squatter camp, and bingo, within a few days a fire will break out and destroy those shacks, which will be replaced smartly with the shiny silver laser-loving zinc sheets or sardine cans, thereby solving the problem...

I'd gone out onto the front lawn last night at 8.45pm to find the spotlight attached to Freddie's picket fence had been turned away from St. Theresa's and was now facing our property, along with a powerful light on one of the Plumber's outbuildings at No. 14.. Hau!
The previously friendly plumber no longer waves in amiable fashion as he goes about his business, and I wouldn't be in the least bit surprised if his well brought up and delightful son hasn't accessed our powerlines and sat on our walls with either Freddie or A as his tutor, on several occasions, as he strives to learn the art of employing the computerised laser monitoring program...
A really sad business this is, and there's no way he'll accept that his own mother's heart problems are directly attributable to this New Age technology he's come to embrace...
Would anyone care (or dare) to tell young Gareth that I've several photos in my hard-copy albums that might interest his papa?
The originals somehow vanished some time after they'd been transferred to this PC, which leads me to believe my Network Admin didn't care for them to be seen openly.. What were those two chaps doing hunkered down right up against the Plumber's wall like that?  Care to tellus, Freddie? Balliram?

What do I fancy doing on this deliciously wet day here in the Zone?  Really?  Wouldn't it be grand if I could get the GameWrecker to transfer one or two of the 36(?) remaining CDs of photos onto the computer, and to start posting those of interest on my Facebook cover, without interference from my ever-vigilant Monitors?
It's a given that many of those pictures were already corrupted back when Balliram had intercepted the memory stick regularly at the two outlets I used, but he's actually able to damage any picture he chooses, as I watch..
Something he'd achieved before my startled eyes, when I'd attempted to post a picture of all the giveaway white Telkom wireless boxes strung about in Renaud Road...
The photo had been fine one minute, and the next, both top and bottom had been 'browned out', rendering it useless.. So no, as much as I'd like to share those pictures with you, it won't be happening anytime soon.
Peace..

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Saturday 28th September 2013 at 9.57am.