Tentacles...
(begun Monday 14th October at 5.15am..)
Did you ever bother to ask just where this astonishing combination of quantum laser and wireless technology originated from?
And you were happy to believe that young Frankie and Stefanus simply conjured it up together in the UKZN Physics Lab? Oh, please... Sure, they will have tweaked it to make it more compatible to the South African demographic, but I'd lay odds this technology's been around for way longer than the Boffins would have you believe..
Have the Yanks linked up all of their towns and cities to a similar Grid already, or is much of America still free of the CIA's groping, ferreting fingers? Bragging like that of their ability to control the population via their appliances tells me that more than a few of the Men in Black have already succumbed to the Omnipotence Disease, and regard themselves as some sort of powerful deity...
Deities that perhaps were encouraged to see South Africa as a plum, ripe for the taking, even before the nineties? As it turns out, it looks as though they managed to sit on their grubby hands at least until Mo Shaik had ensured Zuma considered him to be his BFF.. Hell, for all I know the initial approach could've been made to Thabo, but he'd been sharp enough to decline?
So, the CIA sell the idea of controlling our country through the use of a technology so advanced and so powerful, that Mo fell over himself to sign on the dotted line, and they'd sweetened up Jackie at the time, by making him Head of Interpol... It's not too much of a stretch to imagine it was our Intelligence Head's task to get Dubai on board, and to sell the sheiks the idea that with their financial assistance SA could be under Islamic rule within a couple of decades, once the controlling surveillance technology covered the country...
Whoppers from the getgo, as I very much doubt the Shaikboyz would themselves have ever bought into that particular sales pitch...
Nonetheless, they'd have seen the opportunity to become as rich and powerful as Croesus, and Mo wouldn't have hesitated to sell his community downriver...
The Project Authors would've left it to him to come up with the key Puppets that were required.. Puppets like Michael Sutcliffe, who would himself have been tasked to go all out, schmoozing the local Ruling Party heavyweights, until he finally landed the crucial City Manager's job he'd needed to kick off the surveillance technology's installation...
Michael Barnabas? Maybe, as I've suggested often enough, it had been Schabir who'd put the Druglord's name forward as an ideal candidate for Promoting and Marketing the Smart City technology to Church leaders here in the Zone... Our Earl would've been given a couple of years grace to do his amazing shapeshift into a philanthropic born-again christian, and the Sydenham community were goners...
He'd have had his web of spies looking out for anyone and everyone who was in trouble, financial, or otherwise, at which point he'd step forward and bail them out... Pretty much ensuring that when he approached them to hop on board the Smart City project, there was no hesitation at all...
Does anyone remember whose idea it had been in the first place? Did the CIA approach the Telecom's giants, or was it the other way around? Not the sort of detailed info you have access to, Janneman? Care to speculate a bit? What year was it that Telkom had begun laying their original fibre optic network around the country? About the same time Mo Shaik was being whispered to, of a fantastic means of controlling our population?
Hey, it's all just guesswork, but the circumstantial evidence is pretty overwhelming, don't you think?
I guess that once the Project Planners had seen the astonishing speed with which the Druglord was able to fulfull his mandate, they'd seen to it that news of this remarkably invasive technology was spread far and wide, to both the Seriously Corrupt and the Really Good...?
Thereby seeing to it that both sides would be forced at some point to work together, just as our own pseudo-Intelligence Officer Balliram has been allowed to jump the fence and join the White Hats, along with several of his equally rotten colleagues...
Would you care to point out the glaring errors in my tale, Mr. van Zyl? Or have I pretty much nailed it so far? The greed and corruption among the Ruling party Fatcats has been nurtured and fostered all along, and a fine example would be that of the Town Planner himself, who allowed the young Metro Police constable Mpisane to evade justice and return to the fold, where he and his wife were granted special favours sufficient to make them millionaires..
Tuesday 15th October at 4.50am
The gloves had been off for much of yesterday, from the moment I'd staggered out of bed, with hints of the pinch to my lower back and sides, and jabs to my ear and neck... Each time I'd passed by the microwave, the TV, or the jackpoint in the bedroom, those nasty sensations had suddenly doubled..
You'll know by now that by 10am I'd had my fill of the nonsense, and had sent my distress texts to Spence, Holson, and Logie Naidoo..
What you may not be aware of, is that just eight minutes later, the pain in my jaw and neck had all but disappeared, although the pinch to my sides (muffin top area) had if anything, increased...
When I'd checked out of the window at 10.50am, the pretty blue Beemer had been replaced by a vehicle bearing the Trap Alarms logo...And now for something completely different?
Do my distress texts ever reach their destinations? Does the Speaker have to fend off awkward questions on the subject of his erstwhile colleague's Smart City project, and the effect it's having on the citizens of eThekwini? The control of both our cellphones and landline also fall under Agent Balliram's jurisdiction, as I'd been reminded yesterday at 7.45am...
I'd been sitting here at the desk, sending out the CPF Meeting reminders, when my brick had said we were out of money...
I'd duly fetched my new vouchers and loaded my R55 airtime, and as usual the confirmation had arrived within seconds...
I hadn't been quite so fortunate with my R49 vodacom(!) sms bundle voucher, and it had declined to load, forcing me to use the horrendously expensive airtime to finish sending out all my reminders... I'd tried again at lunchtime to load the R49 voucher, once again without success...
You've had this happen to you? I'm making a big deal out of nothing? Hah! I don't consider vodacom glugging down my R49 without providing what I paid for, as nothing, and simply see it as further evidence of the corruption available to the unqualified Louts who've been given more power over people's lives than is wise...
It would've been dead easy for the Expert in the Field next door to simply block that voucher number, as a tiny arse-kissing gesture made to his mentor, vodacom's Strategist, Jannie van Zyl, and here's hoping his crass behaviour will earn him a slap on the wrist instead, although it's unlikely... I must go feed the birds...
LATER at 5.37am
I confess that yesterday's extremely unpleasant pinch to either side of the fat roll that circles my waist had been an entirely new sensation, and one that may just have been introduced since the cherry-picker arrived on Saturday morning to repair and 'adjust' the poles 4-12...
When I'd finally hit the sack last night at 9.45pm, it had been to experience yet another strange and new sensation, and I'd lain there as someone had busily grovelled about near my womb? Bladder? You know when you get a wroggly tummy, and you can actually feel it grumbling and moving about? Yeah.. Like that, only in quite the wrong area, which I'd found sufficiently disturbing to log, on the pad next to me..
Almost a vibrating sensation, and neither pleasant nor unpleasant, but simply disturbing?
I'd been woken during the night as usual.. Once when Sophie had borne the brunt of a specific frequency and had levitated from the bed to the floor, flapping her ears frantically, before jumping back up again..
I'd been aware of that nasty pinch to my sides at the time, but had been allowed to go back to sleep..
I got up at 4am without so much as a hint of discomfort. No wall of Backfire frequency, no pinch, or dull ache, no nothing..
That happy situation had lasted right up until I'd gone out onto the verandah ten minutes ago to feed the birds, at which point his aim had been true, and he'd whacked me dead centre in the lower back, without any warning..
Are any of you beginning to see what's looming on the horizon? Why I spit on the lies put forth by the USA's Men in Black, that they plan on controlling their population via their electrical appliances? When the truth of the matter is that it's YOU and YOUR health they can now control and manipulate, as demonstrated so frequently by the Puppet Balliram, and his associates, on their forays into ours...
Think what could be achieved on a person with a pre-existing condition, or a less-than-sturdy immune system than mine, and you will have your answer to the huge increases in diabetes, early-onset arthritis, and cancers...
In response to one of several whines I'd posted on my new platform yesterday, it had been suggested that I had the option of moving out of the area..
Really? Are you serious, or have you not had the full premise behind the Smart City Project explained to you? It is set to cover the entire country, and to reach every village and outpost along the way...
The charming and psychotic Agent Balliram would be able to reach me with ease, no matter where I went.. Something that even this confirmed Idiot can grasp...
I would therefore like it on record that to the best of my knowledge the physical assaults that I endure emanate solely from the actions of the powerdrunk bully Agent Baliram, and his side-kick the Accountant, and that if my Excellent Neighbour were to genuinely be left solely in charge, very little of these tortures would be taking place, if any...
Sure, I could be badly mistaken, but I don't feel that she's capable of the levels of spite and malevolence that go to make the much-prized Cracker what he is today...
Peace..
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Tuesday 15th October 2013 at 3.37pm.