Section 72
(begun Sunday 10th November at 4.55am..)


It goes without saying that many of you will have lost interest in what appears to be an endless litany of the ailments, aches, and pains that I allege are administered to me by Sutcliffe's Smart City Agents...If that's the case it's tough, though at least my tormentors will be able to divvie up the scores they achieve when nailing me...

By 12.40pm yesterday, Someone made up their mind to have a concentrated go at me... I'd been dozing out on the verandah when I'd first become aware of a persistent, but cautious jabbing at the lymph gland area on the side of my neck...It was different, in that for once it hadn't included my fillings...
By 2.45pm I'd been sitting back in the lounge, and my Shift Monitor was going at the same area hammer and tongs... The give-away?  The minute my old man came through to say something, those jabs to my neck had simply ceased completely, to be replaced instantaneously by the more reliable Backfire frequency...
It's just virtual pain, and won't cause me any lasting damage?  If you've been following at all, you'll recognize that whopper straight off..

They'd been so keen, they'd even taken a few random jabs to my throat during the Bathtime Matinee, and when I'd settled back down to watch the Box at 5.30pm, they'd gone after that same area with a will...
By that time the discomfort had reached my ear, but still no squeals from my metal-mouth.. At 6.30pm I'd acquired a full-on earache and had logged it on the pad next to me, at which point soon afterwards, it had all been dumbed down..
Random cruelty, or serious intent?
The intensity of the ache applied to the back of my legs had me clawing my way out of a deep sleep at 11.50pm, and as far as I'm concerned, that particular viciousness explains the reason for the dry, scaly, red 'burn' marks that have arrived recently on just the backs of my thighs...

After all this time I'm more sensitive to these ministrations than most of you, but you need to ask yourselves why you too, have begun battling to sleep, and you wake up continuously in the dead of night for no apparent reason.. Stress?  You think?  Here's an idea... Why don't you pull the plug that feeds your bedside lamp, and put your befokte cellphone over by the door for a couple of nights, and see if things improve..?
You feel naked if it's not within hand's reach?  Man, you're giving yourself to these skanks on a plate!
Every suburb is now teeming with Recruits who will follow their Controller avidly into the privacy of your home to sit and gawp as he demonstrates how the different wireless frequencies may be applied to your comatose body, and very often those attentions will wake you, but you won't know why...

When you get up the next morning you may find you have a dull ache in your knees, back, or wrists, but you'll shrug it off until the next night...
It's possible that the intensity of those nightime forays will trigger a cancer somewhere in your system, and then you're pretty much screwed...  Wouldn't it be great if all those that are encountering some seriously weird aches and pains and sleep deprivation took to updating their Facebook status with those details?  How quickly would you realise that you're not alone, and that there's a stealthy operation underway to see just how much radiation the local population can take?

That the designated Area Controller and their Recruits have been given carte blanche to unleash copious amounts of unregulated wireless frequencies in your home night and day, in order to sort the men from the boys, so to speak...
If you're a mouthy, opinionated simpleton like myself, you can guarantee you're going to end up getting more than your fair share of this cowardly attention, but I'd hazard that plenty of the Cadet monitors themselves will land up with health problems...
Will that deter them from continuing their duties?  Are you kidding me?  Once this sophisticated bug bites, and you've been ushered invisibly into a neighbour's home to hear and watch their activities, you're a goner, and hooked for life...

You keeping an eye on the numbers out there, Snr. Petruccione?  You can't be bothered?  How many residents are diagnosed with diabetes within 6 months of Raw Power or Howard's Electrical arriving in their quiet street to rig up the Smart City surveillance technology?  Hell, you must have some idea, surely?  How many here in the 'trial' zone of Sydenham and Sherwood were hit during 2004/6 as Agent Balliram fumbled his way around those little streets, to set up the required paths for the lasers, and to link up those power supplies under his control?
How many hip and knee replacements were needed before the appalling fluctuations of power and wireless settled down to a steady hum?  How many cases of early-onset arthritis were given as the reason behind the knife-like pains many of the community endured during this period, and how many were laid low with the debilitating dry spasmodic cough, or flu-like symptoms, for weeks on end?

How's about the blood tests, Frankie?  A gap that I'm betting was closed soon after my own Vice Chair gave that game away when his tests all came back negative, apart from his white blood cell count?  Did the Druglord hastily see to it that at least one or two of the lab technicians at the Blood banks were enlisted to the Cause, to juggle those numbers and re-adjust the results?  Alex?  You know anything about that?
That DA Councillor went down with something pretty horrific a couple of days ago...
Would her untampered-with blood samples have provided anything interesting?
A sudden dramatic change to her white blood cell count perhaps?  Not something we're ever likely to know now, is it Earl?
Am I trying to cause a major panic here?  To frighten you even more than the waves of criminals employed to terrorise your neighbourhood?  No ways.  I'm merely attempting to wake you up to see just how you and yours are being so cunningly manipulated by a Force that's hell-bent on controlling the country, if not the whole darned world...

Monday 11th November at 3.45am

You can call it cloud-cover if you like, but it's more like a thick bank of fog from where I'm sitting here at the desk... It looks too much the same night after night, to be real, and it does an ace job of keeping things down here either wet or damp.... Yeah - I'm circling it again, but the Boffins needn't fear I'll ever have a revelation on the connection between the ultra-short lasers and water...
What happened at around 3pm yesterday afternoon?  Was the Shift Monitor busy watching the GameWrecker as he bumbled about in the courtyard, and they'd forgotten me for a moment?
Something had me pick up my brick and dial the *111# without missing a beat, and then Answer 1, Answer 1 and whoa!  There it was... You have R9 airtime and 64sms... I'd taken it outside quickly, to show the GW that it was functioning perfectly as it ought to, although Balliram had scrambled to recover lost ground, as the next thing a message had flashed up saying something like Transaction not complete.. *chokes..

Too little too late, Knob, and I rest my case.. There's absolutely nothing wrong with my Nokia brick that lopping off your grubby fingers wouldn't improve... Ooops?...
Where's the Section 72 that says you've permission to control our phones?  Huh?  Which judge signed that order allowing you to to access our powerlines as well? It would've been the now departed Sydenham Station Head, Glen Nayager in charge at the time.. So, which judge had signed that interception of privacy order?  Don't bother trying to kid a kidder, dudes...We all know that a Section 72 is reserved for those with the brains and the clout to take you on.. Only then will that fictitious bit of paper be suddenly created and produced, ne?

I'd had a fairly pleasant day yesterday, with my Monitors sticking for the most part to a dumbed-down version of the Abdominal frequency.. Almost (dare I say it)enjoyable, but not disturbing... That had lasted right up until 6pm when the shit hit the fan as they cranked open the airwaves, and I'd taken the blast full-on in the fillings on the right side of my fat mouth as I'd sat in the lounge...
This time they'd avoided including my throat/neck area, but it had been a pretty unpleasant evening nonetheless.. At about 8.15pm, Someone nearby had set off one of those whistling rockets, just in case any of us had forgotten which Team rules the roost in the area...

I'd taken myself to bed at 8.25pm, and they'd waded in straight away..By 8.55pm my fillings were shouting the odds again, and I'd taken a slew of Knives to the cancer, plus a donkey kick to my side, when a solitary hadeda out in the dark valley had noisily protested at the changes to the airwaves..
I'd been up to pee at 2.30am, and had let the dogs out for a run.. No Backfire, no fillings, no nada.. Brilliant..
I'd been back in bed just minutes later, when the Telkom wireless warbler had erupted from the wireless box nearby, and by about the tenth shriek, my fillings and earache were back... (the same wireless boxes that Missus Telkom had vehemently denied played any role in the Smart City technology). At about the same time that deep background hum that I've reported so many times, had appeared to go nuts, and it crossed my tiny mind that Someone was sucking on one spliff too many out there..
By 3.35am I'd given up trying to put the flames out on my hand, and had heaved myself off of Cloud 9 for the day...

My growing addiction to Facebook has been nipped in the bud, although as usual I've no-one to blame but myself.. I couldn't stop my gag reflex from kicking in when I'd popped over to the Sydenham Community News page to find the Microwave Boffin's Missus extolling her own intellectual virtues, and reminding everyone of just how devout she is... While a great many of her posts and comments make perfect sense, and she's by no means a bad person, there comes a point where my gorge rises at her involvement in this inhumane surveillance Project, and her outright denial that it even exists...
The Project Planners certainly knew what they were doing when they went after the Devout in this area, as they've proven to be a doddle to manipulate...
Peace..

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Monday 11th November 2013 at 8.33am..