Tools of the trade..
(begun Tuesday 5th November at 3.35am.)

*The armed invasion of my CPF ex-Treasurer's home up the road last night, bears closer scrutiny indeed...
 The lack of response by SAPS, the lack of any of their three or four dogs barking, and the delay in the panic button activating, all point to engineered mischief employing the Smart City technology, and the control Balliram has over cellphones in this area...*

Ambience?  The Telkom stirrer on the pole nearby had us awake at about 2.30am, and ja, the ambience hadn't been too bad until I'd given the inevitable spasmodic bark and had backfired a couple of times, neatly ruining the mood I'd been trying to create, and so here I am...
I'd taken that carefully fuzzied Facebook profile picture myself, back when I was about 56 years old, and in the spirit of honesty had asked the kid to try updating it, this past Sunday morning..
The usual criteria had applied.. Stand as far away as you can with the camera, and preferably no flash, and by the time I crop the thing, it'll have to do....

He hadn't even transferred the results to the computer when a noisy notification from FB had bounced into the Nokia brick I foolishly refer to as mine..  Course the company present at the time couldn't appreciate the perfect timing of that sms, but I swear my bloodshot eyeballs had bulged just for a second...
'I've been looking at your profile pics and you're still quite the hottie?'  WTF?  One too many tight-end rucks, Investigator 247?
In his zeal to drive the knife home, our Fraud Investigator had then proceeded to use the word mature.. A word I particularly despise, and associate only with cheddar, and I'd finally gone back and said something along the lines of 'small, amusing cruelties aimed at the uncurably thick' and he'd retired into silence with the old IRC familiar 'heh?'...

What had I taken away from that less than arousing exchange?  For one thing, that the Controllers over in Blighty can become every bit as bored as our lot, and open to creating mischief, however peurile... While it's nice to know the fellow is keeping such a close eye on me, I have to question the company he associates with.. He had to have known I'd been out on the verandah just half an hour earlier, subjecting myself to a camera lens in the interests of honesty, and to do that he'd have had to chat to Balliram next door...
I'd finally managed to update my Facebook avatar later in the day, and that would've happily put paid to our Frosty's heavy-handed mockery once and for all...

I'm well aware of the junk out there that's doing the rounds.. The footage that my Controller makes available to all and sundry, including the dodgy Comms. Officer up at Sydenham SAPS, and to Mistuh Blobby over in Mayfield place... Footage that hopefully will do the eyes that view it, more damage than was done to my near non-existent ego... Rude? Common? Without those traits it would've been unlikely that a short while later, I'd been snickering at the depths my tormentors will sink to, and just how silly they are in mid-life...

LATER at 4.20am

It would appear that I'm not the only one that can create a wind, and once again I'd been sat in the bath yesterday when that weird funnel of wind had blown past me, heading towards the booster secreted in the Samsung washing machine...  The Beemer had pulled in earlier, although mercifully he must have had a decent day, as he hadn't knifed me while I was submerged under the water...
I'd been standing at the kitchen sink nearly an hour ago, by the open windows, when the plastic bags hanging on the cupboard had suddenly ruffled in a strong breeze, and I confess I was duly impressed...
There's not so much as a breath of wind out there, and I figure it's safe to assume that little gust was more evidence of my Controller's party tricks..

I'd be remiss if I didn't mention that a few days earlier I'd stood out on the verandah and watched as a decent-sized cloud of flying ants had provided a feast for the birds in the valley below.. They'd appeared to be emerging from the area below the Plumber's house at No. 14, and a fine sight they'd made in the early morning sunshine..
It's now 4.40am realtime, and I've looked up to find a thick grey mist is settling down over the gumtrees, and has all but obscured the orphanage across the valley...  A mist damp enough to continue accelerating the growth of the astonishing variety of fungi and lichens decorating our property...
The flora and fauna nearby would certainly seem to confirm Stef Roux's assertion that this invasive and controlling quantum laser/wifi technology is exactly as he claims.  Perfectly safe..

But of course it's not, is it Frankie?  I'd have to guess that the most dangerous period of time is during the initial set-up?  When the water table becomes seriously contaminated by Groesbeek's fibre through the waterlines, and a great deal of the birds and insects, including toads, disappear for starters?   When the wifi is hooked up to the streetlights and the designated Controller for the area begins to fumble with the enormous amounts of power he/she can push out from their wireless-friendly wall lights, very often stunting or frying trees visibly, that stand in their line of sight...
That'll be about when the nearby resident's immune systems begin to reel under the fallout and they're diagnosed with diabetes, cancers, or early onset arthritis?

Skip to a few years later, and the precise paths for the neighbourhood quantum laser program are in place, and the plant life begins to recover and the birds to return, and you'd be oblivious to the dangers surrounding you..
One of the routes in our front garden is pretty obvious, and if you were to watch the two little dogs, you'd find they seldom run down the verandah steps and head straight over to the toolshed. Instead, they hang a left at the bottom of the steps and inexplicably work their way around the braai area over to the wall, almost as if they're instinctively avoiding something that I certainly can't see... Something that hurts them?  Something coming from my Controller's bunker, or from the giant overheads down by No. 2? Hell, yes...
Although that unpleasantness is not always activated, it's nailed them often enough that they've learned to take the long way round more often than not, just in case..

One of the two recent arrivals in the weed department turned out to be a variety of chick weed, and I googled it to find that although I've always had plenty of THIS strain, after 25+ years the latest introduction has a rounded cup-like leaf, and is ten times harder to eradicate...  Those leaves retain any moisture in the air, and as I've described previously, create a diamond-studded blanket that will provide a handy beacon for the laser operators...
It's now 5.05am, and the grey mist has lifted a little, showing a clear sky beyond...
I can pretty much point out most of the designated paths in our back garden as well.. Starting with the one that runs parallel to our house wall, across the kitchen steps to No. 10.. There's another that crosses the centre of the courtyard, and another on the walkway heading up to the street..  Truth be told, there's hardly an inch up there that Sid Vicious hasn't covered, and I can be jolted with pain wherever I walk....
Do you have any idea at all of just how simple it is for ones Shift Monitor to hit you directly on the ankle or knee as you teeter about on those terraces and stairs?
That those areas already weakened by the repeated overnight assaults can have your knee give way and send you toppling to the ground at the touch of a well-directed ultra-short laser beam?

It slays me that you simply can't grasp the wonders of this deadly wireless weaponry, and just how vulnerable you've all become, whether you're a conscript or not...
Godknows why, but I'd been given a day's grace yesterday, and had made the most of it...  It had been pretty unsurprising to find that the GameWrecker's twisted foot had improved immensely as well, as that has been the focus of my Controller's attentions for a few weeks already..
Ahh Balliram.  I know you too well, do I not?  Like the Druglord Barnabas, there was a reason why you were chosen from among all the other possible candidates to kick off the Smart City 'trials', and it certainly wasn't just due to your Cracker skills alone...  Just like our Earl, it was your sheer contempt for your fellow-man and beast that had the Project Planners agreeing to your role in this inhumane experiment, and your ability to hide your cruelty beneath an amiable exterior.

Did I mention there was a rainbird nearby (Burchell's coucal) a few days ago?  He hadn't stuck around long, but just the sound of his liquid call had the old deja vu kicking in back to the days when they'd nest in the thunbergia covering our walls..
The lack of pain administered to us yesterday, (at least until the return of the blue Beemer late in the afternoon), is confirmation enough that the monitoring can be done without the brutal levels employed by our veangeful Controller, Collin P. Balliram.
The fact that he's permitted to continue assaulting us on a grand scale raises the question of who exactly is running this show?
The spurious 'it's unavoidable' excuse no longer carries any weight whatsoever, and I figure you're well aware of it.. So what does that make you?
The mist has come back down in the valley, and I'd hazard it's going to be a stinker later on...
Peace..

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Tuesday 5th November 2013 at 9.05am