Cringe-worthy...
(begun Saturday 7th December at 3.09am..)


Are you up for more crazy yet?  It's been a week since last I battered your ears with my repetitious efforts to wake you up, and not that much has changed since then... Whether it's caution or kindness, the daylight hours have been somewhat more bearable, but comes the late afternoon and the night, and the Operatives wade on in to ours to have their fun as usual...
This morning's thick silence is broken by the sound of steady rain, and the intermittent squeak of an enhancer just outside the window, while a muted and rough wireless song runs in the background..
It doesn't really matter what town or city you live in, as by now you'll have your own little growing collective of laser-wielding pseudo-Agents, practising their skills more often than not after dark...
Have you managed to pick up your own personal 'cricket' yet?  The sometimes thready, sometimes shrill squeak or chirrup of an unseen insect that inevitably kicks in at your front gate?  A fairly simple means of verifying whether your home is already linked to the quantum laser/wifi surveillance Grid, or whether that thrill still awaits you...

It had been around 10am on Thursday, and I'd been standing up top waiting for my old man to pick me up as usual, when the non-descript white car had pulled into No. 16 and vanished onto the property.. Narcissus?  His brother perhaps?  The good man himself?  That little scenario has happened often on the same day at around that time, although I'd not given it much thought at all... The Polo had arrived ten minutes later and I'd climbed on in and shut the door, only to be hit by a series of extremely unpleasant knives to the back... I'd been justifiably miffed and had hauled out the envelope of sisalation that I carry with me and had put the GameWrecker's two cellphones in there and sealed it up...
It didn't occur to me until much later that the occupant of that car who'd arrived at No. 16 may have been rushing home to join our regular Thursday Trackers, and that in his enthusiasm he'd managed to hit me repeatedly on my cancer...

Prameet is after all, one of Agent Balliram's earliest success stories, is he not?  One who'd taken to invading our home's privacy like a duck to water, with no conscience at all... One who would've been persuaded by his Tutor to shrug off Sue the Book's groans of pain, No. 4's tears of agony, and my own curses, as something to be cheerfully ignored... You find that impossible to believe? You've forgotten their pack of dogs and the Rattex already?  Search my blogs for Rattex and refresh your memory why don't you, and see for yourselves just how kind that young man is...

What are YOUR kids up to, this Festive Season?  They've finished school and have no job prospects but they've been invited to join the Project with promises of a great future?  Frankly you have no idea exactly what your offspring are doing out there over the airwaves, as they're taught the art of invading their neighbour's privacy, and you don't want to know... You tell yourself it keeps them occupied and off the streets, and that's good enough for you?
You've always found my writing to be melodramatic and implausible, and my claims have been refuted, so no worries? Shame.
It matters not that someone has quite possibly attempted to redeploy the Sadist for some of the time at least...
The mere fact that he continues to be employed in any section of this monstrous and inhumane project at all, should be more than enough to warn you that the Experiment Authors do not have anyone's welfare at heart other than their own...

A grudge?  You see this as no more than some personal vendetta I have against Collin P. Balliram? If that's the case, this blog isn't for you at all, and you're better off continuing to state the obvious regarding the Ruling Party's corruption... A corruption that has for two decades been nurtured and fostered by the telecom's giants and their puppets, until the time was ripe to make their move...

Jump with me back to Thursday, and the wonders of the Project's tracking devices... It was after 1pm and we'd turned off into Salisbury Avenue over the other side of Jan Smuts Highway, opposite St. Elizabeth's church... We'd arranged to pick up the dog's wors at hers, and my old man had pulled off the road to give her a call and say we were a minute away... I'd dug his phones out of the sisalation pouch and he'd said immediately that the phones had no signal, before those bars had suddenly reappeared (good hey?) and a call had come through...
You remember the scam Agent Balliram had set up months ago, when there'd supposedly been an ad placed in a rag stating that my old man wished to sell his Polo for a ridiculously cheap price?  How his phone had subsequently driven him nuts, with calls coming in day and night? My Controller's sense of humour knows no bounds...

The first call that had come through after the phone's signal was restored on Thursday, had been an enquiry about that fake ad... Someone sitting under the Westville cop-shop radio mast at the time?  Any ideas Stephen?  Keith?
See, it's like this... Everyone knows that cellphones now provide an easy method of tracking a target, but it would appear that to actually overhear and monitor conversations held inside the vehicle, a little extra oomph is required... ie. An Agent will dial you deliberately with a wrong call,  to kick start your phone, which is precisely what happened on Thursday....

How many times had Colonel Mngomezulu pulled up on my verge for a private chat and his cellphone had rung almost immediately, ensuring that our conversation was carried to, and shared with, Glen Nayager and Agent Balliram?  How many times had I pulled onto my Vice Chair's verge and the same thing had happened?  Is this all old hat?  Does our DA Shadow Minister of Police know to turn her phone off and to put it into a pouch of sealed sisalation when she wishes to have a private face-to-face conversation with someone?
Is she aware that even the most casual remarks made in the privacy of her own home are now recorded and stored, and may be used against her at any point?

Straight after he'd taken the call regarding the fictitious sale of the Polo, he'd managed to get her on the phone and had said we were coming to pick up the wors...
She'd replied that she was at Waxy's and to come do a drive-by and fetch it there, which we'd done...Whether she and her two companions out there on the verandah were involved in the Project upgrade underway nearby, is unknown, but anything is possible...
We'd pulled out of the pub's parking lot and hung a left into Dunbar Avenue, only to find much busyness underway... Two enormous mercury vapour lamps strung up on either side of the entrance to that little street were active, and further on we came across three red-suited SN Retic employees up a ladder at THIS house...(search my blogs for SN Retic if you're interested in some of their previous activities).
By the time I'd gotten the Panasonic out, the chap had shinned down his ladder at speed and they were trotting down the road to the next pole of interest... Was that a shiny new white Telkom wireless box they'd just hung up on the pole, facing that home, HERE, and how many residents on that stretch are already feeling the effects of all that unregulated wireless in Dunbar Avenue?  Who's the Area Controller for that section?  As it's within spitting distance of the Westville Station, can we assume the Main Man lurks in an office on those premises, or is there an Agent like Balliram, ensconced in one of those properties, who bounces the stolen feed across to a colleague at SAPS?

LATER at 5am

It's still raining.. I confess I took it personally when my Excellent Neighbour's two big dogs appeared to be blocked from coming round to their kitchen door.. I'd foolishly thought she was perhaps irritated by the conversations I held with them, but I've come to realise that's probably not the case at all..
See HERE those two black rubber garbage bins set up outside their bathroom and toilet area?  See the hose-like connections that run from the pipes on the wall into those bins?
What will happen when the rain eventually stops and the summer heat kicks in?  Will the flies be even worse than they were last year?
I find I can forgive them pretty much anything, and on the odd occasion I glimpse him going by, he appears to be carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders...

If he'd asked me I would've told him that their waterlines have been cursed for decades, and that no matter what they do, there's going to be a problem...
Is it all worth it?  Seriously?  For that chap, who works harder than anyone I know, to have to face dealing with raw sewage each day, to facilitate the fibre now running into their home?
To see to it that the flies and the stench are dealt with timeously and they don't give the game away?  A truly appalling situation, and one they've gone into knowingly, with no possibility of escape...
Our courtyard walls at the end nearest No. 10 are bleached almost white HERE, and show no sign of the black sooty substance that covers the rest of our walls and terraces... Oddness, and an indication that whatever it is that's been seeping down from our Good Neighbour's property for several years is the cause of that startling phenomenon...
While the stretch of acalypha shrubs planted between us, continues to spring back to life after each brutal pruning, the stone walls don't appear to have fared quite so well...

Did the Welz boys get my Facebook message in the end?  Another boat I've missed by a mile?  Is young Adam already a participant in their local group of computerised quantum laser program users?  Has he, like so many others, been mesmerised by it's advanced properties into believing it's genuinely for the good of the land?  Why would he be any different to the rest of the intellectuals who've fallen for this world-changing scam?  Why would either of them pay any heed to a confirmed Idiot's warning that she has nine years of first-hand knowledge that all it not what it appears to be?  That even their friend Johan would be unable to describe what it's like to be rigged up as a Learning Centre for this New Age army's recruits to come practise in?
Peace..

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Saturday 7th December 2013 at 7.28am..