Keeping up appearances...
(begun Friday 10th January at 5.30pm.)
*You want I should fit your idea of me as the bullying, brash Missus Bucket? Can do. Or would you prefer me to play the snivelling, cowering victim of your excesses? Not a problem.. Pleasant is rather more difficult to achieve, but it can be done...After all, if I've learned nothing else since my total take-over by Agent Balliram, it's to be a shape-shifter par excellence, in order to survive...*
I think it was the Rocket Scientist Karl Muller who'd suggested one refer to it as a state of keen awareness.. For myself, I've grown comfortable with the term paranoia, for I've certainly acquired 'an abnormal tendency to suspect and mistrust others', and I'd be a liar to deny it...
Take young Warwick Chapman for example.. He's relocated to Cape Town, and my guess is that he's joined the so-called 'Good' team of ferrets in an effort to swell the ranks of the quantum Warriors down that way... Will he work from out of a Radio Station during office hours, and then head back home to hop onto a local area network, before sliding into his neighbour's homes unseen? How could he resist?
You can keep your woonga, your tik, and your heroin.. Students of the computerised quantum laser program will find themselves becoming more addicted by the day (and night), as they gradually start to realise that they literally hold the power of life and death in their hands...
That one burst too many of a specific frequency may trigger a deadly cancer in the old man two doors down, while their enthusiasm on their visits to the woman across the road appear to have crippled her overnight...
These students will be encouraged to shrug off these 'errors' as a part of their learning curve, and day by day, they'll come to feel less remorse for the misery their clandestine visits are causing the nearby residents.. Ultimately creating just what the Project Authors are looking for... An obedient and cold-hearted Quantum Warrior who won't hesitate to carry out orders, and who supports the idea of a One World Order whole-heartedly...
Not necessarily because they've researched the concept and found it to be ideal, but probably more likely that they were backed into a corner financially, and couldn't even find the fees for their children's schooling..
Saturday 11th January at 4.09am
How many of the people living inside the Nkandla compound are already reeling from the fallout of the big switch-on? Is Jacob aware that he's created a possible death trap for all those who've been allowed to set up home within it's walls? Has he paid millions for a security system that could end up picking off members of his family and friends, never mind the staff required to run the place?
As an ex-Head of Intelligence, where would he go to find Agents he could trust, to run the monitoring within his own walls?
If the man is truly as shrewd and as cunning as some would have us believe, I can't accept that he would spend any more time than was absolutely necessary on that luxurious property, either above or below ground..
Who was it that had persuaded him he'd be safe there? His old friend Mo Shaik? The Guptaboys? Has the awful realisation that he's been played for a sucker hit him yet, and do the Men in Black reassure him they'll give him safe haven outside of that over-wired and deadly bolt-hole he's been encouraged to create?
Study that nighttime shot of Nkandla and know for a fact that whoever is in charge of operating the quantum laser/wifi surveillance system within that laager, has the means to pick off each and every one of the people living inside those walls, at their leisure..
Let the greedy Fatcats fry, they more than deserve it? Has it not occurred to you that the President is not the only patsy in this beautifully engineered scenario?
That your thoughts have been collectively manipulated to regard Jacob Zuma as the sole source of all the misfortunes that have befallen our country? When in fact you'd have been better off paying attention to the ladders resting against your streetlight poles, and the chaps in blue shirts, clustered about switchboxes in each suburb? To the amount of water running freely down your street, and the constant irritating blackouts, with cable 'theft' being trotted out as the cause...
What are your kids doing out there on the airwaves in their spare time? Do they flounce and brush you aside if you dare ask?
I'd not be in the least bit surprised to find that our Slim Lenny over at Sydenham Heights is already a Recruit to the Data Thieves Army.. That he regularly joins his peers online, to improve his hacking skills, and to learn the art of employing the advanced wireless weaponry against his neighbours... You've heard him over at the Sydenham Community News Facebook page, and have had ample time to draw your own conclusions on his character.. If you were a tenant/resident at Block B, how would it make you feel knowing that this young man could well be inside your apartment, invisibly watching you take a bath and getting dressed for work?
You wouldn't have a clue of his presence, despite that your immune system may attempt to sound the alarm.. Sudden dizziness or nausea, a few sharp jabs at your temple, knife-like pains to a joint area, will all be shrugged aside as some brief inexplicable nastiness to be ignored...
What have you done? All the prayers in the world cannot undo what you've allowed to happen, although I can't see how you could've avoided it...
It must have been around midday yesterday when the familiar face of Telkom's Siyabonge had turned up at our gates in response to the GameWrecker's Fault report...He'd said that some of the cabling had been nicked down in the valley, but that it had only affected No 18 and our landlines.. He'd said he didn't understand the theft, as the cabling was worth squat, but that he was there to repair it...
He'd put a fault tracer into the wall jack, established where the problem was, and had left, saying he'd be back later... He was gone for ages, and by the time he returned, he'd already fixed the Samuel's line up at No. 18.. It took him just a few minutes to re-establish our connection and we were good to go...
At some point I'd asked him who would be intercepting our calls from now on, but he'd pretended not to hear me, and I'd left it...
That's exactly what I think happened here yesterday.. Tying up loose ends? The control of our landline was finally removed from Agent Balliram's care and given to someone else nearby to manage instead... Sabeera at No. 18? Freddie at No. 12? I've absolutely no idea, but hopefully the levels of mischief we've endured with our landline alone, will be lessened in the future, although it remains to be seen whether the manipulated interference on that line will continue...
LATER at 5.55am.
I'd taken an almighty thwack to my lower back just after 5.30am, as I'd crossed in front of the microwave.. The BackFire frequency has now spiked as well, as I sit here scribbling at the desk.. May I guess? That a deliberate 'the more the merrier attend the Bathtime Matinee' edict has been pronounced, ensuring that my pain levels rocket?
When the Muni Water Department employee had passed that remark some time last year, I hadn't fully understood what he was referring to, only that it involved Sutcliffe's Smart City Project... He'd said 'They've done this side, but they haven't started on the other side of Jan Smuts Highway yet'.
It now seems that the lack of water pressure we experienced yesterday was nothing compared to the problems encountered by other residents in the area..
Howell Road has had no water for TWO days??
There'd been a thread created on the Sydenham Community News Facebook page by the Microwave Boffins Missus, when I'd signed in yesterday morning... Turned out in the end that several residents over there in Candella Road had had their water meters 'stolen', and that despite her son had seen the water fountaining up into the air when he'd left for work, he'd omitted to call back home and tell her.. Odd, don't you think?
Course, now the penny has dropped, and it all makes perfect sense... What the water guy had been referring to, was the computerisation of the water lines, and that while this had already been achieved here, over the other side of Jan Smuts in Candella and 45th Avenue, it had yet to be done..
And that my dear Watson, is precisely why those meters were 'stolen' in Candella Road yesterday morning, as the techs work to link those lines to the Grid... How many thousands of litres of precious water were lost during that operation is anyone's guess, and I'd be intrigued to know whether the devout Missus P is comfortable knowing that at the end of it all, her water supplies will be able to be individually controlled and even tampered with, should the powers that be single them out for any specific 'experiments/tests'...
Were you to suspect that Neil MacLeod was running his 'grey' water through your lines, you have a connection who would test the water for you? Not any more you don't.. I'd suggest that anyone qualified to run such tests has already been signed on to the Project to ensure their silence and complicity...
Did you hear the bang as yet another nail was driven into our collective coffins?
Do you seriously think you'd be able to see or smell if the water had been contaminated in any way? You're kidding me, right?
Are you familiar with the sound your geyser makes as it refills after you've drawn your bath? If you live across the other side of Jan Smuts Highway, maybe you should start paying attention to those sounds, and to any sudden leaks that occur on the pipes that run into your home.. Is your geyser playing up? The answer is that your personal water supplies are now being connected to a central computerised system and that any damages incurred during the change-over will be at your expense...
Take your phone or your digital camera and record and save the numbers on your water meter EVERY DAY from now on, as that information may just save you a bucketload of cash in the near future...
I'd been treated so kindly by my Shift Monitors yesterday afternoon and evening, that I'd actually gone down on my knees sometime after 8pm to thank them for withholding the worst of the BackFire frequency.. I'd gone to bed sometime after 10pm, just as dear Balliram had arrived home and had pulled into the bottom of his driveway.. Not long after that, the BackFire had spiked briefly to announce his presence...
Am I out of the woods? Can I at last see a glimmer of light at the end of this horrendous tunnel? Not a freaking chance!
I must go entertain the Peeping Toms.. You take care out there and,
peace...
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Saturday 11th January 2014 at 8.06am.
