Saturday, January 04, 2014

Rich pickings..
(begun Saturday 4th December at 9.40am..)


I've asked it before, and I'll ask it again... Who's the Area Controller that covers the powerlines feeding the home of the DA Councillor for Ward 31?  If you called Sentech over there in Springfield, would they check their records and give you the name you seek?
What qualifications does that chap/chapess hold?  Certainly not anything related to Electrical Engineering, despite the fact that they can, and sometimes do manage to set your assets on fire in their enthusiasm to monitor and record your everyday lives...
Did they do the quantum laser computer course up at Petruccione's lab at UKZN, or was it private classes with Agent Collin P, Balliram?  Is it possible that J's Controller is another protege of Earl Michael Barnabas, ex-Druglord and now philanthropist, who continues to rule much of the Zone?  

Why do I ask?  The young Councillor's no doubt baffled GP managed to come up with a diagnosis, and yet it's almost guaranteed when pressed for the cause of this so-called 'spastic oesophagus', the sky will fall before the good doctor factors in the possibility of wireless frequencies being involved..
That's precisely what it is folks, and justifiably, I smell the crass hand of Operative Balliram at work here...
It wasn't that long ago that that particularly peurile and unpleasant delight was unleashed on me as I sat in my bullseyed TV chair on a Friday evening, tucking into a chicken lasagne takeout... Whoever was on shift at the time had sought to up the entertainment for his/her cadets, and had suddenly blocked my throat in mid-swallow.

The results would have been hilarious, as my eyes had bulged and my face went purple, before I managed to projectile vomit the whole lot back into a handy dishtowel... Although probably not as popular as the footage stolen from my bathroom, it would nonetheless have done the usual rounds... Did it make it as far as vodacom's Jannie van Zyl, and did that little stoat insist that the Controllers up his way be given that specific combination to employ on their targets as well?

A spastic oesophagus?  Sure it'll go into spasm when a puff of that particular frequency is released at the young man, and it'll be pretty terrifying when it happens... As scary as the back-door Fabian Carey colon frequency that these 'official' savages employed across our area, creating a sudden rush on the local proctologists?  That'll be a charmer that's made it's way down to Musgrave/Essenwood by now, and my suggestion would be that if they pull it on you, you get checked out asap, and if you get the all-clear, accept that it's one of the new clutch of wireless weaponry that arrived here in Durban a couple of years ago, borne by our over-qualified RF Engineer, Rezah Isaacs, ex-Sentech.

I myself only have a paltry nine years of experience at the hands of these rabid dogs, though it's more than enough to speak with confidence on at least some of the near-alien magic being unleashed on Kwa-Zulu by Sutcliffe's so-called Smart City quantum laser/wifi surveillance technology...
You've got to reprogram your head and accept that in your line of work especially, you're going to be a prime target for all manner of mischief, but that as long as you can come to regard it, no matter how unpleasant, as interesting, rather than stressful, you should be okay...
Why do I give a toss either way, when the majority of politicians are masters of prevarication themselves?  Why, your mama adores you, and that's good enough for me...

I'd further suggest that in the future you update your Facebook status regularly with the wide variety of physical knocks you'll most likely endure from now on.. Sharp pains to your knees?  Jabbing knives to your head?  Your shoulder appears to have hit a brick wall?  Taken any needles to your eyes yet?  Any peculiar walls of heat in certain corners of your home?  Any of your lights dipping now and then?
Do you have a Government-recommended energy-saving lightbulb in the lamp next to your favourite chair?
Then FFS, change it for a good old-fashioned bulb, if you can still find them, for the CFL's make it that much easier for your quantum laser tormentors to hit you...

Share your experiences on Facebook in humorous fashion, that all may see the filth and corruption that lurks under the guise of this Smart City Project, and that like I've said from the getgo, there are innocent people across the country being hammered invisibly over their powerlines by the more unscrupulous and criminal of these laughably called Rainbow warriors...
I'd also be keen to hear when the holiday lodge that our Shadow Minister of Police stayed at, was last visited by an electrician... Way back when the booking was first made, or just a few days prior to the family's arrival?   Was there a great scrambling up ladders as boosters were installed, and powerful new lights stuck onto the walls?  All in the name of added security, of course *winks..

Where was that stolen information fed to?  Someone holed up in the chalet/lodge right next door, or is there a copshop nearby?  A Station that had a sudden influx of high-ranking officers in the days just before DKB's arrival?  You need to ask yourselves on whose side those eavesdroppers are on, and why they'd go to the bother of wiring up that holiday home to capture her casual conversations...
Could Ms. Zille give Dianne the answers to any of my questions?  Is Helen herself fully aware of ALL the astonishing qualities of this invasive technology?

That what you scribble on the pad next to your chair may be zoomed in on invisibly, and read?  That hiding large sums of money about your home is a joke?  That your own personal vehicle will acquire a booster installed surreptitiously when next it's at the Agents?  A booster that could assist your Trackers in corrupting your car's onboard computer remotely, should they wish to, or alternatively, black you out temporarily as demonstrated on my uncle J?
You can count on being reassured from every angle, by people that you trust, to regard me as a lunatic with a bone to pick...
Get real and make up your own minds.. We are all, each and every one of us, currently being subjected to the biggest scam the world has ever seen.. A deadly con that resembles a bloody game of Russian Roulette...
Each time you or Kyle, or Sanjay, or Sipho, glide into your neighbour's home via their powerlines, or an artificially created wind tunnel, you're doing their health a mischief... You've been brainwashed into believing your actions are for these innocent's own good?  And there I'd thought that I was the Queen of the Idiot Fairies! Bah!

Has the newly erected streetlight on the corner of Locksley and Garbutt been running 24/7, since it was hastily put up on Thursday 19th December?  Just in time for the quantum laser Peeping Toms to gobble up the rich pickings on that stretch, as business owners and workers alike get to spend a relaxing time at home over the holidays?  Course, these Warriors won't be looking out for the criminals who prowl our streets, as they'll be way too busy indoors, invading your privacy and watching Miriam take a shower, or Robert a dump..
And you think I'm JOKING?
Peace julle...

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Saturday 4th January 2014 at 11.38am.