Straight for the throat?
(begun Monday 13th January at 5am)


You're following the Save our Berea page on Facebook?  Did you check out the press article they'd reposted, written by one Devi Rajab?  The SoB's crowd (unfortunate acronym that) are meticulous, and unless the main players suddenly fall ill or worse, they could present a very real threat to at least a few of the Seriously Corrupt...
Where does the author of that particular re-posted article reside?  Has Sutcliffe already tracked her down and seen to it that the surveillance in her home and office has been stepped up?

Are the Save our Berea guys also heavily invested in the Smart City surveillance Project? Did they fall on the idea of being part of some sort of Trojan Horse initiative that would infiltrate the Corrupt and weed them out one by one?  A CROCK that so many of the Soundly Good have fallen for, since that Sales Pitch was first presented to them..  I'd like to think that so far the SoB's have escaped falling into that trap, or they maybe wouldn't have posted Devi's piece...
Have the lines between Ms Allopi and Sutcliffe's beachfront apartment been humming?  Does the little rat reassure her that the interest will fade, and that the illegal building operations will continue unhindered?

Damn, it's light outside already, and I'm running late..
Here's a point to ponder... I'd gone out to open the courtyard door for the GameWrecker early yesterday evening, and I'd heard a loud buzzing sound...
I'd strolled down the side path to find the noise was coming from the aircon unit facing the side of our house.. Is it on it's last legs, as I don't recall ever hearing it make that noise before?  It's the very same unit that has the ability to push out a wind strong enough to flatten your ears against your head, as previously blogged...  There wasn't so much as a breeze coming from it last night, just that loud buzzing sound.. Hmm... I'd asked the GW whether he'd noticed it, and he'd said it had begun doing that last week already... If it's designed to fit in with the idea that the Sadist no longer plays any role in our torture, it's another massive FAIL..

I'd barely staggered out of bed earlier this morning, when I was hit with the fearsome pinch to the lower back, and I'd been sorely tempted to call her up at No. 17 to verify that she too was taking strain in that area, the same as me...If a thorough check was done, you'd probably find that the widow Essay at No. 20 and the Plumbers wife at No. 14 were also hobbling about this morning, for no apparent reason.. Perfectly safe, Sr Petruccione?  Maybe your colleague Stefanus Roux's contribution would've passed on that score, but the amounts of unregulated wifi you brought to the mix ensure that the technology is a culling machine in it's own right...

LATER at 4pm

Was I surprised to learn that he'd acquired an abscess to go with his spastic oesophagus?  Hardly.  Will Sentech give up the name of the Area Controller for the stretch of road where the councillor resides? No? Then what about the Superintendent of Electricity for Durban, Allen Spence?  Hey Al - How're they hangin?  Want to spill the beans on who it is that's going after the young DA Councillor with a will, and why?  How does it work?  If J were to give his streetlight pole number to Richard at Raw Power, or to the boss at Howard's Electrical, could either of them call up the name of the civilian who's managing those powerlines?
And no, I don't believe that particular so-called quantum Warrior will hold any sort of degree in Electrical Engineering or Radio Frequencies...

It'll be some random bloke/gal that's proven to have few morals and a quick grasp of the use of the wireless weaponry, along with the computerised quantum laser program... An ex-student of Francesco Petruccione's up at UKZN perhaps, or someone connected to the Sydenham Druglord, Michael Barnabas?  If the latter, did they learn their craft from the arch-Cracker Collin P. Balliram, himself?
Obviously your targets all react slightly differently to these wondrous little-known frequency combinations, but nonetheless I'm going to go with the Throat Choker in this case...

When I'm treated to a puff of that charmer I cough spasmodically, but it's a giveaway dry, unproductive hack, totally unlike the juicy real-deal I've acquired from my years of puffing on the coffin nails..
You had way better results on my Vice Chair, did you not?  Hospitalised for tests, as his cough was so violent and uncontrollable he was blacking out... And all those tests had come back negative, apart from his white blood cell count... No point in the young Councillor going that route either, as that gap will've been closed since then, and it's unlikely he'd get the truth from the laboratory anyways...
Do you remember the shadow Councillor, Alex Christians?  Are you aware that he's now head of the Gauteng Blood Bank?  I'll eat my shorts if he's not a personal friend to Michael Barnabas, and that strings were pulled to put him in that position...

Are you getting the picture here?  I've no idea who runs the Blood Bank here in Durban, but I'd lay odds there'll be a connection to Barnabas as well... So, if your white blood cell count is skewed as a result of a particularly vicious wireless frequency onslaught to your person, you can pretty much guarantee those test results will be fudged...
That's exactly what I think is happening here.. The Controller running J's power feed has been using the Throat Choker frequency regularly, only instead of sending the young man into uncontrollable coughing fits, it's causing his oesophagus to close briefly... It would appear that such fun is being had at the Councillor's expense, that they've overdone the attacks, causing an infection, which has manifested as an abscess on his tooth...

Crazy? Naa, it's all too familiar... Rather like the knife-like pains I used to endure as I sat here at the PC, which inevitably resulted in first my left elbow swelling up like a football with an infection, and weeks later my right following suit... In my case, my staunch GP had been flummoxed as to the cause, but he'd prescribed me antibiotics and that was that..
It had been my wrists after that, had it not Balliram dear?
By the time you'd finished targeting that area I'd discovered I'd lost all the cartilage around my thumb, and what fun you and your lackeys had had, achieving that nastiness...
Tossing about my bed in the night, begging to be put out of my misery as my wrist joint and hand screamed in agony from the ongoing laser attacks...

Perfectly safe, Stefanus?  You know very well the quantum laser technology would only work on the back of Petruccione's powerful wifi, so I can safely call you a Liar in this instance...
The single most important aspect of this drive to wireless South Africa, appears to be the prevention of boredom among those recruited to the quantum army, in each suburb across the country...
Ergot the practise of putting the most callous and sadistic of the recruits in charge of the rest, that their acolytes may be brainwashed into following his/her example without remorse...

Sure I'm biased here, but I'd have to say that Collin P Balliram presents the finest example of a sadistic and psychotically deranged Area Controller this country will ever encounter.. The Ted Bundy of the airwaves it is... With the ability to wear a mask of goofy amiability, and backed by a spouse whose proven more than capable of clearing up the mess he often leaves behind him, they were a pair that suited Michael Barnabas' requirements to a T..
Is my Controller now working as a consultant to assist whoever is in charge of the powerfeeds to the young Councillor's abode?  Was it at Balliram's suggestion they slam the lad with repeated doses of the Throat Choker frequency, and have those recorded results been shared far and wide among many of the low-lifes on board the Project here in Sydenham?

Just for a laugh, mind you, and to show your recruits that the hours spent unseen inside their neighbour's homes, do not necessarily have to be boring?
Am I soon to acquire an abscess as well?  If you fail at your diligent efforts to kickstart a cancer in the lymph glands on my neck, will you happily settle for an infection to a tooth?
Sutcliffe and his Smart City Project have opened the door to a brave new world that appears to be peopled by an army of hit and run specialists...
Would Warwick Chapman be able to fill J in on the merits of the quantum laser/wifi surveillance system, or would he duck and dive and insist I'm crazy?
Are you not both working for the same side, Warwick?  Then why not give J a few pointers on how to try and protect himself from Barnabas' goons and their laser attacks? Not worth your life?  You've signed the secrecy clause and your young colleague will have to take his chances out there on his own?
Brave New World se GAT!  Cowardice and bullying are the order of the day, and that includes those who choose to refer to themselves as part of a Good team...

Have you isolated the 'cricket' at your front gate yet?  The shrill insect that so often bursts into song each time you open your front or back door, or arrive at your gates?  And you fear Zuma's Secrecy Bill, when so many of you intellectuals have fallen for a scam that neatly removes your right to privacy and good health forever?
Many of you are now so caught up in the enchantment of this near-alien technology itself, that you decline to hear my squeaks of alarm.. More than a few of you will already have come to see yourselves as mini-deities, who hold the power of life and death over your innocent neighbours, and you certainly won't want to pay any attention to a less-then-bright old crone who's trying to rain on your parade...

It's now 5.05pm, and the rain has set in.. The BackFire frequency is being increased steadily ahead of the afternoon bathtime matinee, and I anticipate the now familiar savagery as I sink beneath the foamy water...
I pity those who are either forced or choose to attend those sessions, for it's true that what is seen cannot be unseen, and one can only hope that I feature frequently in their nightmares...

Tuesday 14th January at 5am..

For a moment there, I thought I sensed a touch of panic nearby, but that's daft, as nothing's changed at all.. I'd not even put my head on the pillow at 10pm last night, when Someone had wasted no time and had gone for the womb area, and his/her companion had kicked up the BackFire frequency... Any significant changes to your brief lately, my fine not-so-young soldiers of this Wirelessed War?
Leaving well alone is a concept foreign to my tormentors, and I now find that my spare entry-level Nokia has been hacked..
vodacom advised me yesterday that they've RICA'd my already RICA'd phone, and have assigned me a new telephone number.. They also gave me a R15 airtime kickstart...
As I've owned that phone for nearly as long as my regular CPF loaded cell, and I activate it frequently, I'm guessing it's a demonstration of solidarity by your lot, Mr. Jannie van Zyl? *studies the vodacom Strategist..
The endless stream of Call me's and Missed Calls to that phone yesterday, culminating in a gift of just R15?? Haibo!  You can do better than that Janneman!
Peace..

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Tuesday 14th January 2014 at 8.35am.