Humming along..

2012-02-09T23:09:00.001-08:00

WALLS HAVE EARS..
(begun Thursday 9th February at 1.35am..)

The Sadist has made sure I'm aware that there are far worse ways to be woken at 1am... This time it was just the Christmas Beetle song changing tone until I couldn't ignore it any longer and surfaced..
I sat up really carefully on the edge of Cloud 9 (it pays to be cautious these days), and became aware of a sharp pain in the left side of my chest.. *blinks... Merely mention such a thing here, and it shall be given unto me, o Master Mine? And now for something not so completely different? *spews... The pain had vanished even before I'd decided which foot could safely bear my weight today, and I'd shuffled off to the loo for a pee...
What do you want me to say? What a clever fellow you are? 'Fraid not, Creep.. What would really impress me however, would be to know that you and Rezah have tried all this shit out on each other.

That both you and the RF Engineer had come to the conclusion it just wasn't cricket to employ this state of the art techno weaponry on an unsuspecting community, without yourselves having sampled it first... As Mr. Isaacs has specialised in the field, I shouldn't be surprised were he familiar with a least a few of the knee problems reported by Leonard Els' laboratory students over at Howard College.. Balliram? Not a chance.. There's one that can dish it out endlessly, but who would literally crap himself at the thought of taking it... *yawns...

That was some picture Karl Muller put up on the 4G (LTE) health warning thread over at mybroadband, and mighty interesting to see a light active in the foreground of the pic as well. Was that the only light active when the photograph was taken, or was the entire circuit running at the time? You snort at the very suggestion that streetlights are capable of achieving such horrendous damage?
Hey, I've only got the damage caused HERE to the wild fig tree, by Balliram's Bunker light, and the weird die-back on my shrub HERE, to go by, but that's more than enough to have me stick to my guns... You have to smile at my enthusiasm, for I'm as keen now as I ever was, when I first struggled to figure out WTF was going on back in 2005...
Though I've the feeling I get pretty warm at times, there's no chance it's going to get me anywhere...*eyeroll..

The picocells that Karl mentioned in the 4G (LTE) thread? Man, I missed that on my first read, but literally fell on it the second time I'd tried to make sense of the post, though the pictures that came up on a google search were as good as being slapped in the face with a wet trout.. Funny thing though.... I'd almost forgotten about those darned white Telkom boxes down on the phone poles in the valley, and they could indeed be involved in the use of the so-vocal wireless transmitter/receiver 'nunus' dotted about our property...
Although I've a problem with the one that's lived outside our lounge window for years.. A 'nunu' that, when I walk down the path just outside the lounge window, has on occasion hit me physically.. *blinks... Well out of sight of both Freddie and our little white boxes, though in LOS to the special treatment applied to the Scrabble-Player's outside bathroom wall...
The white box that Mike Oliver (Muni's Electricity Security Div.) had opened, thinking to shield it's contents from my gaze, had it's top half crammed with multi-coloured wires, and the camera lens in the bottom half.. Nothing that remotely resembled the picocells that google found on it's search...

You've gotta love this week's headlines, though Fingered is a long way off nailed for life... See the Times Wed. 8th, Page 6 City Bigwigs fingered. The Daily News, also of the 8th Feb, goes one better on it's front page, and pretty much confirms that the crooked Town Clerk is going to use all the stolen information he has, to defend himself...
Will Mr. Haripersad of Manase and Associates turn out to be a genuine hero, and go after our Mikey no matter what, or is the ex-City Manager sitting on a handy Leverage File that he'll use if he's pushed? A file that may just persuade Mr. H. to back down quite smartly? Leverage files on each of the Forensic Auditors will have cost the scurvy Town Clerk an arm and a leg, but will have been money well spent now that the shit has hit the fan....

Jacqui Subban and her dealings with the tenders given to H20? Frankly I'd be astonished if she herself didn't have a close working relationship with our own Supreme Ruler of the Zone, Michael Barnabas, and with the ShaikBoys by proxy....
What a pleasure to find all my old favourites back at durbanite, including our Miguel who'd fallen silent angrily after I'd mentioned the pylon in his garden, in a mail... *sighs...Hopefully he's over it, and back on track... Did Manase and Associates use a copy of the whistleblower's A Better Life For All to assist them in their investigations.? Does Nomuse Dube carry a printout of those revelations in her handbag? *winks... To say these are interesting times, is a massive understatement is it not?

The Poisonous Rabbit finally showed his hand on the 4G (LTE) thread yesterday, and I have to wonder whether he was under any pressure, or whether he decided without any outside influence to make an ass of himself.. My word, but I can hear the occasional crunch of eggshells over there, as the regulars tippytoe about this dodgy situation..*cackles...
It's now 3am and I'm heading back for a lay-down, cheers...

Friday 10th February at 4.25am..

As understandably dismissively polite as the Rocket Scientist is, I continue to hope that someone out there passes on my warnings to him.. Were he to consider for one moment that his Private Message box on mybroadband was just that, he'd be sadly mistaken, as would the senders of any and all comments...
Whose idea was the Reputation thread begun by rpm yesterday? Absolutely not an idea that originated from the Telecoms Strategist? *falls over choking.. The suggestion made in that thread has me thinking that van Zyl isn't at all happy with the way things are going ... *beams...
The more crass the comments posted by Jannie's fanbois, the more the air of desperation pervades the 4G thread, and the give-away picture of those cooked trees....
The Poisonous Rabbit himself, standing up for Sir Frangelica? Boy, did I get that wrong, and he's clearly not the person I thought he was... *winks...

I recall how my erstwhile heroine M used to say that by blogging everything I would be assisting the criminals, and telling them stuff they wouldn't otherwise have been aware of... *laughing.. I guess very few of you fully grasp the extent of the monitoring, and that not a corner is left to chance by these crooks...
At which point I'd like to introduce a possible new player who may or may not be worthy of your interest...
Is the Rabbit aware of a Keith P. who resides in an apartment somewhere in Glenwood and who has no less than 3 monitors running 24/7? Too ambiguous? Wait, there's more...

Some bright spark thought it would be a good idea to organise an old-boy's school reunion and the GW became involved, and it turns out he now bumps into this Mr. P quite regularly...
Divorced and with an interest in aviation, the chap hasn't mentioned any of the horrendous problems encountered by so many residents in the Glenwood/Umbilo area over the past year or so.. The burned-out appliances and electrical fires that have occurred as those Area Controllers hop in and out of the power circuits down there, don't seem to have affected our Mr. P at all... *curious...
Is he who he says he is? A Saddo, keen to hook up with his old classmates at a reunion function, or is he something more? Taking my innate paranoia to extreme lengths? You think? Does the chap see how my SO shuffles along painfully at the relatively young age of 67? Does he ascribe it to a weight problem, or to bad genes?

I'd been fine before I left home yesterday, but alas, I encountered the Broken Hip frequency as soon as I'd arrived at Hofmyer Heights, and it pretty much stuck with me all day... *applauds the Creep.. To keep my otherwise apparently jobless Monitor on his toes, I'd fitted in a surprise visit to my GP's rooms up at the San, to discuss the possible removal of Millie lll, with his Sister.
She'd been happy to step outside into the open when I reminded her that since Millie ll's removal, and the fiasco surrounding Groenewald's theatrical production, I had issues of trust...

I'd bet that Balliram recovered any lost ground quite smartly, for as we stood outside the entrance chatting quietly, I noticed that the overhead light just inside the doorway was active..*winks...
Thanks to the temporary Head of Technical Services for the San, my doc's rooms are now wired for all the audio/visual productions these criminals wish to direct, and I suspect that in each aircon unit there now nestles some sort of picocell device...
A fact that should nauseate you in the extreme, and if it doesn't, it shows clearly the extent to which you've allowed yourselves to be brainwashed... *shrugs..

I sent my kid in London a mail yesterday, suggesting that it might be a good idea to insure all his wordly possessions asap...I wrote him of the eThekwini Metro Connect Intranet wireless system running over the powerlines, and the devastion this technology is causing to ratepayer's assets, and I was adamant that a similar technology is being employed in the UK, which would explain his geyser's bad behaviour..
I refrained from launching into the horrendous health hazards involved, or the fact that it was the BBC journo John Gaunt who had so unwittingly confirmed my suspicions...

It's well-known that my own family regard me as paranoid and imaginitive, and that like you, they can't conceive that any human being could deliberately and systematically attack another, using technology as a weapon.. Nonetheless, I figured it was worth a shot.. You all take care now, and
peace..

---oOo---

Friday 10th February 2012 at 9.58am..

2012-02-07T22:37:00.001-08:00

WHO'S YOUR DADDY ..?
(begun Tuesday 7th February at 5.30pm..)

*I was already up at our gates waiting for B.Snr. now now, when It swept out of It's gates next door and up the Crescent.... The bright little light inside my streetlight cowling was already activated and stayed on... Earpiece, Dewd? *

I've got stuff to share, so settle down if you're interested and if not, take a hike... *shrugs...
How's about we discuss geysers? No, not Old Faithful, just your regular hot water geysers... See where I'm going with this Dickwad? Good... *snarls..

It turns out that geysers don't much take to our Intelligence Department Operative's habit of randomly accessing residential powerlines.. Not that I put two and two together until it got up and bit me, years later...
Looking back, there was a really long stretch when hardly a day went by and the darned thing would fountain out into the courtyard and make the most horrendous noises...
A couple of times the GW had to go up into the roof and replace some or other washer, and it would settle down for a bit before flooding out of the overflow pipe again...
I can only guess that the Wizard of Ick eventually tired of that particular mischief once he found he could actually damage people, and not just electrical appliances... *gags..
He still tries it on occasionally, but natch, the geyser doesn't take it quietly and it lets me know noisily right away, at which point it's game over... You can bet there's geysers behaving badly in every town and suburb across the country, and that you can safely add it to your list of signs telling you you've been wired for sound...

Who was it that persuaded the Pervert to back off just a tad? Self preservation kicked in? To try and keep his filthy fingers out my precious DSTV service and to attempt (at least during weekdays) to forego hitting me quite so relentlessly during daylight hours, at least? To back off just enough to make it look as if I was being affected in general by the transmissions, but not by his calculated and deliberate attacks? Such bullshit.. Any slackage during the day is more than made up for each night, so...
check my trolley dudes... It's already overloaded with crap, and I ain't buying more of the same..

So what's the Sick Bastard been distracting himself with, in the meantime? Turns out Molto Revolto has kept himself as busy as ever ja...
Been in regular contact with some of your equally repulsive counterparts over in the UK, Balliram? Fosho you have... *fetches a large bucket..
Hell, if you lot haven't figured out yet that my sainted sister's place is wired to the hilt up in Lichfield, then you've been asleep.
If the old BitchToad won't STFU, then we'll treat her family to some nasty extras as well? That about right, Sicko?

My kid began having regular problems with his geyser at his previous apartment. Recently he moved into what he said was a nicer place in Camden, and guess what? It wasn't long before that geyser too was over-heating badly, and yesterday apparently it flooded his place out, getting dangerously close to the electrics..
Love me or loathe me, but if there are any Boyz in Blue over that side that can pull these pathetic thugs off my family once and for all, I'd be obliged to you.. It could be that ex-pat Curry Mob members are running the wireless system in Camden and Lichfield for all I know, but whatever..
If you weren't aware of what's going on before, you are now, and you can pull the plug on that mischief once and for all, and maybe slap a couple of your Controllers into cuffs while you're at it...
Just don't shake your heads and back away, or I'll have to line you up with the Filth next door.. I've simply got to believe that there are still good guys out there, despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary, and I'm certainly not above getting down on my creaking knees at this point...

My other kid up in the Midlands has, as you know, already had her home invaded while she was away, and I've no doubt at all there's now a monitoring device planted in there somewhere.. For what? Some petty little payback scheme engineered by a Bottom Feeder and his underworld connections? *nauseous...
As enchanted as I remain with the sheer eye-popping magic of wireless, it's pretty sobering to face up to the type of Preferred Operators chosen by the Telecom's giants, to run the technology...
The complete lack of moral fibre and sadistic callousness that it would appear are the ideal prerequisites for the job, more than put a damper on my enthusiasm... Did I hear you say tough shyte? *winks...

BTW, as it happens, I can after all, still pick up the squeaks made by the grinding wireless 'nunu' devices dotted about our yard, and much to my amusement and delight the Creep activated one of his regulars at 5.45pm and it's still squeaking away off and on, somewhere out there... *beams...

LATER at 7pm

She moved out of Sydenham Heights into her own little place on Rippon Road, around September last year.. She's a Hospice Carer, and also looks after her 80+ mum, and IMO is one really good person... So, tellus Balliram? What's her crime? Come now, don't hold back you Chop, tellus why she's made your list of Innocents to be Immolated? What, FFS? You didn't like her looks, or that my Vice Chair helped her with a problem she was having, and she admires him for it? She attends our CPF Meetings fairly regularly? Any, or all of the above? *fascinated... (to be continued....)

Wednesday 8th February at 4.20am..

There's one of those enormous golden-coloured moons sliding down fast next to our streetlight, and next time I look it will have disappeared from my view...
The Knob has just increased the heat in here to an astonishing degree, and Millie the Gross is protesting wildly at his arrival.... These things will pass... *yawns...
Where were we before I was interrupted by the GW's arrival back from the shops last night"? Oh ja - I was telling you about one of the Pig's latest targets, the Hospice Carer...
She said she'd been having these weird aches and pains lately and couldn't figure out why.. I guess she must be in her mid-forties so her problems can't be shrugged off as old-age related...

When she'd gotten around to telling me of her oddly painful finger and her swollen feet and ankles, I couldn't help myself and expressed my delight that our straggling band of survivors had most definitely acquired another fully-fledged member.... She visits her family doctor when she needs to, so when she began experiencing actual chest pains on what? Sunday? she must have headed over to see him on Monday...
She says the dude is baffled by her symptoms (as Nayager's doctors were..) To play it safe the GP sent her off for chest X-rays and the results are due in today... All the other standard tests will no doubt like my VC's, prove to be negative...
See now, I've no way of knowing whether my sadistic Controller even attempts to hide what he's up to on behalf of Michael Barnabas and the Rotten Apples over at Dodge City, or whether he's still stupid enough to brag about it...

If this seriously sick individual were to attempt to convince you that it's just sheer luck the Hospice Carer is now being so badly affected by the wireless transmissions, I guess you'd have to be a total plank to believe him... Along with the little Sydenham Heights Rep, who Balliram managed to have hospitalised (at the same hospital where my VC still lies), a few weeks back, with what her doctors could only say was a 'pinched nerve', this excuse for a human being is picking off our Sector Forum members one by one...
Nope, he's not gainfully employed monitoring the Kennedy Rd. Informal Settlement, where it transpires more mischief is being engineered, and murders are becoming an everyday occurrence.. Nor is he using his skills to track down Mr. Desmond Govender's hired killer (though you can pretty much count on that culprit being silenced terminally in a shoot-out during his eventual arrest..*winks).

There's nothing honourable at all, about the way that Collin P. Balliram uses his talents, and it's quite obvious to any half-wit that he concentrates his cowardly attentions on the innocent and vulnerable...
Is Nayager's shade missing his one-time good buddy? Does it hang around the Zone and visit my Controller's dreams? Is Cola's sweet sister keeping him company beyond the grave? As much as I never actively wished ill upon the Sex Pest, do I employ the same rule with his erstwhile partner...
Never in a million years could I have foreseen that Nayager would be taken out by his own Mentor, and yet he was...
My Controller will have insisted that he knows nothing of what Nayager was up to in his private life, and yet the Druglord is well aware of the bond those two equally perverted individuals shared, and the hours they spent together attacking all and sundry via their powerlines... Balliram could well be an absolute mine of information, and is easily as much of a threat to our Earl's plans as Tweedledumb ever was...
Does Barnabas seriously regard Nayager's assassination as a strong enough message for his yellow-bellied IT Monkey? When he's seen how little my Controller cares for orders, and just how cowardly he is?

Decisions, decisions, hey Earl? As long as your IT stooge toes the line you won't be importing an equally skilled Consultant to feed the Cracker some of his own medicine? Though I can promise you, if you went that route it's doubtful my Controller would recognize his ailment for what it was, and like his erstwhile chum he'd rush off to the nearest Medic in a panic.. *grins... Eish! Look at the time! *gone..

LATER at 5.45am...

If I'm careful and use the handrail, I can now do that section of my stairs 'normally'.. An improvement? You'd think, but it's not so at all, for each night Balliram returns in the dark to continue cooking off every last bit of cartilage in my raddled body, and that's the gospel truth...
I wake for a pee, only to feel my body encased in pain each time... *shrugs...
Seems like reminding you of durbanite's closure was one of those rare serendipitous moments, for they resurfaced yesterday, and are back in business..*beams.. Go check them out at www.durbanite.co.za *waves happily to Leon Chetty...

Peace..

---oOo---

Wednesday 8th February 2012 at 9.30am...

2012-02-06T23:16:00.000-08:00

WHEN GOOD WAS GOOD...
(begun Tuesday 7th February at 3.30am..)

Could the latest casualty be my ultra-sensitive hearing? Ultra-sensitive hearing se VOET! You know those ads. that ask if you're having difficulty hearing what people say? That's me, ja....
It could've been gradual deterioration, or just over the last few months for all I know, but what a pleasure after all these years to find that everyday noises that would startle me silly in the past, are now nicely muffled..*grins..
Whether this loss now includes my Controller's Wirelessed 'nunu' devices, or he's at last found a frequency I can't pick up, I can't really decide, but I don't recall hearing them outside the window here, for a couple of days now.. *shrugs..

I'm amused to find that Mr. Petulant has his shorting front deck light active again.. For a Special Operative, he still rises remarkably easily to the bait... I'm betting the arsehole read my 'nervous anticipation' line yesterday and as usual, took it literally.. *snorts...
Again, the term bottom of the barrel springs to mind, and I'd have to say that there's more to monitoring than being a skillful cracker with a sadistic streak a mile wide... Not that the Strategist and his colleague Michael Barnabas would see it that way at all...
All they're looking for are IT proficient and easily-manipulated goons with a notable lack of conscience... *yawns..

Did you see the anxious disclaimer on the front page of yesterday's Daily News, Spy Bill rings Alarms? *falls over laughing... Sure, I've asked more than once on these pages to be shown the warrant that's allowed the Creep to invade our lives, and it now appears that's an aspect of the surveillance scheme that's got the Top Dogs worried...   And ja, there are people out there like my Vice Chair who still go by the book, and who, were he to suddenly realise the extent of the invasion of his privacy, would expect to see the official documentation that's allowed such a thing to happen, hence the hasty track-covering exercise revealed in the press..
You'd have to be really short on grey matter to think I ever seriously thought that such a piece of paper existed.. After all, it was Glen Nayager and his pet Monkey Balliram that were running the show down this end. Not the sort of thugs you'd expect to follow the letter of the Law in any shape or form, so no - last night's press revelation came as no surprise at all...

I'd been struggling to keep up as usual at last night's Sector Policing Meeting, when Balliram thought he'd amuse his cronies by suddenly and very visibly cranking up the audio-enhancing technology.. The neon-strip light on the ceiling had flickered wildly and had then brightened considerably and settled down.. Not before Millie the Gross had shrieked in dismay, confirming that the Eavesdroppers were paying us increased attention...
You should ask yourselves why, with all the genuine corruption that infests every corner of this country, so much manpower and money is being thrown away on peurile exercises like this... I'm sure you'd have to agree that residents who take the time to attend their local CPF Meetings are in general good, albeit concerned citizens...

Certainly not candidates that merit your hard-earned taxes being frittered away on their being monitored... Were Earl to trot out the 'practise makes perfect' excuse, I'd have to tell him to shove it where the sun don't shine... If, after 6 years of owning the ability to gate-crash any residence or Meeting via the powerlines at will, you still insist that your guys need to practise, maybe you should consider letting them go, and hiring somewhat sharper employees? *teeth... Admit it.   Your stooges, including Balliram, have nothing to do with genuine intelligence gathering for the good of the country and everything to do with adding to the mischief designed to bring this country to it's knees, before Big Brother steps in to save the day...*spews..

While I've no doubt there'll be some Good officers at the wireless station on Ridge Road, who will have picked up on genuine corruption via the monitoring technology, chances are they're bewildered as to why nothing has come of their efforts...
Will they eventually see and accept how this gigantic game is being played? That it's the personal Leverage File system that's being employed by Barnabas with such remarkable results?    Are they aware that the boring hours they put in monitoring some possible criminal, won't necessarily result in a court case or incarceration? That it's more likely the dirt collected via the stolen information technology will be stored away in a Leverage file and used by the Druglord and his colleagues to manipulate the file owner for their own ends, at some later stage?

Blackmail on a mammoth scale, hey Janneman, and when it comes to political figures, it can be employed to stunning effect... *applauds...
The biggest joke of the lot? That our Earl is by now in the advanced stages of the Omnipotence Disease and will consider that he can easily out-play his own PuppetMasters, should the need arise...
It appears that the Druglord's latest theatrical enterprise involves a full-on drug war.. See Page 3 of the Daily News, February 6th, Shot in front of young son. Currently the bullets are whizzing about the Zone, to further cow the inhabitants into compliance...

One little query Earl? If the drug war situation has really reached such dangerous levels, why aren't your guys wearing their bullet-proof vests when they're on duty? To the casual observer, their complacence would suggest that your stooges know in advance when there's going to be gunfire exchanged, and will therefore have plenty of time to take precautionary measures... And there you pretty much have it, folks.. This is the chap you see as some sort of saviour..
A fellow that juggles and manipulates the lives of the thousands living here in the Zone, even as he did when he was no more than a low-life and fulltime Dealer, though on a far grander scale these days...
A well-dressed and outwardly respectable member of the Community who has been encouraged to believe he's some sort of god... *eyeroll..

Any of you out there who've finally seen the truth of the matter but have decided that you don't care? You should, as it could be one of your family members lying in a hospital bed tomorrow, with symptoms that baffle the medical fraternity..
Did I tell you the conclusion reached by my Vice Chair's doctors as he continues to lie in hospital? That he is suffering from some sort of super viral bug... *falls on over.... A diagnosis that will no doubt be trotted out by GP's and specialists across the land, for want of a better one... He says the treatment appears to be working, and so of course it will, once he is removed from the debilitating wireless transmissions that are being flooded into his home via his own power supplies... *blinks..

As predicted, Karl Muller's brief reply to my latest mail politely ignored my reference to Ms. Dorny's nearest streetlight being involved in her trees getting fried... In an ideal world the Mast Fighter would recall reporting that streetlight as not functioning, shortly after the iBurst tower had been removed and the attack on her home began in earnest... You want to know why? You're asking a technophobic Moron for an explanation? *chokes..
Well, okay, I'll give it a shot... See, there's both electricity and wireless feeding out from the streetlights, and I can only guess that the huge levels of wireless required to cause such damage to the trees would be more easily obtained if the power was shut down first, and only the concentrated wireless transmissions were employed...

How'm I doing Al old son? Am I still stumbling about getting it all hilariously wrong, to the delight of you and your cronies? Did you know in advance that this magical technology would be employed in this fashion? You certainly did in our case, when you obligingly handed our circuits over to the crooked Sydenham Station Commander and his IT Monkey Balliram to operate... May I bet that by now you've managed to tell yourself that none of the guilt is yours, and that you are, like so many of your fellow officials, just following orders? Sit tight and it'll all be worth it in the end? Do you even remember back when good was good, and bad was bad? *interested... It's light out and I must go...

LATER at 7.05am

I recall contemplating here that I would sit back and simply allow V to hack back my shrubs drastically to enhance LOS for Balliram. It's still my perogative to change my mind... Something that appears to have displeased my landscape artiste somewhat...
I've just been up to put the blue garden refuse bags out for collection and found that most of them are only half-filled and badly split. Those darned bags cost an arm and a leg and restricted as he is, the young man has still managed to make his point... *grins..
When he'd arrived to work on Saturday I'd marked the places I wanted him to avoid cutting, in case he 'forgot' and hacked them back anyways, and I'd told him that my jasmine was supposed to stay green all year round and not go brown and die back to within an inch of it's life...

I also told him that I'd sent off pictures of both the mulberry trees and the avo tree that appear to suffer from a mysterious disease, including black streaks, and that the Good Cop's superiors would be keen to know how the finer details of this enormous operation are being run... When I continue to insist that V is a fine young man, I mean it, despite his well rewarded extra-curricular activities, and I've no doubt that I will have relented by his next visit, and will allow him to follow the orders he's been given.. Far be it for me to deny him a few of the otherwise unattainable finer things in life...

Peace...

---oOo---

Tuesday 7th February 2012 at 9.32am..

2012-02-05T23:17:00.000-08:00

THE WAITING ROOM...
(begun Monday 6th February at 3.20am..)

The last time I tried counting how many of those big round wall lights adorn the Chickencoop, I stopped at 10..
When I'd gone out with the dogs at 8.30pm last night, there'd been a light on out the front, but it wasn't shorting, so I guess he'd chosen to activate one of the others.. *shrugs..
Less than fifteen minutes after I'd settled on Cloud 9, their alarm went off.. Nothing new there, though it's usually the chirrup of his remote as he ups the enhancing to my bedroom, and often enough in his enthusiasm he's set off their alarm...
This time however, it wasn't cut off hastily, but rang it's full course, and I had to wonder how No. 25 was feeling, isolated as she is, down in what must surely be a sweatbox since the drastic removal of those shade branches... Anyone bother to call and tell her it was a false alarm? She'd told both B.Snr and myself how frightened she'd been when those guys appeared on the front deck months ago.. She'd also said that when the alarm was set off a few nights before, she'd been alone on the property down in her room, and had been duly petrified...

Sadly, I don't speak Xhosa, and though her english is excellent, I'd have had a problem explaining to her about her employer's tendency to set off his own alarm system, and even to arrange for the occasional burglary... Oh come on now - I'd be only too happy to trot out some of Balliram's good qualities if he had any... He's simply too far gone up his own backside to be portrayed as anything other than what he really is... Play the ball and not the man, rpm? Shameful....
Speaking of shameful, it would appear that Manase and Associates, the Forensic Auditors tasked to investigate the eThekwini Municipality's account books, have been bought off, and that the Chief of Corruption and his cronies won't be getting a mention after all. Absolutely no surprises there... *yawns...

Having had Leon Chetty's durbanite.co.za website shut down in good time, there'll be very few if any audible squeals of outrage at this latest blatant corruption of justice...
For the second time in a week there'd been a photo in the Press of the toothy little Manipulator cozying up to Prince Siphiso Zulu.. A relationship that will no doubt ensure that Zulu's Appeal is successful, and that he never gets to see the inside of a cell...

Do the sewage lines require the same runoffs as the waterlines? I'd assumed the appalling cock-up down at Durban harbour and the beachfront a few years ago had been an error caused by unskilled labour busy shovelling cabling through the pipes... Now I'm not so sure..
Now I have to wonder if, when the pressure in the sewage lines reaches dangerous levels, someone arranges for deliberate runoffs into the sea... Anything you'd admit to knowing about Mr. MacLeod? *vomits...
I'll bet it's been going on since at least 2005, but between you and your corrupt ex-Boss you've managed to keep a lid on it until now, when the overwhelming evidence couldn't be hidden any longer...

How're the beaches down your way these days, bwana? Any claims of heavy pollution during the last couple of years, or is that still something to look forward to? I'd watched the insert on the string of shark attacks down at Port St. Johns, on Carte Blanche last night, and there was something decidedly wrong with the whole picture..
The Sharks Board dude was more than just evasive, he was downright shifty, and there wasn't a Muni rep. in sight.. The Shark Expert had said that the area was just about the only rivermouth left, where the Zambezi sharks could feed, though I missed his reason why...
Whether the cable layers have reached Port St. Johns and it's the inevitable resulting pollution that's attracting the sharks in such great numbers, or whether its quite the opposite, and all the other river mouths have been too heavily polluted by the Project for even the sharks to survive, is something you'll certainly never get to hear about..

The sad fact of the matter is that these days when a spokesman for a crisis appears on the telly looking quite so awkward, you know you're not getting the full story, and that there are secrets involved.. The Natal Sharks Board guy had plenty he wasn't saying, and I cringed for him... Chances are high that one way or another the arrival of quite so many sharks at Port St. Johns has everything to do with the Wireless surveillance technology and the cabling being run through both sewer and water lines, and that our own crooked ex-City Manager could if he wanted to, tell you the truth of the matter... If there were ever a competition for creative prevarication, Sutcliffe would walk it...
Malicious slander? Rubbish. According to the Rocket Scientist, Sutcliffe and his cronies have broken just about every law in the Constitution, so don't give me that slander crap... Where it says that no citizen may be experimented on without their knowledge? You saw that? *snarls.. You and your fellow swine just following orders there, Mikey? They warned you that a few of your guinea-pigs could become vocal, and just to ignore them? They were right, and seven years down the line I'm still shrieking mindlessly to a stony-faced audience... *shrugs..

Muller says he'll take his battle International if need be, though I imagine he'll be hard-put to find a country that's not already aware of the mammoth experiment being carried out here in SA.. Ain't that about right, Jannie? You're well aware of the astonishing number of so-called civilised 1st World nations that support your Superior's initiative, albeit it silently, and the financial assistance given by oil-rich countries, that the ShaikBoyz had a hand in obtaining, on behalf of the Muslim community?
Has Mo seen the writing on the wall yet, or does he still think all the promises made by Jannie's superiors will come to pass? Eh - I find I've bored myself to tears by my own endless rhetoric...

What can I tell you that I've not said countless times already? Would you be interested to hear that the 70+ Missus Bernie up at No. 17 has begun experiencing palpitations? A first for her, and no prior history of heart problems, so it's safe to assume our Area Controller thought he'd try out something different? Hell, she's old and expendible, and if it proves to be more than her system can take, so what, no-one's ever going to prove anything... *shrugs...

I sent a mail to Karl Muller suggesting he forget about trying to tie any nearby masts to the tree damage at Craigavon, and that he would do better to study the streetlights and boundary wall lights facing that stand of trees...On the off-chance that my notoriety hasn't reached the Educator's ears, it's still unlikely he'd give my suggestion any serious thought, so you can rest assured I've nil expectations on that score.. *grins..
Has he access to any remaining Electrical Engineers who'd be prepared to stick their necks out and help him? Engineers who've kept up with the huge strides made in the field of surveillance technology? Judging by the smug grin on Mr. van Zyl's mug, that would be a no...

LATER at 6.15am

Could Lionel down at No. 2 be referred to as a Foreign National? You know - the Congolese gentleman that rents Kasim's house next to Jan Smuts Highway? My word, but that's turned out to be a veritable hive of activity, and I seldom climb my stairs without seeing a different vehicle coming or going from No. 2.. Gainfully employed? By the Druglord perhaps? *nudge, nudge...
The pile of black bags they've been dumping on the verge by the stop street has grown and grown, along with B.Snr's irritation at the unsightly mess it's made.. Both he and the Missus had spoken in friendly fashion to the tenants, without success...
Yesterday, without warning, the GW had said out loud in our kitchen that he too was annoyed by the state of that verge, but his argument was that Durban Solid Waste were obliged to remove the bags, whether they contained garden or domestic refuse... I'd laughingly suggested that he send a mail to e-services and see where it got him...

I've just been up the top to unchain the gates and wonder of wonders, apart from the unkempt grass and some debris left on B.Snr's side, a neat pile of blue bags stand tidily on the opposite pavement, ready for collection..*chokes.... Another in a long line of miraculous coincidences, or did Balliram hastily call Lionel after he'd heard our conversation, and say that that particular game designed to irk No. 4 was now past it's sell-by date, and better he tidy up, than have the authorities sniffing around down at No. 2? Would Jay Naicker and his special Unit be interested, or would they first have to get permission from Barnabas himself, before carrying out a raid? Tsk, tsk...

LATER at 8.10am

I've just had a text from my VC to say that he's still in hospital, being monitored.. Well, he's certainly got that right.. All tests results are negative, and the doctors have concluded it's a super viral bug and that if no spikes occur over the next 2 days, he'll be given the all-clear... All-clear for what? To go back to his wired home in Abrey Road and be treated to more of the same vicious assaults via his powerlines?
And you would seriously have me believe that Collin P. Balliram is working for the Good Team, and the Good Team only?
Each day I wake up I hope for a bloody miracle.. Human nature I suppose... *shrugs.. Be careful out there and
peace..

---oOo---

Monday 6th February 2012 at 9.35am..

2012-02-04T23:00:00.001-08:00

HAVING THE LAST WORD...
(begun Sunday 5th February at 3am..)

*Just how much junk is on our PC, that it now takes Kaspersky a whopping 3 hours and 20 minutes to complete a full scan? *winks...*

The Telecoms Agent didn't get where he is today by being careless, and yet there it was again, almost as if he simply couldn't help himself..*fascinated.. He's a Strategist FFS, and should know better than most when it's wiser to leave having the last word to someone else?
Actually being behind the controls of this wirelessed audio/visual marvel of monitoring technology comes with it's own fallout effects, and as I live and breathe, our Jannie van Zyl is himself showing all the signs one would associate with a common-or-garden Area Controller.... Or at the very least, someone who has spent considerable time eavesdropping on private conversations and manipulating power supplies...

I've tried on several previous occasions to describe the almost god-like arrogance and omnipotence that appears to affect those given the ability to now hop into homes via the powerlines, and to gate-crash the most private and intimate conversations taking place... These sick voyeurs then have the added option of torturing their unwitting targets by the use of the wireless frequencies...
Why I'd assumed that the Strategist was above involving himself directly in this perverted practise escapes me, but the sheer smug and barely-contained delight in his brief last word post on the Cooked Conifer thread yesterday, has cleared up that misconception as nothing else could... *beams...
It now appears that Jannie van Zyl has himself been tuning in to the private conversations held in Ms. Dorny's home, and doubtless thoroughly enjoying the sounds of their distress as the house is flooded with devastating transmissions...

I've mentioned before how the feeling of absolute power that assuredly comes with this magical ability, has led to careless mistakes being made.. In Glen Nayager's case, it turns out they were fatal errors... Balliram has so far been fortunate in that he's had his own dedicated Pooper Scooper scuttling along behind him all these years, to hastily sweep away the evidence of his over-enthusiastic and sadistic arrogance...
Van Zyl's little comment more than shows that he too is suffering from the advanced effects of this inevitable disease, and therefore I must conclude that he's personally been involved in eavesdropping, and employing the horrific transmissions for his own sick self-gratification...
While it's a given that the porker Glen Agliotti hasn't the IT skills required to activate the invasive technology himself, you can guarantee he's spent more than a few hours huddled next to his own tame IT Monkey, listening avidly to stolen conversations, as he too shows clear signs of being riddled with the heady but risky disease of Omnipotence...

The knowledge that you hold the very lives of your unsuspecting targets in the palm of your hand must be quite something, hey Jannie? I'd hazard you're supremely confident that Karl Muller will never figure out the source of radiation that hit Ms. Dorny's trees so hard, let alone consider that an ordinary-looking streetlight or residential boundary wall light could achieve such destruction?
That the Rocket Scientist would discount such a possibility as impossible to even conceive... A streetlight able to push out such levels of radiation as to cause so much visible damage? No way, Jose...

Back our cowardly and sadistic Area Controller into a corner and just show him your fist, and he'll be happy to tell you that what I say is the truth.. *shrugs... That he himself destroyed a section of the huge wild fig that stands in the path of THIS light on his Bunker wall... At which point you have to bear in mind that unlike the pine trees, this species appears to stand up well to microwaves, and that to have achieved THIS destruction, the levels being emitted must have been off the chart...
Check out my sturdyYesterday, Today and Tomorrow shrub HERE, and how the side facing THIS wall light almost outside Balliram's kitchen, has stopped growing altogether.. A previously well-proportioned bush that for some reason suddenly died back only on the one side, and now appears unable to recover...

So ja - Karl Muller is barking up the wrong tree (!) by seeking to blame any nearby masts for causing the burned-out appearance of Ms. Dorny's trees, when the real culprit will be standing innocently on the road outside her home, or adorning the neighbour's walls opposite her driveway... *yawns...

While the levels of attacks on our home have yet to escalate to those that Jannie employs against the Mast Fighter, Balliram is not doing too badly himself... I'd put my bedside light out at 8.10pm last night and had fallen asleep almost immediately, thankfully without the usual grinding pain in the top of my leg that's kicked in within minutes of laying on Cloud 9, since that particular charmer was first enlisted last December...
I'd reared from an astonishingly vivid and complicated dream almost exactly one hour later, only to hear the regular steady whine of my Christmas Beetle chorus pulsating in long slow waves..*startled...
This was a first, and was that peculiar that I'd staggered out of bed and gone to chat to the GW who was still in the lounge.. As you'd expect, my 'tinnitis' settled back down straight away to it's single drone... When I'd gone back to bed a short while later I'd asked Balliram out loud whether that unusual phenomenon had anything at all to do with the light that appeared to be shorting on his front deck...

Naturally, he didn't reply, but I was allowed to go back to sleep until 2.30am, when I got up to pee and discovered I now had serious lower back issues... *blinks... A pain that had reduced to a dull ache as soon as I'd moved away from Cloud 9. I figure I'm now rather like Pavlov's dog, and have come to regard any weirdness with my Controller's lighting system with somewhat nervous anticipation...You'll perhaps recall the events blogged last March and the strange 'whoomp' sound accompanied by a flash of light from the direction of Balliram's Bunker?
How it had continued at odd hours for a couple of weeks before my wrist had gained a mysterious infection and my hand and forearm had swollen up like a sausage? How I'd tossed and turned on Cloud 9 night after night, hoping to die and escape the pain? *grins...
Hell, you may have forgotten, but I certainly haven't...

When I'd taken the dogs out at bedtime for their pee last night it was to find one of Balliram's front deck lights flashing on and off intermittently.. I'm guessing it's the biggun above der Bunker's french doors that faces onto B.Snr's home directly? I figure I could be forgiven for immediately wondering what physical toll this will take on any one of us nearby.. Along with his streetlight, my Area Controller's outdoor lighting is the single most important means he uses to invade the nearby homes, and therefore a genuinely faulty light would have his Sparky out there within the hour...
Unless of course the on/off flashing is being deliberately engineered with a purpose, in which case it will be left to short for weeks... Whether my sudden overnight lower back pain was due in any way to that flashing light, remains to be seen.. I wait with interest to see just how long it takes before the light is repaired, and just how much physical damage is caused in the interim... Will a contractor eventually have to climb the streetlight pole in order to fix the flashing light on my Controller's deck, as happened back in March HERE?

LATER at 4.45am

Though he'd activated his wirelessed 'nunus' yesterday evening and I'd remarked on it immediately to the GW, he'd subsequently kept them at a cautiously quiet level, although when I'd put my bedside light on just prior to going to bed, in his excitement he'd had the nearest 'nunu' reacting noisily.. *eyeroll..

Your thoughts on the Deadly Bug hits Beaches situation reported on the front page of yesterday's Independent on Saturday? You notice how soon after Sutcliffe's departure that the shit has literally hit the fan? A careful ruse employed to dissuade the majority from visiting the beachfront for some project-related reason, or a genuinely catastrophic situation caused by unskilled wekkers employed to push the cabling through the sewage and waterlines? Just as was the case with the pollution of the Durban harbour and the loss of the Blue Flag status, under the crooked Town Clerk's Watch...

I'd limped along to Vetchie's with the kids the Sunday before last, and she and I had made up our minds that our next visit to the beach would include a swim... If the horrific tales in the newspaper are true, swimming down there is no longer an option for me, as Millie the Gross would happily embrace any foul bacteria that lurked in those waters...
The list of charges that can be laid directly at Sutcliffe's door will continue to grow long after his official departure... That particular Emissary of Satan has more than laid the groundwork for the misery and chaos to come, and in doing so, will have gained whatever admiration the telecom's giants are capable of... *spews...
Will he himself escape the physical backlash of his actions? Sod's Law tells me that's a yes. That he and his equally foul colleagues will prosper and thrive, while so many innocents go down under the wave of wireless transmissions..
Did Jannie not amuse himself mightily by coming right out with it on the Cooked Conifer thread? Did he not say that only the strong will survive? His overwhelming arrogance has already led to his credibility being called into question.. Dare I hope for a repeat performance? Take care julle..
Peace..

---oOo---

Sunday 5th February 2012 at 9.49am.

2012-02-04T02:08:00.000-08:00

ON THE RECEIVING END..
(begun Saturday 4th February at 3.05am..)

If I asked for a show of hands? How many of you are as awed and impressed by Jannie van Zyl's version of the Wireless Project's goals today, as you were when he first touted it? Cara? He's been a friend for years and would never lie to you, not even by omission? Do you seriously believe the Telkom Strategist is unaware that the wireless technology is being used as a weapon, and that he has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the ongoing and concentrated attacks on the Mast Fighter's home and family? *curious..
Just how far gone are you all...?
Indoctrinated and brainwashed to the hilt, or have you managed to save a little corner of your brain that's still able to function for itself?

There's no shame in admitting you've come to realise you've been conned, for you're in some fairly illustrious company.. Both the Struggle Activist and the Director are not short of a grey cell or two, and yet despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary, I'm betting they continue to believe that Barnabas is some sort of saviour.. I'm okay with that.. They're in too deep to even think of jumping ship at this point, and I wouldn't expect them to.. What I'm after is that they find that tiny corner that may just have escaped the tsunami of lies and subterfuge that swamped them pre-2004, and that they cherish and nurture it as quietly as they can..

By now they've seen what happens to the suckers who don't toe the line, and it ain't pretty.. Oh, and BTW, if you continue to think that the 48 year-old ex-Head of Sydenham Station died from a heart attack brought on by stress alone, and without any outside interference, you can stop reading right now and go back to sleep... A bee in my bonnet? Bullshit.. Anyone who poses any sort of threat to the Wireless Surveillance scheme, is dealt with harshly, and it just so happened that Glen Nayager was on the receiving end this time round...

I'd been sitting comfortably in my corner of the lounge yesterday afternoon at about 4.30pm, when my feet and shins suddenly began to feel unpleasantly hot... I got up and walked around for a bit, but as soon as I sat down again it was back.. An experience that usually occurs every day at some point between 4.30pm and 6.30pm. Whether that's when Balliram gets home and cranks up the transmissions automatically, or Freddie at No. 12 switches on, I've no idea, only that at the end of each day I can pretty much guarantee I'm going to be hit by the increased emissions.. *belches..

I'd been that curious that I'd sent a text to my VC to see whether he was home, and whether his poor feet had suddenly let him know of the signal escalation as well.. His reply came quickly enough and it turned out he'd been admitted to Parklands after his flue-like symptoms had taken a severe turn for the worse.. He also texted that the doctors couldn't figure out what was causing the extreme fever and chills, but of course we know, don't we?   As a constant thorn in the side of the Seriously Rotten, the chap has to be persuaded to relocate, by fair means or foul... *shrugs...
Did the Druglord ever say Let's try dividing the Zone and creating another Sector Policing Forum to weaken my VC's efforts at assisting his community, and if that doesn't work, we'll resort to more drastic measures?
Was it the Crumb's continued irritable reports to his Boss, that my VC's tenacious persistence to do the right thing was driving them nuts up at Dodge City, that had Barnabas ordering the increased assaults back before Christmas?

Add to that my efforts to hook the Honourable Man up with the Mast Fighter and I guess it's no surprise that my VC was in a bad way last night...
The deliberate smear campaign designed to give the impression that S was anti-Muslim, and the division of our Sector Forum, didn't work as thoroughly as you'd hoped, hey Earl? And when it looked as though there was a chance that Ms Dorny could convince the man that the shocking downturn his normally robust health had taken, was due to wireless transmissions, the gloves were really off....
You have only the health and welfare of your community at heart, Mistuh Barnabas? Sure you do.. *snorts.
For all your outward make-over, you're the same miserable conman you always were. A low-life sans conscience who'll stop at nothing to get his way.. *vomits profusely...
Under the circumstances I'm caving, and will actively promote any suggestion that my VC relocate to a different province, for the air in this corruption-ridden city has become seriously bad for his health...

LATER at 4.35am

That odd ticking sound out by the courtyard that I'd mentioned yesterday? It's more like a squeak, and it kicked in as I walked into the dark kitchen, before I remarked out loud and it was hastily doused.. Gotcha, you CHOP... *eyeroll..
Sue the Book and I had stood nattering up at my gates before 8am yesterday morning, and I'd drawn her attention to what appeared to be a tiny active light inside the plastic cover on our streetlight.. It was right up next to the bulb, and she'd interrupted our conversation shortly afterwards to remark that it had just gone out.. The traffic going by, causing an illusion, or the real deal?
Like I said, Balliram's brash approach to monitoring has given away more of the secrets surrounding this deadly technology than you'd have thought the Authors would care for...

Two humble and battered guinea-pigs now aware of the highly sophisticated technology those innocent-looking cowlings contain, is surely two too many... So what, hey Earl? It's nothing that the so-called Good Guys didn't already know, and I've finally woken to the fact that my constant shrieks to the Rocket Scientist go totally unheard... Now, why aren't I surprised? *grins wryly.... Man, I've given him everything I've got, including the heavily customised wall lights and the streetlight cowlings with their miniscule extras concealed inside...
Did I over-estimate his genius in thinking there were enough clues for him to figure out how the system is being operated? Hell, we'll never know, as he's off and running after what he regards as way bigger game, which neatly explains Jannie's smug grin as he continues to post in the Cooked Conifers thread at mybroadband.. Of course Janneman can insist with absolute impunity that no nearby cellmast caused that barbequed effect on Ms. Dorny's fir trees... The cook-out was, I believe, achieved either by more than just one of the seriously tweaked wall-lights HERE, that may well face onto that stand of trees from an establishment nearby, and if not, then it will be a simple streetlight that's been recruited and upgraded for the job, just as the light in Crouch Road, Sydenham was used with such spectacular effect on the Sydenham Heights Rep, to cripple her....   Our Mr. van Zyl is well aware that I may bleat until I'm blue in the chops before anyone pays this confirmed Idiot any heed..

The Strategist's bitchiness that bubbles just beneath his amiable facade, came out briefly when he deliberately referred to hal by name, just in case anyone had missed it..*winks.. It's not like the youngster is attempting to hide who he is, Janneman, so there's another FAIL for you to suck on... Though you're his superior in more ways than one, I for one appreciate the carefully created and ongoing antipathy between you..*grins... Foolish hal likes to think he's with the Good Team, but you know better, do you not?
That at the end of it all there'll be neither good nor bad, but just one collective heaving mass of bleating sheep, to be herded and culled at will by wolves such as yourself... Too melodramatic for you? Way too much hyperbole?

I put it to you that I've more than earned my farking stripes, and I'd appreciate it if you had the seriously unstable Knob next door deleted from my sight.. Not your decision to make? Crapola.. You could bow and scrape your sorry arse before your shadowy Masters if you wished to, but I guess you're just having way too much fun to rock that particular boat... Besides, I don't show you the deference you feel you deserve, do I, mannetjie? A Fatal Error on my part fosho... *eyeroll... I must go...

LATER at 6.30am

For once he didn't even bother to pretend.. *grins.. Wherever he'd been overnight, he'd seen me go up to unchain the gates and stand studying the cowling, and just maybe that's why his Beemer came sweeping down the Crescent at about 6.10am, and pulled up outside my gates while he waited for his to open.. On this occasion studiously refusing to turn his head and greet me with his usual feigned amiability, as I stood just feet away...
Nobody else up there to impress, so why bother to lay on the act?
An all-nighter conducted from where? Hopping in and out of the heavily wired Parklands Hospital perchance?   The Coward's refusal to so much as glance in my direction screams guilt.. Guilt for what? Will I find out soon enough? *fascinated...
Peace..

---oOo---

Saturday 4th February 2012 at 12.51pm

2012-02-02T22:45:00.000-08:00

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE..
(begun Friday 3rd February at 3.10am...)

*I've temporarily abandoned my gardening efforts in order to oblige the pitiful woop woop of my Controller's newest remote, which sounded ten minutes ago.... *

I have to smile at the number of people I know who still persist in using the old 'Keep it between us' or 'just between you and me' routine when imparting what they deem to be some juicy gossip or top-secret titbit via my gmail or over my phones... How many times I've hastily interrupted to remind them it's a shared line/service, only to have my warnings completely ignored.. *eyeroll...
Hey, you can tell me anything, so long as you remember it's as good as plastering the news on the front page of the local tabloids.. Ain't that about right, BigEars?   *teeth.. (At this point I must apologise for the odd spacing on my published blog. It appears that my Controller is busily doing a bit of his own editing in the background)

Trying to convince anyone that you're the assignment handed to a purported Special Agent for the Intelligence Department hasn't gotten me anywhere over the years.. Try telling them you're simply the entertainment factor for the hordes of otherwise bored-stiff Monitors employed by the Wireless Surveillance Project and you'll get more than a few sideways glances.... *shrugs... You can waffle on ad infinitum about how the Area Controller you're assigned to, takes his brief so seriously that it's become a sick obsession, and still the disbelief persists...*yawns...
After all, who in their right mind would find a 66 year-old crone worthy of any surveillance at all? I guess the clue lies in the 'right mind' bit... *grins...

If I'd had any doubts that the Wireless Surveillance technology had reached Gauteng, they were swept away by Rayleen Haan of Fourways and her letter to the Editor published on Page 14 of yesterday's Times.. 'Stop making us powerless, Eskom'. Ms. Haan was bemoaning the fact that while Eskom insists we make sacrifices, the lights on the freeway are left to burn 24/7.
And there you have it. Fourways is wired for sure, making the attacks on Ms. Dorny's home in Craigavon a simple matter to achieve and confirming that she's going through what we've been enduring here since 2005.

Course, in the Mast Fighter's case there were no tentative exploratory attacks via her powerlines, but a full-on and immediate assault, once the iBurst tower came down.. A no-holds barred and ongoing 'You're going to pay dearly for my humiliation' onslaught arranged by the purple-faced and furious Master of Telkom Strategy himself, in order to assuage his hurt feelings.
It's likely that our Ronald/rooigevaar knows the Area Controller for Craigavon already, and more specifically just who it is that's installed in a home near to Ms. Dorny, and who has been handed control of those powerlines and ordered to flood her home with the devastating wireless transmissions....

Why pick on Ronald when he's been through so much shit already? Despite the tragedy he's experienced so recently, he still has to keep a roof over his head and feed his family, and I for one would not have expected him to speak out against the abuse he must know is being carried out against the Mast Fighter and her family... It's actually a crying shame that so many otherwise good people are being forced to stand by silently and watch while these criminal activities are being carried out, though I've no doubt a regular pay cheque goes a long way to easing any pangs of conscience that may occur....

What can I say? Only that if you've not been recruited to the Project but are interested, start checking out your local freesheets and the letters pages in the tabloids to get a clearer picture of which suburbs are now wired with the magical Surveillance technology.. Ongoing powercuts, copper 'theft', burst water mains, and trees destroyed, are just a few of the signs to watch for, before you come to realise that you're OWNED... You're keen as mustard to join but haven't been approached?   Find out if there's a LAN operating in your neighbourhood and beg to be allowed on board.. Alternatively, log on and head over to efnet's IRC #trivia channel and ingratiate yourself with the foul-mouthed FlipDeezy and you're IN... *eyeroll...

LATER at 4.30am

I'm frankly astonished by the sudden caution being displayed by Balliram and his use of the noisy wirelessed signal enhancers in our yard... When I'd taken the dogs out to pee at bedtime last night there'd been a few insect-like sounds, but most certainly not the usual culprits nearby... *blinks... This morning it's pretty much the same thing, apart from a faint intermittent ticking outside by the courtyard and a background whine here where I sit writing.. A whine that has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the little portable fan that's running next to me, and that fades and disappears each time I remark out loud on it's existence.. *chokes...
Face it Balliram - As a Stealth Operative you're a dead loss, though your sadistic streak may continue to have you employed one way or another for a long time to come...

A New Age Hitman? It has a certain cachet to it, I grant you, but like the Wizard of Oz, behind that creepy title lurks a trembling and insecure Sicko, ready and willing to sell his skills to the highest bidder.. Sticks and stones my boy.. Sticks and stones...*shrugs...
I'd dropped into the Bluff Meat Supply butchery up in Pinetown at lunchtime yesterday, only to find the entire road had their streetlights active.. *spews... Chances are high that the letter writers who dare to express their dismay at this blatant hypocrisy will be singled out for some 'special' attention by their local Area Controllers at some point down the line...

The mischief and lies surrounding Ballito's water supplies (or lack thereof), have me picturing Neil MacLeod in his orange boiler suit, and neatly incarcerated alongside his equally corrupt cronies the ex-City Planner Michael Sutcliffe, and the Superintendent of Electricity for Durban, young Allen Spence... There are simply no excuses good enough to cover the crooked behaviour of eThekwini's Head of Water and Sanitation, and that's the bottom line... "The whole of Durban is at risk of water shortages in the near future" yaps this ardent supporter of the Wireless Surveillance Project, blithely.... Am I reassured to think that a doubtless qualified Engineer such as MacLeod will have been researching the effects that all this technology is having on the population? Anyone tried pointing him to Karl Muller's posts for an easy-to-read insight on the dramatic effect this is already having on hundreds of community member's health and well-being?

No time to waste on that scare-mongering rubbish Neil? Like your cronies Spence and Sutcliffe, any spare time you have will be spent counting your shekels and figuring out which country you'll retire to, oppie ou einde?
I'm as baffled as I ever was at how so many intellectual bright sparks have been led to the point where they appear to believe their own lies... More archived studies donated by the Russian Behavioural Scientists, Jannie?   Studies fallen on and devoured greedily by Vodafone in the nineties, when it was decided that South Africa was ripe for the plucking?
A country with just the right mix of those who desperately wanted to protect their existing wealth and those who wanted to become wealthy by fair means or foul? *nods...

I've seen and accepted the sheer futility of my efforts to reawaken the courage you once had, and still I stumble on, bleating in the wind...
The thing about being an Idiot is that you simply don't know when you're licked.. You think? *winks...
Something tells me (the Voices?) that it wouldn't be wise to cease reporting on Balliram's unique 'Management' skills, and that writing regularly of the ongoing sadistic methods this Sad Creature employs to entertain you, may eventually give his Master cause for concern...
To continue retaining an employee so blatantly precoccupied with his own self-gratification has to raise doubts on the veracity of his Employer.. Well, that's the general idea folks..*winks...

LATER at 6.30am

*I've just been permitted at least twenty totally pain-free minutes on Cloud 9. Further uncharacteristic and inexplicable behaviour from my Controller...*fascinated..*
I'll never know what prompted the nauseatingly gaggable letter on Page 19 of the latest Weekly Gazette, 2nd February, Issue 611. 'Time to celebrate Nayager's Life'.. Written by an ex-Chairman of the Reservoir Hills Sector Policing Forum, who it appears was oblivious to the contemptuous derision with which he came to be regarded by the very object of his belated praise...
A contempt that Nayager made no effort to conceal at our Motherbody Meetings, when their relationship finally soured, and a tradition that was continued happily by the new Manager at Dodge City, once the Sex Pest had been removed... *waves to the Crumb....

Anyone notice the dramatic increase in crime up in Westville since the hasty redeployment of their Station Head, the redoubtable Cln. Emmanuel? You hadn't connected the dots? Constable Clark? You going to come clean and admit that there's dirty work at the crossroads, or are you going to continue kidding yourself that the Good Guys are in any way in control of the Surveillance technology? *snorts... Have a good one guys..
Peace..

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Friday 3rd February 2012 at 9.31am

2012-02-02T08:08:00.001-08:00

LIKE A CANARY...
(begun Thursday 2nd February at 2.25am..)

I'd rather err on the side of caution than not.. Besides, any sudden change in Balliram's routine is always worth sharing with you here, and this one's fairly startling...
The drastically cleared view to the wirelessed nunu receptors/enhancers dotted about our yard wasn't employed last night, and it remains oddly silent even now as I sit and scribble....
I'd staggered out of bed at 12.05pm for a pee and discovered that despite the weird lack of a background buzz kicking in, our Controller had been a busy boy...

The ache began with my already painful leg, only this time it included my lower spine and travelled right up to my shoulder, neck, and created a cap at the back of my skull... Wow! It appears the Wanker is as determined as ever to cause as much permanent damage as he can... Is this the method he was persuaded to use on his erstwhile pal, Glen Nayager? To chip away steadily over a period of time at the fellow's system, until it was a simple matter to administer a hefty enough dose of that particular transmission to cause actual chest pains?

Pains that had the frightened Sex Pest admitting himself to hospital just one week before his Arbitration Hearings, and seeing to it that the news was published in the Press, neatly and inadvertently setting up his own coup de gras for the following week. You think I'm kidding? What better way for Balliram to prove that he's genuinely crossed the floor, than to get him to lay the groundwork for Nayager's ultimate demise?
Don't give me that nobody knew where Nayager was holed up, either.. He'd become a loose cannon and his every damned move would've been reported back to Barnabas for months..
He could've sung like a canary and caused mega problems for many of the Projects Investors, hey Earl?

Attorney Nepaul is determined to get his fee from the deceased's estate, and I say he's more than earned it.. What the many hypocritical articles on Nayager's death failed to say, was that all the charges, (bar the sexual Harrassment) were dropped on technicalities alone.. Not that the man was in any way innocent on any one count, but that in each case, loopholes were found that allowed him to escape justice...*yawns...
I'm betting that right up until he was taken out permanently, Nayager believed he could pressure Ngobeni into dropping the Sexual Harrassment charges and have him re-instated up at Sydenham Station. I guess he figured he had enough stolen dirt on the Police Commissioner to make it happen, though it turns out his Mentor wasn't anywhere near as confident...

Make it look like a heart attack, Earl? A doddle to achieve, with the Pandora's box of frequency tricks that young Rezah brought down from Sentech, right? While Jannie van Zyl has upped the ante in Craigavon, and just the other day had Ms. Dorny collapse coughing blood nogal, his colleague Michael Barnabas was also resorting to the more lethal of the frequencies, this time employed against his own one-time Pet Monkey, Glen Nayager... Just tidying up loose ends, is about how the ex-Sydenham Station Commander's murder will be regarded by the Druglord and his Mafia Mob cronies...*shrugs...

It's now 3.10am and Nobby just started barking.. Got those old-fashioned cctv cameras operating there, Creep? While I very much doubt they're even hooked up to a monitor, it would be interesting to know what set your dog off at this ungodly hour...
I continue to stubbornly insist that there are camera-like devices in the streetlight cowlings, that may be activated at will, although I'm well aware that a hefty subscription to google-maps would work just as efficiently..*winks...
Will Balliram attempt to sell you on the idea that his warning alarm system has gone belly-up since Wednesday night, when the GW and I had argued briefly as to which direction that noisy buzzing had been coming from? Our confusion is understandable, as the sound is bounced from at least four regular points situated around my front yard... Not a creature can stir without our Controller's knowledge, and there are simply too many who know this to be a fact, for it to be denied..
I've no doubt that when intruders are tasked to invade our property, as with the removal of the little braai from our verandah, Balliram will shrug and say he was out of town or at a Meeting and unable to monitor our home at the time, and I guess it suits you to believe the crud...

I discovered yesterday that my access to the mybroadband Forum was more visibly corrupted than usual... Understandable I suppose, as Karl Muller had replied briefly to a private message I'd sent him... A reply that I confess had me utterly dismayed...
Hey, it was idiotic of me to ever consider that debbie would either wish to, or be in a position to keep up with my interminable ramblings... That I'd hoped against hope that she'd fill the Rocket Scientist in on how the Project is being operated down here in the Zone, and that all Muller had to do was look for the similarities up in Craigavon...
Despite my frustration I'd sent him another pm insisting that Ms. Dorny's fir trees didn't necessarily need to be in direct line of sight to a cellmast to suffer that damage, but that it could just as well have been achieved by a customised and otherwise ordinary-looking wall light like THIS one... A pm that will no doubt wash right on over his pointy head... *grins...

I did find that I was still mildly surprised to see that Garyvdh continues to embarrass himself openly by adding his crass 2 cents worth to the thread, and again I have to wonder at the promises, whether real or veiled, made to him by Jannie van Zyl...
Many of the comments made by Jannie's dwindling Fanbois in reply to the Rocket Scientist were astonishingly stupid, and believe me, I'm sufficiently qualified in that department to recognise them as such...
Has the Telecoms Strategist attempted to persuade any of the really credible posters to add a comment and give his Team of Squealers at least a modicum of credibility? Poisonous Rabbit? The pith-helmetted Observer down in PE? The site-owner's one-liner was marred by a smiley, though I'm guessing there was a certain amount of discussion before it was used? *sad for Rudolph...

*A chopper went by in the distance at 2.40am and still not a single even tentative squeak from any of the various wirelessed nunu enhancers nearby....*

It would appear that my Vice Chair continues to have more than his fair share of crud pumped into his home.. His feet still bother him at different hours of the day or night, and now he's developed flu-like symptoms as well.. Something that I'm fairly sure would be recognized by the Mast Fighter and her family...
All of my suggestions that this rubbish Special Operative be removed from his position have fallen on deaf ears, though Karl Muller himself states that there are many good people working in the telecoms industry..
I'm here to tell the Educator that though that may have once been the case, it's unlikely they're still in SA, as evidenced by Collin P. Balliram's continued employment... I've given you more than enough proof to show that the Cracker answers to no-one but himself and his own base urges... The fact that you still find him too useful to remove, confirms what I've said all along..
That it's a myth to believe there are in fact any genuinely Good Guys at the top of this sorry heap, and that a Druglord's word is now law...

On Tuesday I'd limped painfully into my bedroom to find I could actually put my hands out and feel the wall of heat in the corner... The agony that persisted in the top of my leg for the entire day was a clear indication of the levels of transmissions flooding our home.. As much as the Seriously Rotten continue to insist that the Cracker is vital to the Project, would I argue that he, like Nayager, has become a dangerously weak link, and a serious threat to the secrecy surrounding this appalling project...
Cut him from the herd working at the Ridge Road Wireless Station, and lean on him ever so gently, and that's about all it would take to have this bullying and sadistic Coward telling you everything you wish to know...

As so many of my other guesses and predictions have come to pass, I wait with interest to see if this one follows suit... Will it be as I said? Is the Chop being used to topple one set of criminals before their places are taken by others equally scurrilous, and in doing so will he blow the lid off this rank can of worms?
As brilliant as the Rocket Scientist surely is, there's simply no point in looking for help in that quarter, as he's off and running on a mission that appears to bypass and ignore the Big Brother technology altogether.. Dayem!

BTW - How are you? Any odd aches and pains lately? I wouldn't waste your time scuttling off to your GP either, as the poor chaps don't have a clue as to what ails you... Peace julle..

Thursday 2nd February 2012 at 6.54pm.

2012-01-30T22:26:00.001-08:00

THE MEANS TEST...
(begun Monday 30th January at 4.35am...)

Poor old Hamilton.. Hauled out of his forgotten little corner and dusted off for the Funeral on Friday, he would've been the only one on their list that they could persuade or coerce into speaking kindly of the dead man, and anyway, the eulogy he delivered would've been written for him... *shrugs...
Did I get that wrong as well? Back when sufficient dirt was dug up on Ngidi to have him removed from his post, I could've sworn that both Nayager and his IT Monkey Balliram were involved in the infiltration of the ex-police Commissioner's home, office and phonelines... Ironic if this were true, and yet here we are a few years down the line, and their victim has been asked to stand up and publicly extoll the virtues of that seriously Corrupt and now deceased cop. (See Sunday Tribune Herald, Front page, 29th January )

My friend the Good Policeman had been in our area yesterday afternoon and had swung by to say hello.. I suspect that it was more of a duty call than anything else, as Nayager had been our only common interest and Augustine probably wants to move on. We'd been standing chatting outside my gates when I was amused to see Missus C's Merc sweep up the road and into their gates.. I couldn't say who was in the vehicle, or whether or not they'd hustled home at the sight of the SAPS vehicle, so that Balliram could enhance and eavesdrop on our conversation, but it tickled me no end to imagine this might be the case....
As the one common interest that Col. Mngomezulu and I shared is now reduced to so much ash, it's highly unlikely we'll ever meet again. Sad, but true... *yawns...

I confess that the Mast Fighter's appearance in yesterday's Tribune startled me no end.. (See page 11 of main section Health Hazards), as I'd more or less given up on ever getting an answer to the reason for the shocking appearance of my steadily declining trees along our boundary line HERE.
If I remember rightly I'd told myself that their ugly brittle-bone appearance must be due to old age and nothing else, and had put the matter to bed...
I'd blogged a long time back that it's clear that conifers appear to take the most obvious strain from nearby radio/cellmast transmissions and EMR as you can see HERE where that stately fir tree curls away from the mast on Gray's Inn Road over on the Bluff...
Were Ms. Dorny's trees cooked like that before the iBurst Mast was removed, or has that startling effect been achieved since then? Are there any of THESE lights on a boundary wall or house nearby, that could be giving off a signal powerful enough to have caused that damage? Much as THIS beauty on der Bunker killed off a section of the wild fig in it's path before it was hastily deactivated for some considerable time? *curious..

Turns out that the GW and the Aviator are peas in a pod, and that neither are able or willing to believe that such a thing is even possible. Ordinary lights on a wall, able to push out signals almost as powerful as those of a mast? No ways Jose.... *winks...
Except of course that in many cases they aren't ordinary lights at all, despite their innocuous appearance.. Were the Rocket Scientist to be given access to THIS light outside the back door at No. 32 Michan Road, would he be taken aback by it's inner workings? Or even THESE two ball lights atop the gate pillars of a home over in Grindrod, bordering the playing field?
It's a given that THIS stunner above the door of an outbuilding at St. Theresa's would intrigue Karl Muller mightily, and would go a long way to explaining just how this risky Wireless operation is being run...

Long gone are the days when Muller could've arrived unannounced at that little Convent one evening, and requested that the Sisters allow him a closer look at the technology that festoons that establishment, for a great deal of the National Lotto funding was spent early on, sewing up the St. Theresa Road access points tighter than a tick... I must get on, cheers....

LATER at 9.10am

I'd dropped Flo off at the Tollgate/Berea Rd. bus-stop and hung a left into Vause as usual. Across Silverton and along past DHS to St. Thomas, where I went up to the Ridge Rd. traffic lights... Mother of Mercy, but the sudden onslaught of earache that hit me as I pulled up at those robots was eye-watering, and I had plenty to say out loud as I flipped the finger to the Radio Mast further along...
Is that shit pumping out into the air for ALL of the community to enjoy on this lovely sunny day, or was it restricted to the inside of my car, when some sort of enhancing device was activated at that point?
I'd probably go with the former, as even now back home, the pressure in my ears is way above normal...

Tuesday 31st January at 2.30am

I dunno what woke me.. Could've been the deep ache in my leg, the wind that's sprung up, or what sounds to be a cricket of mammoth proportions just outside my window... Whatever, I'm up...
Yesterday turned out to be a good one.. The Mulberry Tree Slayer was back at his post early on, and I'd gone through the shrubs and handed him my big tree saw to use, instead of the panga he was equipped with.. Turns out his name is Patrick and I'd pointed to where the huge branch had magically torn itself away on Tuesday and said Good Job there, and he'd nodded and smiled in agreement. Safe to assume then, that no termites were ever involved in that branch coming down, but rather an assisted suicide had been employed on the Foul King's orders.. *grins..

Patrick had worked like a demon all day and had gotten that big branch safely down without damaging anything, before he'd moved on to the big tree at the opposite corner of the deck and had taken down all the lower branches there...
At some point during the procedure No. 25 had come along and we'd struck up a conversation... Turns out her name is Thando and she's just as pleasant as all the others he's employed over the years... She explained to me that the trees were being drastically cut so as to give a better view of the skabengas lurking about, (winks wildly), and that she'd been told her employer was going to raise the wall on his deck boundary line...*blinks...
She also appeared to think that any would-be thieves were coming over from our side, and I had to explain to her that was bullshit and that I'd personally watched in the past as they'd gained easy access to the deck via the big tree in B.Snr's corner... *chokes..

*When I'd woken earlier and lain listening, the new arrival had been emitting one loud and continuous buzz, almost a wireless song in fact... Since I've come through here to the desk however, the buzz has suddenly become erratic, and it stops briefly each time I so much as clear my throat or whisper aloud... A means test that has yet to fail me... *grins..*

When the branch was finally sawn free from where it rested on our wall, it took down the sturdy wire grid I'd used to block easy access from Balliram's side, and I'm inclined to wonder whether that was the route used to install a new cricket enhancer at ours overnight... Difficult to say, as the sound of these devices generally seems to bounce about wildly, and if I were to go outside onto the verandah I'm guessing it would fall silent immediately..

The would be entomologist next door is about as good in that field as he is in the field of spy work.. Which is to say, dismal.. *kind pat....
Our lights dipped on at least three occasions last night, and the pesky kettle jackpoint in the kitchen has taken to making a noisy give-away click whenever BigEars attempts to join our conversations... *snorts...What can I say, except that none of this matters at all, for the outdated ethic of taking pride in one's work simply isn't necessary when you're dealing with an entire community of Eejits, right Balliram? *grins.. Moving on...

Has the Foul Creature given you feed-back on the call I made yesterday to Kingsborough down at Toti? A row of some five to six homes situated between two masts and apparently all up for sale?
My assertion that the PTB monitor all calls and mails to and from Professor Leonard Els was confirmed yesterday when I learned that he visited the Kingsborough resident to measure the emissions that are having such a devastating effect on her, only to find that the mast nearest her home had been switched off (!) while the further away culprit was pumping out enormous amounts of whatever...
As I've told you previously, there will be few enough people who own the equipment and skills necessary to measure mast emissions, and if those who do aren't owned by the telecoms industry, they'll be watched like a hawk...
It's guaranteed that there's a stooge out there in Pietermaritzburg who is dedicated to reporting back on every call and mail that the young Prof gets with regard to mast emissions, making it dead easy to arrange in advance that no proof of any wrong-doing will be discovered... *yawns...

LATER at 3.40am

I've just taken Sophie out front for a pee and discovered that we haven't after all, acquired a new and gigantic cricket device.. With the huge amount of clearing achieved by Patrick, I'd guess that LOS has been restored to several of the existing enhancers dotted around our garden, and that our Controller is now merrily bouncing his cricket song from point to point with renewed vigor and volume... *grins at the Wanker....
Does your wife not notice your absence, or has she grown used to sleeping alone while you busy yourself obsessively with a 66 year-old crone? *eyeroll..
Peace...

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Tuesday 31st January 2012 at 9.01am..

2012-01-30T01:17:00.000-08:00

KEEPING COUNT..
(begun Sunday 29th January at 4.45am..)

*Endless mischief with repeated Server Not Found, and the harddrive going bananas for no apparent reason until I disconnected and reconnected... Running like sludge, and still what appears to be interference on the harddrive... Just another day in paradise? *

OK. That was pretty cool.. I'd hit Publish to yesterday's update at 8.46am and then shut down. Twenty minutes later Rajesh was banging on our gate and had come to repair the landline..*dances... After doing some rather risky-looking acrobatics on top of our wall to check the line, he said he'd have to replace the damaged section from our roof to the valley pole, and it didn't take him long to do just that, before we were back in business...
In the past we've been down for a great deal longer than just four days, and despite my whinging I have to say I'd been both delighted and surprised by the tech's arrival..*beams..
He'd left the damaged length of cabling behind, and the GW had picked it up and said he was keeping it. (Perfectly normal behaviour for an inveterate hoarder)..

I could see the copper hanging out of the wires, and even an idiot had to accept that it couldn't be a wireless look-alike, but the real deal... So much for that theory.. *shrugs... Are the two compatible to the extent that you can join a wireless look-alike to the old copper line where it runs INTO the house, or is it the little ISDN box that's still firmly fixed above the skirting board in the lounge, that makes the audio monitoring possible?

LATER at 5.20am

The GW had arrived home yesterday evening to say he'd just bumped into two pleasant young guys who'd been heading into the Chickencoop at No. 6.. He'd gone down and asked them politely if they could tone down the sound system and not run a repeat of the all-night doef-doef held over Friday night, and they'd obligingly agreed. My old man said he thought they were house-sitters, and that the Courageous Couple had probably headed off out somewhere for the weekend..
Hell, I wouldn't know about that, only that the transmissions in our home yesterday were running uncomfortably high, and this morning I hit a wall of BackFire in both the bathroom and the kitchen...
A frequency that's been remarkably scarce for as much as a fortnight...*blinks...

At about 5.10am there was a sudden and very visible dip to our electrics which certainly would support the GW's theory that the two new faces next door have pulled guard-duty for the weekend, and were struggling to get the monitoring up and running correctly...
While on the one hand it confirms my assertion that any Monkey can operate the now-computerised power supplies, I find it just a little disturbing that anything quite so risky can be left to newbies to operate, merely to allow our Area Controller a break from his duties as Eavesdropper par Excellence....

Who're you gonna call? The purported High Priest of Powerlines for the Greater Durban Area, Allen Spence? Were any of us in the care of these raw recruits to have had our assets inadvertently cooked while under their Watch, the fine print disclaimer on your electricity bill says it all...
It's times like these that you realise the necessity for the secrecy surrounding the Wireless Project and the levels of corruption that go into running the system....
Well may the now scrawny Herr Doktor Michael Sutcliffe grin smugly out from the newspapers, clearly more than pleased with the kudos heaped on his scurvy head, by those behind the scenes....

I'd asked the Aviator to try explain to me about so-called hotspots and how you could go say, to a local Mug & Bean and simply connect and have free internet, and he'd manfully risen to the challenge... There has to be a Network operating in the area, and you have to have some sort of password that allows you to log on.
Whether our section of Harris Crescent still holds the title of Hottest Spot in Town is unknown after all this time, but it certainly would explain the ambiguous Sherwood Network that persisted for so long in popping up and blocking my VC's internet access... Is access to this Network restricted and if not, how do you go about acquiring an invite? Kowtow to a bloody thinly-disguised DRUGLORD, and you're IN, FFS?
Geez Earl - Ain't life just grand? For how many years prior to the Wireless Project's inception did you unofficially run Sydenham Station and flood the Zone with banned substances? And here you are a decade later, in charge of the entire Zone and beyond, under the auspices of the telecom's giants and their puppets the ShaikBoyz.. Who would've ever imagined such a thing could happen? *applauds ingratiatingly...

It was just too damned easy, was it not? Beat the Community down with organised crime, corrupt basic service deliveries, flood the area with drugs on an enormous scale, and what do you have? A community ripe for the plucking and only too willing to believe that you're no longer the local Purveyor of Misery but their Saviour instead... *eyeroll...
Little do your Converts realise that while you continue to have your minions distribute whoonga, sugars and the like in the area, your fantabulously new and highly technical product is set to affect the entire population far more dramatically one way or another, than the drugs you peddle...

Is anyone bothering to keep a count? No wonder crime stats aren't available, though I'd suggest the stats on wireless/microwave-related illnesses since 2005 here in the Zone would blow your mind were such figures to even exist... Never have the medical practitioners had it so good, as queues to their rooms increase by the day.. Never mind that they haven't a clue what's really crippling their patients and causing them such pain, as they gaily prescribe medications that do nothing to alleviate the problem..
Once it becomes obvious their doctoring has failed they'll refer you to a specialist who'll make further astonishing inroads on your Medical Aid, (if you're fortunate enough to have such a thing).. Round and round you'll go on your search for someone to diagnose and treat your crippling pain, though many are doomed to fail in their quest..

So - While Barnabas has increased his business interests to include the theft of private information via the powerlines, he is as much the Purveyor of Misery as he ever was.. The by-product of his newest venture doesn't require that you light up, swallow, or inject anything, or even for any cash to change hands... It simply needs for you to blindly believe Michael Barnabas' ongoing lies, and to continue obediently going about your business here in the Zone, without questioning the amazing increase in arthritic-appearing ailments... Make sure you never dare voice your doubts as to the choice of Area Controllers either, or you may find yourself suffering more than just a painful knee or shoulder... *winks...

Those of you who know my VC personally cannot but agree that he's an honourable fellow... Do you not wonder why, if the Druglord has indeed turned to the Light, the assaults on my VC's home and person are allowed to continue, or are you to a man, brainwashed?
Doesn't it occur to you to wonder why, if the Druglord has indeed turned over a new leaf, he continues to allow so many innocent people to be deliberately tortured by the Sadist and his cronies? Or do you subscribe to the bullshit idea that we all somehow deserve what we're getting? Why don't you read my old lips and say after me baaaa, baaaa, baaaa...

Peace...

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Monday 30th January 2012 at 11.57am.

2012-01-27T22:18:00.001-08:00

THE GREEN LIGHT..
(begun Saturday 28th January at 5.41am..)

It's full house with the kid and the Aviator down for a couple of days, making it awkward to chat to you as much as I'd have liked... I'd had to take fat Sophie out for a dump at some point during the night, and could hear the faint doef-doef of my Controller's sound system floating out from der Bunker..
Pretty much an all-nighter then, Creep? Lots to think about, while you idly hop into darkened homes around the Zone?

How many of you trashed my assertion that Nayager's last ride was set up and engineered down to the finest detail? Anyone say that once you got onto the ring-road it was in fact quicker to go to Westville than any of the other hospitals? What about Addington FFS? A hop, skip and jump along the Golden Mile itself, where they could have at least stabilised the fellow...
You want to bet that it was Nayager himself who insisted on Westville? That he was well aware of the wireless saturation at the San and Entabeni, and figured he'd rather take his chances at Westville?

By now you will have seen that we didn't make it to the Funeral, and I gather my VC has already told you the reasons why, on FB.. *shrugs... Karma? You think? I wasn't there when young K was heading back along the Bellair Road towards Mayville, in the lunchtime rush hour traffic. I've no idea what make of vehicle it was that shot out of Wiggins Road just as K reached that little junction.. I was told that he was going fast enough to shunt K's little Toyota into three others, where the kid's car unavoidably took out an innocent pedestrian, who's now in a bad way in hospital.... Karma?

Pay attention here Mistuh Spence.. Remember Siripath Field back in 2008? As if I'd let you forget..
Remember how we'd arrived to find only the two tables set up, and how it was guaranteed I'd go over to have my hand painted at one of those tables? See, it didn't matter which of us got shot that day, or who was standing where, when the gun was fired.. I got the message either way, and that's all that mattered... *shrugs.. I wasn't wanted at yesterday's funeral in Clare Estate, and I imagine that there were more than a few who'd rather my VC didn't see them attend either..
Cato Crest and the Bellair Road are wired to the hilt, and according to the Superintendent of Electricity for Durban, joined us in being one of only two areas that had his highly-technical computerised anti-cable theft technology rigged up on the streetlights back in 2005..*winks..

Invisible cameras in all the cowlings, activated by simply typing in a specific pole's code number? Who's to say the driver who shot out of Wiggins wasn't operating on instructions? Who's to say he hadn't taken a call seconds before K came innocently heading along Bellair Road, and he'd revved his engine and waited for someone to say GO!?
He'd already been re-assured that there was simply too much traffic for the speeds to have reached killer levels, and that he was merely to cause a major fender-bender.. It wouldn't have been difficult to pick the kid out either, as he was driving a little RED Toyota Corolla.... In his eagerness to please, the driver over-compensated, and it ended up being considerably more than just another minor traffic hold-up.. (BTW, a driver that was apparently coming from Chats. *winks..)
I didn't go over and rubber-neck as they loaded the unfortunate pedestrian into the ambo, nor did I go check out the other three cars involved, and I certainly didn't see the perpetrator's vehicle...
I'm betting that it was somewhat sturdier than the little Toyota that K was driving, and that if the youngster hadn't had his seat belt on, this tale would've had a different ending altogether... Karma?

It's become ridiculously easy to set up these scenarios with the help of the Surveillance technology. Every call my Vice Chair makes is monitored, as he's a menace to the Rotten Apples, and by proxy Barnabas himself... The Planners would've known the route K was taking to head home, and would've picked up his car the minute he turned onto the Bellair Road, if not before... Have you already forgotten that it's one of the two cars that were tampered with overnight, as they sat out on my VC's driveway? That it's a given that both his vehicles now carry minute tracker-type signal enhancers, just as mine and the GW's Polo do?
You're getting the picture here? I'd predicted that it was possible my VC would be rendered too ill to attend Nayager's funeral, by way of increasing the transmissions in his home... As it turned out, I was wrong, but the means used were just as effective, were they not? *waves to the Crumb....
Balliram had already heard me remark several times that I'd lost my desire to go to the Clare Estate Crematorium, but they weren't about to leave anything to chance, once Barnabas had said he wanted neither of us there...

What a grand bunch you've hooked up with, Mister Spence, as they play their dark games using the power that you gave them... When was it that you woke to the fact that your larnie title is nothing more than ornamental, and that you have little to no say in what's taking place right now? Were you warned outright, or did you figure out for yourself that you were in way over your head, and that it would pay you to ignore the atrocities taking place, using the technology you installed?

LATER at 7am..

My little home is bursting at the seams, and I'm reduced to chatting to you here in the corner of the lounge, next to the computer.. A corner that has the top of my constantly targeted leg groaning under the amount of wireless in the air...
Has it finally sunk home to Balliram that his erstwhile Mentor and close chommie won't be coming back ever? Is he grief-stricken? I'm going to take a wild guess and say that would be a no.. That he'd already gotten used to the fact that Nayager had fallen out of favour, and that he was to distance himself from the Sex Pest as best he could if he didn't want to be tarred with the same brush.... He'd had a great deal of fun over the years he's worked with the ex-Station Commander of Sydenham.. Fun that he most certainly won't have shared with his Better Half..
Spending so many hours with the Bent Cop as he did, means that he too knows rather more than could prove good for his health, oppie ou einde...

My precious Cracker has shown repeatedly that he struggles to obey orders, and that what little self-control he has, inevitably lets him down at some point or other... He's literally gotten away with murder since 2005, and has probably developed a taste for it by now.. Will this save him? Geez my boy, your guess, as they say.. Have you realised yet that you're surrounded by Liars every bit as good at prevarication as yourself? Would you recognize the wireless frequencies in the event they were turned against you, or would you, like so many of your unfortunate victims, beat a path to the door of the Medical Fraternity, in the hope they could fix what ailed you?
Don't waste your time dude.. As savagely malicious as you've proven to be over the years, the slightest hint of an ailment and you'd do better to pick up a phone and call me... The irony of it is, that we bedraggled and beaten Labrats are pretty much your only hope of safety, were the Authors to decide your time is up, as they did with Nayager... After all, tis they, and not Barnabas who have the final say on such matters of importance, ain't that right, Earl? I'm betting you had to run Nayager's planned demise by at least one of Jannie van Zyl's Superiors to get the green light?

Which reminds me. There's still no sign of a tech out to repair my landline.. If you wish me to carry on stating the bleeding obvious here on my blog, you might care to override His Foulness, and have it repaired asap... Man, it's like yesterday that Tweedledumb swept into our little Sector Policing Forum and grinningly encouraged us to gossip among ourselves... How the hell am I supposed to do that without my landline? *falls over..
Peace..

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Saturday 28th January 2012 at 8.56am.

2012-01-26T22:24:00.001-08:00

TERMINATION OF SERVICE..
(begun Thursday 26th January at 4.20am..)

When I woke this morning it was to find I was wearing a full bodysuit of pain..*blinks.. Pick a part, any part, that hadn't taken a systematic beating overnight...
I'd had a senile moment earlier on in the afternoon and had sent the sms to the Good Cop and then hit Erase instead of Save. IIRC, it went something like this: Nayager knew EVERYTHING about the Intelligence Depts Wireless Project and it would've been easy to kill him using the wireless frequencies.
Ag, if you're interested, ask our Controller to show it to you, being as how you know he owns our phones..Unusually, there was no response...

It's not the first murder that's been committed using the Wireless technology, and you know it's not going to be the last by a long shot... Poetic justice ja. Taken out by the very means he'd had his IT Monkey employ so cruelly on so many innocents here in the Zone, and yet it looks as though he never saw it coming...
If I'd not experienced at least a couple of instances of the Rapid Increased Heart Rate frequency myself, directed by my Area Controller, I might just have bought the heart attack scenario... Oops...
As it is, to be laying on Cloud 9 quietly reading, when my heart-rate suddenly took off for no rhyme or reason, merely added fuel to my assertions that the wireless frequencies ARE being employed as full-on weapons of war...*shrugs...
You can rest assured that I'd probably spoken aloud to Balliram at the time, and that he'd most likely backed off in favour of a more painful option....

Where had Nayager been staying over the last few months? Chats, or still holed up in that flat on Mayville Hill? Blocks of apartments that will have been wired to the hilt for at least three or four years already, right Al?
Had Nayager noticed anything odd about his heart rate at all, prior to the night of Monday 16th January, or had that been the first serious attack made on him, via the powerlines? Come Tuesday, and he'd been so rattled by his chest pains that he'd taken himself off to hospital, much to the delight of his detractors, myself included.. *sighs..

After all the hours that Tweedledumb invested in the Wireless Project on behalf of the Druglord, Earl Michael Barnabas, I'm willing to bet that not a single soul will check out my theory...*yawns...
Did he admit himself to Westville hospital on the 17th January, and which doctor was involved? What was their diagnosis, and what medication did they give him before he was discharged days later? Had said medication been tampered with, prior to hand-out? Majoor Groenewald could tell you how easy that would be to achieve..*winks at the ex-Head of Technical Services at St. Augustine's.

So Balliram - Were you frightened into it, and told that in order to prove that you'd genuinely crossed the floor to the other side, you were to flood your ex-buddy Nayager's abode with that nasty frequency from Monday night 16th January, onwards? Personally, I'd rather believe that one of your equally callous counterparts was imported to attend to Nayager, and that you may have been sufficiently distracted as to have been unaware of his arrival in town..
Rezah? Anyone you know that's easily able to match Ballirams 'skills' with the radio frequencies? *curious.. Hell, you can squeal as long and as loud as you like, that I'm talking kak, and that it was stress alone that took out the ex-Sydenham Station commander, but I'm not buying it....

Very few of you knew more than Nayager about the criminals operating the technology, and he'd become so unstable, that he simply had to go.. *shrugs... Not a difficult decision to make in the end, hey Earl? When the suggestion was first put to you, I'm betting you agreed unhesitatingly, as you've a great deal to lose... You think the message has gotten through to Balliram by now? That he's walking a tightope, and he'd best not step out of line in any way?
Judging from the beating I took overnight, the fellow is as flaky as his erstwhile working partner became, and his name could crop up on your list at any time.... How ironic is it, that were the devastating frequencies to be used against our Controller, it's doubtful he'd recognize them for what they are... He's been dishing out pain and suffering since 2005, and yet I doubt he's ever endured a taste of his own bloody medicine...

See now - If Nayager had suspected anything at all, and had had half a brain left uncooked, he might have thought to call me as soon as his ticker started playing up, and I might just have asked him whether the problems only occurred overnight once he'd gone to bed ...
I might also have suggested that he get the hell out of wherever he was staying, and that he holed up in an area not quite so heavily saturated with the wireless technology.. Ag, look at the time... *gone..

Friday 27th January at 4.35am

Turns out even the GW had noticed the bizarre heat build-up in my bedroom last night.. Whether the Casio clock/temp.gauge would've registered the intense heat is immaterial, as that sturdy little device lost it's screen weeks back, and has been laid to rest forever.. *winks at the killer...
It's fairly touching that at a time when you'd imagine Balliram to be preoccupied with grief, his obsession had him posturing in ours, as savagely as ever... *shrugs...
I'd taken it upon myself yesterday afternoon to call the Merc. Pinetown Dealership on my cellphone and to leave a clear message for Tamara with the Front Desk.
I asked that she be told that I wished to share the costs of having just the downed branch of coral tree removed, and I'm sure she'd be happy to tell you why I made the offer....

By now many of you will have read the various Press reports published yesterday, on Nayager's demise.. (Try Page 3, Daily News, Jan 26th) and if you're a durbanite and have been following, chances are you'll realise immediately that I'm right, and that his death at the fairly young age of 48 was a contract killing..
Commissioner Richard Lister? A new Player, or an innocent walk-on part, due to disappear straight back into the woodwork?
Nayager's cardiologist suggested he be RUSHED to Westville Hospital? *falls on over....
Get this guys... It's midday on a beautiful sunny day down here in Durban.. The drama unfolds at the Elangeni Hotel on the Golden Mile, during lunch time traffic, and on a day when I'm guessing it was more than usually busy down at the beachfront, and yet his Cardiologist insists he be taken to Westville Hospital? *blinks..

Did anyone lean over to the ambulance driver and suggest they took the scenic route? *looks at the Paramedic.... It wasn't long after you'd moved in to your home opposite the little Park that I'd blogged of driving past in time to see what appeared to be three mafioso gentlemen arriving to visit you.. All of them were clad head to toe in black, including black leather bomber jackets that had screamed Curry Mafia at the time.. *grins...
Were you on duty on Wednesday, and did you take the call to pick up the stricken ex-cop, who was doomed to croak well before he'd reached his destination?

As notorious as I am for barking up the wrong tree, I have to consider the possibility that the Ruler of the Zone had decided it would be neat if the so-called Good Guys were allowed to make the hit. Not a problem, as our Earl has an excellent working relationship with both sides, does he not? The Squeaky-Clean have easily as much to lose as the Seriously Rotten, were Nayager to have shot his mouth off, so it was anyone's guess which lot were finally chosen for the job...
I'd attended a CPF Meeting up at Dodge City on the Wednesday evening, and I was back again the next morning on my usual Thursday fly-by to find that the air of relief among the staff I encountered was palpable... Nayager had dirt on many of the officers stationed at Sydenham, and I've little doubt he'd been pestering them with threatening phonecalls for a very long time..

All way too circumstantial? Hell yes, and there's no ways anyone will care enough to check out my allegations..*yawns... His 'heart problem' would've been created by using the Wireless frequencies to flood his hide-out, and when his genuine stress on Wednesday at the Hearing kicked in, who knows but that he swallowed a pill prescribed for him by his Westville cardiologist.. A cardiologist who had insisted the ambulance by-pass all the other hospitals that were closer, and drive all the way out to Westville in lunch-hour traffic..
What took place in the back of the emergency vehicle during that interminable ride will never see the light of day, but personally I have to wonder whether in his last terrified moments on earth, a little white dog didn't dance across his failing vision, and whether he'd have known who she was straight away...
I guess that if there is a hereafter, she'll also greet her ex-owner with the same delight she used to show anyone that paid her attention, were it good or bad....

Yesterday I'd considered attending my first-ever funeral, if only to shake the ex-Missus Nayager's hand.. I've since changed my mind, as it looks to be an all-day affair and more than I'd be able to manage..
Our landline remains down, despite having been issued a Fault number and making several follow-up calls.. We'd pulled up alongside a Telkom Project tech parked in Cullingworth yesterday morning and I was delighted to find that I have a terrific portrait shot of the dude in one of my earliest albums, taken some years ago in Brickfield Road... He'd obligingly scribbled a note on his work sheet, but I hadn't expected anything to come of it, and it didn't...
Your landline has been down for 3 weeks and still no sign of it being restored? Why should ours be any different? You dare ask that, knowing what we've endured? That since 2005 we've been systematically cooked on medium to high by a sadistic psychopath, with the full knowledge of the Telkom Strategist? Sies vir julle almal...
What are the chances that we have a powercut later this morning? If our Area Controller is to attend his ex-buddy's funeral, who will he leave in charge of us? Easier to simply cut the power, but we'll have to wait and see....
Peace...

---oOo---

Friday 27thf January 2012 at 9.17am...

2012-01-25T01:38:00.003-08:00

THE GODS ARE SMILING...
(begun Tuesday 24th January at 4.30pm.)

Not twenty-four hours after my Controller's Pool Guy had despatched the pesky mulberry tree on our boundary line, a great wind sprang up and took down a big branch of the coral tree, (a tree that was indeed infested with white ants), killing our landline deader than a dodo in the process...
The gods certainly appear to be smiling on the Project, do they not? Well, one of them at least.. *winks..

By the time I finish clearing away as much of the debris on our side that I can, that powerful enhancer on der Bunker will pretty much have it's unrestricted LOS back again...
The last couple of months and all the lovely rains have seen my little garden flourish as it's not done in yonks, though I've an idea that's all about to change dramatically, and quite soon, as young V is really enjoying his DSTV over in the jondolo, and it certainly doesn't come for free...
I find I'm pathetically grateful that he wasn't tasked to cut down the mulberry tree himself, and it would probably be kinder to let him surreptitiously kill off much of my now sturdy jasmine, and see to it that my amazing thunbergia hedge dies back to within an inch of it's life, as has happened before.
Chances are that my accepting that these things are inevitable, may spoil some of Balliram's malicious pleasure, but it's not like he's going to actually call me and ASK whether V could improve his line of sight, now is it? *teeth..

Wednesday 25th January at 3am..

I'd switched my bedside lamp off at 8.32pm last night, and at 8.35pm I put it back on to note that my Controller's alarm had just gone off as he fumbled to increase the monitoring to my bedroom... Tsk, tsk... *yawns...
He's given me a couple of tastes of the Pain to the Ovaries before. Enough that I knew exactly what Sue the Book and Missus B. Snr were describing, though my experiences had been fairly brief and achieved in my corner of the lounge.
This morning, at precisely 2.35am, I came awake fast and drenched with sweat, to a serious demonstration of that particular charmer. Naturally the pain disappeared the minute I left the Sacrificial Altar, leaving behind only a dull ache in my lower back. I'd barely made coffee and sat down here at the desk, when one of his wirelessed nunu devices kicked in softly outside the window, and I tutted at it automatically...

How much skill do these assaults require? I would suggest that once I'd been aligned forever to Balliram's sights as I lie on Cloud 9, that even a half-trained monkey would have no problem hitting me with the frequency of choice. So, no skills needed, just the right amount of malicious intent.. What is it that runs through his fried head at that point, that drives him to such excessive displays of sadistic behaviour?
As he's been employing that particular frequency on Sue and Missus B.Snr. for some weeks already, what made him decide it was now my turn?
Would a full-on psychopath merely shrug at this point, and say it's simply because he can?

Did little shrooms from mweb's Studio 54 trivia channel ever follow through and specialize in disorders of the mind? I'd hazard he never in his wildest dreams considered the possibility of studying the effects that controlling such enormous amounts of power would have on so many of those chosen by the Project Authors to operate the system... *it's now 3.20am and Sophie has just been driven off my bed, flapping her ears frantically*.
Were studies done in the field of megalomania included in the archived data you were given, Rezah? *curious.. Are the Authors already well aware that a large proportion of their Controllers unavoidably succumb to feelings of god-like omnipotence, or were they chosen deliberately as already displaying a tendency towards this behaviour, even before they were handed control of their various community's lives? A fascinating field indeed...

I get the impression that Schabir is determined to thrust those shadowy GuptaBoys back into the limelight, and that he could if he wanted to, spill the beans on the reason for their move to South Africa in 1993.
Our Head of Intelligence and his siblings had to have been aware that Telkom/Vodafone had invited the Guptas to play a pivotal role in the Wireless Surveillance Project and 1993 would've been about when the first serious talks began on wiring up the nation... (See Daily News, Page 2, January 23rd. 'Who are the Guptas and why are they important?'.

The telecom's giants would've long been aware that the Guptas were seriously sharp cookies who were remarkably free of morals and scruples.. In fact, themselves the perfect patsys to have waiting in the wings to take over from the ShaikBoyz, once they'd outgrown THEIR usefulness.. *belches.. Our poor President would've been dazzled by the huge amounts of cash they flashed about, and easily persuaded that they had nothing but his best interests at heart.. *chokes..
I've never forgotten how the ex-Ward Councillor had said what a truly nice guy Jacob Zuma was, though that would've been well before he was put into the hot seat...
His failure was due to his complete inability to see the wolves that came skulking out of the woods the minute he was made President. Everyone wanted a piece of our Jacob, and he was happy to oblige..*sighs..

There'd been a mild mention made a week or so ago by my VC that we enquire as to whether we would be allowed to attend Nayager's latest arbitration Hearings, and it suddenly occurs to me to wonder whether that casual remark is what has him now as sick as a dog (his words), with what he imagines are flu-like symptoms? Lazzie? Is my VC's sudden illness in anyway connected to the Hearings currently underway at the Elangeni? A just-in-case attack to ensure he's in no condition to follow up on that fleeting idea? Were you left out of that particularly nasty little loop? I'd be surprised to hear that, for I guess your Mentor is well aware of how much you enjoy it when my VC is made to suffer as a result of his dedication to duty.. *gags..

The GW had finally attempted to report our downed landline last night, though his efforts had proved unsuccessful..*winks.. Will the techs be able to repair it from the valley pole, or will they have to venture onto our property to get it reactivated?
It'll be interesting to see just how long it takes, once the GW puts in an official report, to have our line restored, and I'll keep you updated...

LATER at 8.40am..

It appears we're back to square one and that when Balliram heads over to the Wireless Station on Ridge he leaves the levels of monitoring in our home cranked to maximum, despite all my audible protests. This morning it's all my fillings and a dull and persistent ache in my lower spine that tell me when it comes to our house, Balliram practises his usual over-kill...

LATER at 9.25am

Hot, sweaty and mildly irritable, I've manage to saw and cut the bits of tree that were actually lying on our phoneline and wonder of wonders, it still runs right to the telephone pole and hasn't snapped. Small mercies. Turns out it's an enormous branch that's peeled away from the main tree, and I was all for calling the Finance Manager at Merc. Pinetown to apologise for the problem caused by the 'wind'.. Until I realised that at the rate vodacom has been sucking money from my cellphone lately, I simply couldn't afford to call her. Instead I've taken a whole lot of pictures of our undamaged precast wall (apart from the existing cracks caused by Balliram's decking contractor, which I'd shown to Missus C once I'd noticed it) and the remarkably fresh-looking and white-ant free scar where the branch separated....
While the rest of the coral tree looks as strong as it ever was, would you care to bet that Balliram plans on having it razed to the ground to expose his home and family to yet more of the signal enhancers facing der Bunker from all angles?

I very much doubt that the little woman has much fight left in her these days, and that she's adopted a 'it's his business, let him do what he wants' attitude to keep the peace..*shrugs... Am I jumping the gun again? I'll keep you posted, as they say...
Peace julle..

LATER at 12.20pm

The Good Cop just called five minutes ago and you could literally hear how upset he was. He said that the evidence given at this morning's arbitration Hearing was overwhelming and that Nayager attended, only to collapse with a heart attack and be taken off by ambulance. How wrong was I, in assuming he was playing sick? It looks like another bad call on my part. Nobody wanted it to end this way.. Did I say nobody? Was Nayager himself proving a threat to the Project? You'll never know, will you.

Wednesday 25th January 2012 at 12.23pm.

2012-01-23T22:50:00.001-08:00

SMALL-FRY..
(begun Tuesday 24th January at 5.10am..)

A quick glance through yesterday's Daily News and I found Barnabas' colleague adorning Page 5 with 'Agliotti sitting pretty while Selebi battles'.. More blah, blah, blah confirming that he's got sufficient stolen dirt on the Top dogs to avoid prosecution... *yawns..
I bet you can guess what made this otherwise fairly dull piece interesting? No? His tweets apparently indicate that he has a 'bad arm' and that his GP has put him off playing golf for six weeks, while he undergoes rehab.
Arm, or shoulder? *curious..
After almost two months or more on anti-inflammatories, the GW still lets out an involuntary groan if he's careless and moves his arm a certain way... B.Snr. confirmed just last week that he too still has the identical problem with his shoulder..*blinks...

Want to bet that whoever has access to the Agliotti mansion via his powerlines, has flooded that home with the same wireless transmissions that caused these painful and seemingly unmendable problems down this end? The Gauteng Druglord's doctor won't have a clue what's causing his wealthy client's pain and discomfort, and will have trotted out the usual trite tendonitis or arthritis line, and kept his fingers crossed that it would go away....
The Joburg Area Controllers must be easily as bored with their monitoring as their counterparts in Durban, so here's an idea.. Spend a couple of hours ferretting about among your contacts up there and see if what I say isn't spot on.. *grins...

The fellow is small-fry up next to our Earl, though he and his fellow criminals will have been considered useful enough to employ to get the Wireless Surveillance technology up and running in that corner of the world.. I figure Agliotti succumbed early on to the Deification Disease that seems to affect everyone given control over large swathes of powerlines, and the ability to thieve private information from whoever he chooses...
A disease that had Glen Nayager believing he was some sort of god, to the extent that he overstepped the mark and fell out of favour... *belches...

Will Agliotti have his powers removed, and will he too be demoted to running Organised Crime in the area, or has he in some way offended the PTB to the point where the tables have been turned and it's his own home's power supplies that are being used against him?
It's possible he didn't show enough deference towards our Earl, and that this lapse eventually reached Barnabas' ears, resulting in the loss of Agliotti's ability to enjoy the greens up in Gauteng... Will he be allowed to recover, or is the damage done irreversible, and he'll never swing a club again? *fascinated...
You dudes and dudettes infesting the powerlines up in Gauteng could amuse yourselves by finding out if my guesswork in this regard isn't just perfecto mundo....

It would be a great PR exercise for the so-called Good guys in favour of the Surveillance technology to demonstrate that no-one can escape the Eavesdroppers, not even those on the inside of this filthy scheme...
Reassuring hey? Eh, spare me the bullshit...
When I hear that Michael Barnabas has been seen limping about his Kingdom using a cane, or I see for myself that Collin P. Balliram needs assistance getting up his own driveway, only then would I begin to consider the tide may be turning, and that one set of criminals is about to be replaced by another...
As rotten-to-the-core as Michael Barnabas and his Lackeys surely are, they're still amateurs when it comes to Jannie van Zyl's Superiors, and the callous means they're using to enslave the entire country...

LATER at 6.10am

My Controller might want to tell his versatile Elim Pool employee (or was the dude from the now defunct Crown Pool Co?), that I'm pretty chuffed with the couple of pics I took of him yesterday at 2.26pm, and that I'll have a print made for him when I get the opportunity... *beams...
Considering I was teetering on top of that dodgy little ladder, on my one remaining good leg, when I took THIS picture, I guess I've reason to be pleased...
Though I'd been out in good time to stop the destruction of the rapidly growing mulberry tree that was doing so well just below our wall in the valley, Balliram's employee was having none of my protests, and slashed it to the ground in under five minutes...*grins..
Man, it was always doomed to die one way or another, being as how it ruins our Controller's LOS, and I guess using the pool guy to blatantly ignore my pleas gave our Sicko the most satisfaction at the time.. *chortles...

Besides, mulberry trees are on the Park's Hit List as invasive aliens, are they not Manisha? Never mind that up against the wall of poison that now fills the air, any tree is a good tree, right? It's like some sort of sick joke that so many qualified horticulturists have been easily persuaded to condone the destruction of trees, alien or otherwise, in order to promote LOS for the Surveillance technology.. They'll stand by happily watching as their colleagues in the Water Department uncap hydrants and run off millions of litres of precious water to alleviate the pressure build-up caused by the fibre cabling now stuffed through so much of the country's waterlines, while sanctimoniously insisting that this or that established tree is detrimental to the water table, FFS... *spews...
Would Wayne or Manisha care to come out and attempt to diagnose the disease that assails all the trees that border my valley wall, both inside and out, and including my avo tree? Nope, it ain't the good old white-ant infestation that's killing them off, as much as you'd like to believe that lie... Those trees were 'dealt with' a good while back, and the results are startling, to say the least..
You've heard the rumour that your Muni employed crews carry around cans of Axe or whatever that poison is called, but as long as they don't actually apply it in your presence, mum's the word?

I guess that using the tree poison is a last resort, for in many cases a Monitor will establish that an area is deserted apart from the domestic workers, and a Parks crew will arrive with their power-saws and swiftly remove landmark trees from verges, to the dismay of returning residents... Hell, you've all read letters in the Press from outraged tree-huggers demanding to be given reasons for the eradication of long-established trees in their area. And you just know the authorities aren't going to go knock on those doors and explain that it's in order to promote the removal of the community's privacy altogether, and quite possibly to ruin their health in the process... *vomits..
Right now the Blessed Project is seeing to it that we're breeding an entire society who are being encouraged to believe that lies and subterfuge are the norm, and that their own acts of corruption are for a worthy cause and therefore permissable... *yawns...

Yeah Missus Kazee - I'm still grumbling away into the wind down here, as your own driveway and the road it meets continue to be worn away by your copious runoffs...
Are you keeping tabs on your cousin up the road, and whether the ex-Ward Councillor and his family are feeling the effects of a roof stuffed with wireless boosters? Any of your own family members experiencing crippling aches and pains, that your doctor will hesitantly diagnose as arthritis-related?
While it's a given that you're among the privileged, and therefore exempt from having your home flooded with the devastating wireless transmissions, chances are that your LOS to the Raftery/Harris cellmast and those fierce lights in the little park, could take their toll on your family anyways, and I'd be really surprised were your cousin and his family to escape scott-free as well...
I'll continue to insist that Mr. Essay's unfortunate demise last year was in part due to the situation of his home and Balliram's gung-ho use of those hugely powerful lights in the park to gain illegal access to the houses in the area...

We'd had a little social event planned for straight after last night's CPF Meeting. As usual my Vice Chair was organising it pretty much single-handed, so I was dismayed to hear early yesterday morning that he'd been running some sort of fever and had been laid low overnight... *studies Balliram...
Testing just how far you can go and still get away with it, you Chop? Fosho you are... I see you've finally abandoned all your attempts to appear as a normal civilized member of Society, and are simply going for broke?
Beware the Deification Disease dewd, although I guess my warning comes way too late, and simply bounces off of your cooked head like so much chaff in the wind....
I'd hazard that you will be remembered in the end, though not necessarily for the reasons you'd like... *shrugs...
My endless waffles have made me late, and I must go and feed the birds...
It's a beautiful if damaged world out there, and I hope you make the most of it while you can...
Peace..

---oOo---

Tuesday 24th January 2012 at 9.34am..

2012-01-23T00:20:00.005-08:00

FAME AND FORTUNE...
(begun Monday 23rd January at 4.15am..)

Never mind Nayager's lame Sickie...
If you'd bothered to read the front page lead article in the Weekly Gazette, Issue 611, Botched Hijacking - Man shot outside Mosque, you'll see why Schabir might have reason to be nervous... (Sunday Tribune)
Did you stop to think that Shaber Asmal's bloody death outside the Spark's Road Mosque last Monday might not have been the random killing reported in the Press?
With the use of the hidden cameras in the streetlight cowlings, combined with cellphones, contract killings can now be carried out with astonishing precision..

Was it Mr. Asmal's murder that finally pushed the Arms Dealer into speaking out in the Tribune yesterday? Was Asmal simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, or was he set up? You might want to ask the Overseer of All Stolen Information within the Zone for his opinion, though it's highly unlikely you'd get the truth..
Is Schabir aware that the ballsy young Sydenham Cop that went after the hijackers in Alpine Road is Barnabas' own nephew? No coincidence involved? You're absolutely sure of that?
There's so much double-dealing going on that it's impossible to tell whether Schabir is following a Dodge City AmDram Society script, or whether he's genuinely had the frighteners put on him.

If he's chosen to trust the Druglord and do as he says, I can only hope he doesn't come to regret it..
When the GW had seen Shaik the week before, down at the Springfield Golf Shop, the fellow had been on his own, loadng his golf clubs into his boot. Hardly the actions of a man who feared he could be taken out at any point, especially one who's well aware that his every movement is tracked via the powerlines and the Surveillance technology that saturates the Zone..
That lengthy Press release in the Tribune looks to have been prepared well in advance, and you have to wonder whether the unfortunate Mr. Asmal's untimely death at the mosque on Monday was the carefully engineered trigger that subsequently led to Schabir's outburst in the Sunday paper...

Unlikely as it is that the Arms Dealer has fallen out with Michael Barnabas, I have to ask where Captain S. was at the time the GW saw Schabir at the golf shop? Did my old man simply miss seeing the SAPS Sydenham vehicle lurking nearby, or is the staunch Captain now using an unmarked car for his guard duties? If Schabir genuinely fears for his life, he could do a whole lot worse than bring it to the attention of the public, and I only hope I'm wrong in suspecting that it was our Earl himself that suggested Schabir go that route...
Earl - whose allegiance may well have shifted a long time ago from the Shaiks to the Guptaboyz, in his ongoing quest for fame and fortune...
I've no doubt that the Druglord sees himself as some sort of Grand Master who moves his pawns about the board with glee, and it's a given there's no way he would've escaped the cooked-in-the-head belief that he himself is now omnipotent.

All of which will be exactly as the Project Authors had predicted would happen, not so, Mr. van Zyl?
Barnabas will be allowed to continue thinking he's untouchable until such time as he's outlived his usefulness.. Does he seriously think he can outplay the telecoms giants and their Master Plan, or is he simply having too much fun to think that far ahead?

LATER at 6.45am

By the time you read this, it'll be old news.. Nonetheless, I've just fetched today's Times from off the driveway and find that on Page 4 Shaik Denies Threats, which I confess had me quietly chortling..
Schabir now insists that he was ill-quoted in the Sunday Tribune, and that he distances himself from that article altogether *winks.. Bollocks! If Zuma has been ignoring every effort you've made to contact him, what better way to wake him up than by the use of a headline in a Sunday newspaper, (and then of course to hastily back down a day later?) *chokes..

The entire effort has the rank smell of a co-produced Barnabas/Dodge City theatrical production par excellence.... Threaten to rat on the President and his cronies, and then insist you were mis-quoted? *falls over.. Geez Schabs - I hope you've handed copies of your manuscript to several trusted friends for safe-keeping? If you've been using a PC or laptop to thrash out your book, the contents so far will already be in Barnabas' possession, though I guess you're aware of this?
Ever used a manual typewriter before? It might be a good idea to head over to your nearest Cash 'n Carry to invest in a workable Remington? Ek jok nie meneertjie... *shrugs..
Hell, for all I know the book you purport to be writing is just another imaginary prop used in your effort to get what you consider to be justice...
As long as you remember that anything and everything that plugs into a socket at 343 Innes Road, is now the property of one Michael Barnabas, to do with as he chooses...

LATER at 8.55am

Three times I dialled the Mast Fighter's number, and three times it rang before the line was deliberately dropped. Is it possible I'm becoming more than just a casual nuisance? Why would my call to Ms. Dorny be so blatantly blocked? Is someone afraid that when I run my VC's symptoms by her, she'll recognize them immediately as being identical to something that she and her family were subjected to, via her powerlines?
While I'm able to accept that he's quite possibly bed-ridden today due to nothing more than a bad bout of flue or the like, the timing of this illness simply reeks of Rotten Apples...

In fact, I smell a rat in more ways than one, and if a suggestion were to be cautiously made to the Honourable Man that he is now being targeted due to my blog, I shouldn't be in the least bit surprised.. *shrugs.. Can I say with any confidence that any such idea planted, would merely serve to spur him on to enquire further about the Wireless Surveillance technology and the criminals that operate the system here in the Zone? Nope. I can't do that, for I truly have no idea how he'd react, and that's the bottom line..

Gonna give it a shot Earl? Gonna get your 'friend' to drop it in the pot, on the off-chance that it might work? It's three strikes and you're out, dewd... You failed miserably on that score with B.Srn. despite that your efforts are probably what's led to their relocating.. I'm hoping against hope that you've also failed with Michan Road, but there I'll have to wait and see...
Is the Telecoms Strategist still denying that he plays a role in this skullduggery? If this is so, how are these criminals able to access and control both landlines and cellphones here in the Zone, unless the Rotten were granted permission by both Telkom and vodacom? *teeth...

While I'm at it, what exactly was THIS telkom technician doing in the white box strapped to the phone pole in the valley outside Number 10 Harris Crescent on the 8th May 2007? Then on the 15th May 2007 a different tech was back and working on the line where it feeds into their house... On the 6th August 2007 there'd been a third chap digging about in No. 10's white box. An inordinate amount of work for a standard call-out surely? I'd lay odds that those three visits by Telkom didn't result in the home-owner's 'tinnitis' improving in any way at all... *winks..

Peace..

---oOo---

Monday 23rd January 2012 at 10.59am..

2012-01-21T23:11:00.000-08:00

LOWERING THE BAR...
(begun Sunday 22nd January at 1.45am..)

I figure the Tubster for a local lad... He drives a white Beemer ND. 27301, and while I've nothing against the dude personally, you just know when he hoves into view, that the mischief at ours is set to escalate... One half of a duo that currently seem to make up Balliram's security blanket, and who encourage the Sick Bastard to behave in a rather more juvenile fashion than becomes an Area Controller.
What am I saying, FFS? I've really got no idea how the average Controller is expected to conduct himself/herself, and am justifiably inclined to judge you all by Balliram's *coughs* standards...
When it's just the three of them hunkered down in der Bunker, does the Creep activate the Speaker phone option to our abode, so they can all enjoy my croaked utterances? When I'm aware that the Sadist has company and the painful mischief begins to increase as I sit in my corner of the lounge, or recline on Cloud 9, I will sometimes ask aloud whether Tamara or their wives or girlfriends are aware of the particularly savage pastime they indulge in... I have to guess that at that point he inevitably and hastily removes his chommie's listening options. Is that the end of the nonsense? Hell no. At some point I'll pay dearly for that little bit of party-poopering, just as I was woken earlier at 12.45am with a nasty ache that travelled from my neck to my knees, and refused to leave..*yawns..

I've no doubt that at this point the Devout will roll their eyes heavenwards and mutter sanctimoniously that this is further proof that you reap what you sow? *gags.. It's sad to think this judgemental and short-sighted attitude is probably one of the main reasons why atheism is on the increase...
Frankly, I'd rather you owned up to the satisfaction you feel at my plight, than laid it at the church's door... Churches mind you, that here in the Zone were persuaded by way of massive hand-outs and upgrades to their facilities, to hop on board the Information Theft Project, and to promote the wireless signals at the cost of their innocent charge's health..

Check out THIS crew beavering away on the roof of St. Theresa's toddler's dormitories back in February 2008. Why would the Convent admin. not believe these guys when they said they were implementing safety measures for the little ones and their Carers? They were the experts after all, and your average man-in-the-street was clueless when it came to humans being exposed to copious amounts of EMR and wireless frequencies...
By now I figure the denials that the Convent has indeed been rigged up as a mini-base station have ceased, as it's all too obvious to anyone who knows what to look for, to drive down Harris Crescent and take a dekko in that direction.
The upgrades and improvements made to the establishment and paid for by the National Lottery, are impressive indeed, and the hidden costs exacted from the inmates will never come to light...

The crippling effects that the technology has had, and is having, on some of the older Sisters, was easily ascribed to their age, though I'd be interested to know exactly how many of them began to take serious strain on their joints from 2005 onwards... If I've got it right, studies have shown that the two and three-year old charges housed in the strategically well-sited dormitories are more susceptible than most to the emissions, and I've already explained more than once how easy it would be to cover up any signs that the children were being affected..
Mischief-making? Are you serious? Since the arrival of the pesky Karl Muller on the scene, few of you can claim ignorance of the horrendous effects this so-called sophisticated technology is having on the community, though I suspect that if you've not yet been directly affected, you can shrug it off as so much hog-wash...
As much as Collin P. Balliram is being allowed to continue controlling the powerlines, must I conclude that you condone this appalling abuse of Human Rights as a small price to pay in return for ridding the country of the corrupt trough-feeders... *stomps off back to the Sacrificial Altar at 3.15am.

LATER at 6am..

A these days rarely heard rainbird was calling somewhere down in the valley at 5.15am, and here's hoping it's got it right and that there's rain on the way..
Missus G up next to the Assessment Centre refers to the Parkland opposite theirs as a d'Moss area.. Something I missed, or is she mistaken?
Were I to search for the by-laws governing such an officially designated area, what would I find? Does THIS look like a d'Moss area to you? No really?
Yep, the cable guys and their fleet of mostly unmarked vehicles are back and have set themselves up to further ride rough-shod over what Missus G refers to as a protected area...

*standing out on the verandah a minute ago, in DLOS to the ostensibly defunct overheads by Kasim's at No. 2, I'm hit with both earache and filling ache on that side, and must remind you that even if your streetlights don't shine as they should after dark, they continue to flood your homes with wireless frequencies..*

Hopefully it should be a fairly simple task to check whether she's correct, or whethers she's quite possibly been misled...If indeed that little park has been set aside as an official d'Moss area, would that include the valley here below, that the parks feeds into, and if not, why not?
I've an endless supply of awkward questions, hey Al? Easily a part of the reason why you appeared so chuffed that we were to be victims of your initial Project, including your failed highly-technical computerised anti-cable theft technology...*winks...
I guess you can follow the Gestapo Camp Commander's lead when he insisted to the judges at Nuremberg that he was just doing his job?
There's no comparison? Why, begging your pardon Mistuh Spence, but I believe that's one of the nearest metaphors to the truth that I've trotted out so far...

Sure, the methods you employ are by necessity far more surreptitious, and the effects are nothing like the swift results achieved by the gas chambers.. Your victim's agonies will easily be shrugged aside as due to any number of a wide variety of standard ailments, ensuring that you and your cronies are unlikely to ever see the inside of a cell...
At this point may I counter the Devout's tendency to quote the bible, by giving you one of my own? For right now it certainly appears that the Wicked are set to inherit the Earth, and that you're all going to sit back and let it happen without a fight...

LATER at 7am..

For one who was so adept at self-promotion during his reign as Head of Sydenham Station, it must rankle to be at the bottom of the heap... Today's Sunday Times haven't so much as devoted a single line to the convicted Sex Pest, Glen Nayager's, sudden and well-timed hospitalisation this week... *blinks..
Will the Editor of the Tribune Herald have been persuaded to announce this once often referred to as a Top Cop's medical problems, acquired just a week prior to the resumption of the Hearings? I'll have to wait and see...
And why are these Hearings being held at the Elangeni Hotel FFS? Elementary my dear Watson...
Back when Nayager was pimping for Jackie Selebi he always saw to it that the then Head Honcho of SAPS was booked into the Blue Waters hotel on his visits to Durban..

One of several on the so-called Golden Mile that will have been wired to the max with the Surveillance technology. In fact, I'd not be surprised to find that Nayager had offered the authorities the monitored results of more than one of Selebi's visits to town, once it became apparent that our Jackie had fallen out of favour... Clearly the Elangeni is similarly wired with the invasive technology and in particular, the area that is being used for these Hearings...
If I had to guess at who could possibly still be interested in this Thug's future, it wouldn't be the Druglord Barnabas, but Nayager himself, who will go over and over the audio visuals that are due to be created at the Hearings held between January 23rd and 27th, in a last desperate attempt to find a loophole to bail himself out of the dwang...*grins...
He's done it before, and no doubt while playing back past proceedings, he's come across chance remarks made that have gotten him off whatever hook he'd been on at the time... Neato...

I've a question for Head Office over there at the Ridge Road Wireless Station? Who is it that continues to allow this now CIVILIAN access to the monitoring that's done at the Elangeni? Who is it that insists that Nayager continue to be apart of the Project in any way, be it via his relationship (vehemently denied?) with Balliram, or his Mentor, Barnabas? And is Commissioner Ngobeni aware that the Hearing proceedings are being heavily monitored and recorded? *fascinated..

LATER at 8.53am

The GameWrecker says that in his opinion that little park isn't d'Moss, or all the beautiful fruit trees would've been destroyed. It's interesting to see the harddrive going bonkers as I attempt to log into the mybroadband Forum at 8.50am, and the resulting snail's pace with which it finally loads the page... *winks at Balliram...
Peace julle..

---oOo---

Sunday 22nd January 2012 at 9.58am..

2012-01-21T02:42:00.001-08:00

HIDDEN COSTS..
(begun Friday 20th January at 5.45am..)

I'd been skiving off, just lying there mulling things over, when my cellphone rang ten minutes ago... As soon as he dropped the line I called the number back, and he'd mumbled something incoherently before I'd laughed and rung off... *shrugs..
I'd been thinking about colours actually, and how cleverly they're being used to camouflage things.. Would it be pure coincidence that THIS latest addition to our Controller's newly-modified streetlight pole blends so perfectly in with the pole colour itself? A red-herring designed to titillate the tard, or something of real interest? Check out THIS disk, now literally strapped around Balliram's pole about 3 or 4 feet off the ground. See when I put the pic on zoom, how those three little holes in the centre resemble the entry point for a three-pin plug of sorts? Access to the fibre cabling that snakes up the pole?

I would've shrugged it off except for the fact that I found it remarkable how the dirty ochre colouring of the disk matched that of the pole itself so perfectly, as to render it nearly invisible... Add that to the fact that I've not seen another device like it, and it's got my nose up and sniffing the air..
Want to tell us the purpose of this new addition Al? Without resorting to one of the wide range of lies you carry in your back pocket for emergencies..? *winks...
Something fits into those 3 holes and appears to have been made easily accessible to anyone passing by that carries the correct plug-in device... Are you going to laugh it off as just a bit of fun at my expense, or is it rather more than that?

If indeed tangible receiver/transmitters exist to activate the noisy wirelessed nunu system that criss-crosses the length of Harris Crescent and presumably many of the properties, including ours, are they too of such a drab colour as to pass unnoticed? Something along the lines of THIS substance used on Freddie the Accountant's upper-story wall, right next to where THIS fat cable enters his home? Interesting how it glows that lumo-green hey? I doubt I'd ever be lucky enough to catch another similar phenomenon, but it begs the question whether that's all it takes to bounce a signal back to the Controller's Smart-phone or laptop? A tiny dab of a similar substance, and bob's your uncle?
The merest dot that will blend in beautifully with the general wear and tear on a precast wall or the bricks of your home? Find the right dot and you get to win first prize? A near impossible task, and one that I'd almost given up on, until I saw the stunningly clever colouring of that disk on Balliram's pole..

Who and how would they get past your electric fence and your savage dogs in order to decorate your property with those nifty enhancing devices? That's an answer that's so simple it'll take a good man five minutes to figure out, and that's good enough for me.. *chortles at the inside-joke shared with Balliram...
Proof? I do believe I can provide you with evidence of the blatantly illegal and corrupt methods used by Mr. Spence and his partner-in-crime, the Druglord Barnabas, to wire up resident's homes without their knowledge or permission... *yawns..

But then it's not something you lot really want to hear is it? Any purported 'investigations' into our Intelligence Department's corrupt activities will be dragged out endlessly, at least until the entire country has been saturated with the Information Theft technology, at which point a few token heads will roll, ne Janneman? *teeth.. Anyone else noticed the increase in the local press of advertisements offering a wide variety of ways to ease your horrendous arthritic aches and pains?
Sheer coincidence that these snake-oil doctors have noted the massive rise in the number of people in the area who are becoming more crippled by the day?

Have I not myself been made an example of ? Another of the benign and amiable Barnabas' little 'jokes' designed to amuse the troops, fosho.... Prove it? Ah Earl, you know I can't do that, and that your psychotic Monkey can continue his destruction with impunity.... You're simply having the time of your life, not so? Has Schabir figured out that you're not to be trusted in any way? The GW spotted him at the Golf Shop down at the Village Market in Springfield the other day, and I guess I was relieved to hear he's spending time outside of his own heavily wired and monitored mansion in Innes Road..

It's like this Schabs - As sure as I am that Barnabas will have offered to cripple several of your more vociferous detractors via their powerlines, I've no idea whether you would've agreed to this.. Does Ms. Khosa now share the Christmas Beetle chorus with me, and more besides?
I would strongly urge that you insist on being shown the technology used for the wirelessed nunu devices. Don't be fobbed off.. If you've not already seen the miniscule means used to bounce those signals back to an Area Controller, you want to rectify the situation forthwith.
Once you know what you're looking for, you can spend hours happily checking out your own property for similar devices.. You've got security beams up and running already?
Have them de-activated dude, and listen out for the 'crickets' and 'grasshoppers' that regularly chirp after dark as you cross a particular area, indoors or out..
And then, if you haven't done so already, wake up to the fact that you are as much OWNED as we guinea-pigs over here.. That the Druglord will happily sell on all the private information his stooge has gleaned from your own home, to whichever team makes him the best offer... I must go feed the birds.. cheers..

Saturday 21st January at 4.50am..

It's not as if I didn't warn you.. *eyeroll.. The soon-to-be-resumed official load-shedding can hardly come as a shock.. After all, how many additional outdoor lights did you alone obligingly install on your property? But, but they're energy-savers, and cost very little to run as opposed to the incandescents?
Another of the carefully perpetuated lies spread by the authorities.. Maybe if they were left alone to push out the standard 230 v (or whatever it is), they'd prove to be the cost savers you'd invested in...
Naturally we'd done our bit to save energy when it first became apparent that Eskom had a problem, but I'd had to give up using a CFL bulb in the desk lamp next to the computer, as they appeared to be the cause of some really hectic headaches, that would kick in just in that corner of the lounge..Why that should happen is something that only Balliram could probably explain... *snarls..

The fact is that the Surveillance technology requires huge amounts of power to achieve it's goals, and the only way to recoup these losses will be to cut your power supply regularly... Surely you won't allow this bit of additional bother in your lives to affect your belief in this magnificent operation? As you sit back and enjoy watching the greedy Government officials get outed publicly for their corrupt and self-serving endeavours? It's unlikely you're going to notice the appalling hidden costs that come with your sign-up, until it's way too late for you to try breaking the contract...
Are you still as confident as ever that you have nothing to hide, and therefore your own power supplies will never be accessed by the Eavesdroppers? *chokes.. This, after all you've seen taking place down here in the Zone?
You only have to read the Letters pages in the Press to wonder how many of those concerned citizens will be tracked down and harrassed repeatedly via their powerlines, for daring to voice their misgivings on any given matter... After all, the Monitors have to be kept on their toes, and what better way to test their abilities than to track down the more vociferous critics who write to the Press?

She'd said not long ago that my writing amused her, but after my call yesterday, it was abundantly clear that's no longer the case, and that she now finds me offensive in the extreme...*belches..
As I'm an ongoing accident waiting to happen, this turn-around is hardly surprising, and I'm betting I've earned her contempt... With barely a single functioning grey cell to call on, I blunder about blindly in my efforts to do the right thing, and end up alienating the very people I wish to help..*eyeroll.. All it takes is a bit of careful whispering from one or two of Earl's devotees, and I'm back where I started, which is to say, limping on the spot.. *grins.. Am I bitter at my own short-comings? All I can say is thankgod for my rapidly increasing short-term memory loss, for I can no longer remember why I should be beating myself bloody after each massive FAIL, and therefore I don't indulge in that time-wasting activity any more...
Who knew? *beams..

It's not like I'm not accepting responsibility for my foul-ups in any way, just that I've learned not to wallow in self-loathing, but to pick myself up and try again..and again... and again.. *laughing...
It's going to be another warm one here today, and you might like to spend a few minutes forgiving the idiots that irritate you so.. Or not.. *shrugs... And no Creep, I'm certainly not talking to you, for obvious reasons...

LATER at 11.05am

I'd gotten back from Overport City with young V around 10am, and had done a few kitchen chores before getting on Cloud 9 with the kindle.. I'd read for a while and then dozed off comfortably enough... At 11am the Knob next door kicked up the system, starting with my feet, and in five minutes flat the ache in the top of my leg had driven me off the bed and next door to the desk... Impressive hey? Seriously... Pass the bleeding bucket folks, for if this is the future, you can have it... Peace..

---oOo---

Saturday 21st January 2012 at 1.30pm.

2012-01-19T22:59:00.000-08:00

KICKED BY A DONKEY..
(begun Thursday 19th January at 3.20am..)

Interesting to discover that the two new white boxes are not the junk they appear to be, and that the entire section right up to No. 33 Harris Crescent had to be switched off for an hour and forty minutes, in order to just replace the lid on the box outside No. 4... *winks... Just a guess mind you, but if I'd taken myself straight up to the road at 11.20am, as soon as the power was restored, I'm betting I'd have found the job had just been completed... *shrugs..
In my arrogance, it occurs to me that once I'd been seen to take my photos and had blogged it, the box would probably have been closed up anyways, even without my jumping up and down on the spot.. *grins..
Sure, it had the same tangle of wires shovelled in the top half of the box, but there it's resemblance to it's fore-runners installed in 2005, ended.

There was no old-fashioned single-eye lens occupying the bottom section of the box, only THIS stuff, plus the fact that Balliram's pole has had one serious make-over. Spot the difference between his streetlight taken on Monday 16th January at 10.15am, and the picture I took yesterday at 8am, and tell me you're not totally impressed...
Has it changed anything? Oddly enough, I was given a rare day off yesterday, and not once did the BackFire or Broken Hip plague me, never mind my missing Christmas Beetles... *startled...
Course all that changed dramatically after dark, once our Controller had settled back into his seat of power next door, and the grinding ache to the top of my leg resumed in earnest....
Now I come to think of it, the only real problem during the day had been to experience a great deal of discomfort in my fillings, which had kicked in soon after the power had gone out at 9.40am... I'd cursed aloud several times during the day on that score, and it had been dumbed down each time...

It didn't take Balliram long to play Catch-up, and I'd reared from my sleep on Cloud 9 at 10.45pm, with the most unpleasant blood-bubbling sensation cooking both my legs and feet. That pretty much set the tone for the rest of the night, and I recall surfacing several times with a dreadful ache in my spine...
So, there you have it.
Plenty of cosmetic changes, but the physical attacks continue, unabated... *yawns...

I'd called the Mast Fighter up in Fourways while the power had been down, and found that she's faring no better than us. In fact, I'd have to say that there's a no-holds barred and full-on war being waged on her home right now... Was rooigevaar ever told the name of the Area Controller for those homes in Craigavon? Ronald? Has Mr. van Zyl been up front with you on that matter, or does he deny that this abuse is even taking place? *curious... It's got to be someone who you've met or heard of along the way, as you're both in the Fourways area?
After what you and your family have been through so recently, does it not cause you to wonder what sort of a person could deliberately inflict such pain and mischief upon their fellow-man? I've no doubt your job pays well, and that there's not a chance in hell that you'd rock the boat. All I'm asking is that you not forget the face of your father totally, so to speak, and that you spare a thought for your Employer's victims...

Unless you're a complete plank, (and I'm sure you're not), you're most certainly aware that the Mast Fighter is a sane and intelligent woman who is being attacked on an ongoing basis via her powerlines, simply for her stand against the cellmasts.. I do apologise if my words force you to have to reaffirm your fealty to the Strategist, but let's fact it, it's not difficult, as he's just such an agreeable chap, right? *winks.. It's not like anyone would ever point a finger in your direction either, as nothing will ever be proven, and that's the beauty of this sophisticated technology... *applauds...

Long after my conversation with Ms. Dorny, I'd had a brain fart and had tentatively suggested to my Vice Chair in a mail, that he consider being a spokesperson for the more severely battered of the guinea-pigs down this end of the street. Although he's a relative late-comer to the Pain Wagon, he's certainly been put through enough torture over the past month, to qualify him as a fully-fledged labrat..
Our resulting texted conversation would've had my Controller and his cronies over at the wireless Station, convulsed and rolling on the floor..
To what must have been our Torturer's sheer delight, it turns out my staunch and honourable VC requires proof that our homes are being flooded by wireless transmissions, before he would even consider speaking out publicly..

Dear lawd - I swear you could've heard my brakes squeal as I slammed them on, and tried furiously to reverse... *falls over cackling... Proof. The single factor, or the lack thereof, that will see this deadly project saturate the entire country from end to end, before you can say OWNED...
As hilarious as that texted exchange proved to be, I have to wonder whether our cooked-in-the-head Area Controller and his well disguised Mentor realise they're on shaky ground? That were the Mast Fighter herself to meet with my VC, chances are that he might be persuaded to reconsider. As a spokesperson for the victims of this Wireless Project he'd be a formidable foe, as many of you Chops have discovered already, to your irritation..*waves to Laz....

If you were to withdraw the attacks via the powerlines on his home and person, my guess would be that the memory of his physical ordeal would fade quite promptly, and it would be that much harder for us to gain his voiced support for our cause... I've no doubt Barnabas has figured this out already, but is he prepared to spoil the fun that my Controller's having, and to put the brakes on the attacks on that home in Abrey Road? Decisions, decisions, hey Earl? *winks... While Balliram would no doubt pout mightily were that specific area of entertainment withdrawn, there are hundred of other hapless targets about, on which to practise his sadistic skillz.... Targets less dangerously articulate and eloquent, who would never ever dream of taking a stand against this blatant abuse of human rights, let alone recognize it as such...

Are you surprised that I'm willing to forfeit my Vice Chair's possible intervention in return for the total stoppage of attacks on his home and person? Despite that I'm certain if he were to meet with Ms. Dorny, his interest in this savage scheme would be piqued? Earl might just want to consider the implications were that to happen.... What's it to be? A continuation of the hateful gout-like symptoms created and delivered by your IT Monkey Balliram, or a sudden miraculous and complete recovery?
Aside: What a pleasure if it were their sheer cockiness that led to the downfall of this bunch of thugs...

Friday 20th January at 3.45am

Yesterday I was for the most part left alone to limp about my business and enjoy the day without so much as a hint of BackFire or Broken Hands. The top of my thigh continued to protest at any stairs, but was otherwise fairly well-behaved. There'd been notices up to the effect that the top end of the Crescent right up to Locksley would have their power shut off today, and HERE'S part of the reason why...
THIS is the sub-station outside No. 66 Rippon Crescent, and they were having an oil change just as we ourselves had, back on Sunday 2nd September 2007, at 8.17am...
Meanwhile the Raw Power Contractors were taking full advantage of the switch-off and were working busily on the corner of Garbutt and Cullingworth with their additions and alterations to the Information Theft technology...*winks...

Have you heard the whispers already? Had Balliram carefully gotten his word in first, and told you that his erstwhile good buddy Nayager was in hospital? That the day after I'd been approached to search for photographic evidence to aid the Sex Pest in his quest to have the verdict overturned, he'd apparently suffered chest pains and had booked himself into a hospital? *teeth...
You'll find more about it on Page 3 of the Weekly Gazette, 19th January, Issue 611, www.tabloidmedia.co.za.

My initial pity on hearing the news had rapidly turned to disgust at the outright plagiarism of a script already worn out by the likes of the Arms Dealer and our ex-Head of Police, Jackie Selebi.. Under the circumstances, it looks like the Druglord is indeed happy enough to have the Crumb continue to direct operations from Dodge City, while he keeps his former prize-monkey on to manage Organised Crime in the area.. A blow to Nayager's massive ego fosho, but he'll recover soon enough... *shrugs..
The Shape-Shifter next door will no doubt have squealed long and loud that his relationship with the convicted Felon has only ever been in a working capacity.. Ja, RIGHT! *snorts...
See, that's about where the lines between the Good guys and the Bad begin to blur... The mere fact that the PTB have allowed Nayager's IT Monkey to continue operating out of the so-called Sydenham Detective Branch at the Ridge Road Wireless Station, let alone continue to have access to all the powerlines, pretty much says it all.

My pleasant day out yesterday came to an abrupt end at exactly 6pm last night, when my chair in the corner of the lounge was suddenly engulfed in heat, and my thigh awoke with a groan...*vomits..
The DickWad will no doubt throw his filthy hands into the air and insist it's nothing personal and not of his doing that me and my friends react so badly to his official nocturnal 'investigation's' switch-on...
Now you just know that's a downright lie, and yet you choose to allow it to continue...
Never mind the bloody thigh, and the damage this Chop has spent hours inflicting on me, when I've woken the last few mornings to full-on lower back pain, and am crippled for at least ten minutes after I rise, when the pain miraculously dumbs down...

Just don't give me the 'you require proof to override the Druglord's orders and get rid of this sadistic thug' routine... There's been more than sufficient circumstantial (sp) evidence to warrant Balliram's arrest and incarceration.. Anything less, merely confirms that here in Ethekwini at least, there's a whole lot of Good cops gone Bad...
Were there any substance or truth to the so-called investigations into our Intelligence Department, I could most certainly provide several leads on the criminal activities carried out in this area alone.. As this purported investigation is itself a massive cover-up, my offer of assistance will be met with no more than the usual snorts of derision.. Go figure..
Peace...

---oOo---

Friday 20th January 2012 at 9.53am.

2012-01-18T01:20:00.001-08:00

NO LOVE LOST...
(begun Tuesday 17th January at 9.55am..)

I'd been catching up on the newspapers here at the desk, when I'd decided to go rest my eyes on Cloud 9, some twenty minutes ago.. As I lay down, a thumping headache kicked in, and I could literally feel it pulsating in my head.. I suggested out loud to my Controller that he was beyond an arsehole, at which point it shifted down to my neck, and I gave up and got out of there..*eyeroll...
Yeah - I got up to find that although the GW had earlier been watching the Sky News Channel without a problem, the decoder was now displaying a red light, and a weirdly floating window on the blacked-out telly screen was insisting that our Smart Card was either faulty or had been inserted incorrectly... Bah humbug to the Cracker and his pathetic mischief-making....
If the GW were to reinsert the Smart Card, do you think the Channel Information bar that's clearly been giving the wrong information for the last few days, would correct itself?
Is there someone out there that's actually egging this travesty of a Special Operative on, to making an even bigger chop of himself, or is he acting independently? *fascinated..

Wednesday 18th January at 4.05am

The GOOD guys? WHAT bloody Good guys? The crud about needing proof to nail the Crooks no longer holds any water at all... If I'd tried to explain to him that this so-called massive investigation into our Intelligence Department is in itself a cover-up, there's little doubt he'd think I'd gone over the edge.. Proof se GAT! It's fairly obvious that if independent statements were taken from the guinea-pigs down here, and the results matched, as they surely would, there's more than sufficient proof, beyond a reasonable doubt that we're being nuked in our own homes.. And still I hear no thunderous hoofs pounding down the draw....
Any suggestion that the current investigation behind the scenes is set to save us from this living hell, is pure fantasy, hey Jannie? *teeth....
If in fact, our Telecoms Strategist is quietly going about insisting that the Wireless Surveillance Project was in fact designed to ultimately nail the likes of the ShaikBoyz and the Guptas and their various criminal associates, you might want to suggest he wash his mouth out..*snorts..

After she'd called yesterday I'd gone and pulled out the relevant photo albums to find I'd only had four prints made of our CPF Fun-day back in 2008. Two of the pictures show a whole slew of people in the background, but of course I'd need to zoom them in on the PC to identify them. I'd have taken way more than just the four at the time, but finances have always dictated that I have just a couple printed for the album and the rest are burned onto a CD. As a result I've got a pile of disks all carefully dated and in order.

I'd pulled a couple of CDs from my archives some time last year or the year before, and taken them over to Whysall's to have copies made.. Even then it was glaringly obvious that the virus Balliram had managed to get past the memory card and onto the camera itself, was doing it's job, and many of the pictures appeared to fragment and disappear before my eyes...An excellent bit of corruption achieved soon after the Village Market at Hofmyer had been wired up to the Metro Connect System... *vomits...
In fact, if I could be bothered to check, I could even give you the day and the time that the Weasel over at Budget Photo had arrived at work much earlier than usual, to ensure that everything was in place when I arrived a bit later with my camera....

Did Balliram get a bonus for that particular success? I'd had the camera checked over at Whysall's long after the incident and they'd confirmed that whatever virus had hit the memory card, it had corrupted the inner workings of the camera as well.. Was our Controller unable to save all the pictures I'd taken? I would've thought he'd have them all stored in a file somewhere? Ooops?
As slow as I am, I can only think the call she made yesterday was some sort of oblique message...
The convicted Sex Pest is still fighting the Sexual Harrassment verdict and seeks to see whether my pictures taken on the CPF Fun-day could be used in his favour? In return for exactly WHAT, Mistuh Nayager? *bolt-eyed..

The end of my friend's and nieghbour's suffering at the hands of your bum-chum Collin P. Balliram? That's all it would take? Provide you with photographic evidence that Nepaul could use to have the verdict rescinded/overturned and see you back in the hot seat at Sydenham Station, in return for which you'll call your dog to heel? *falls over snorting...

Truth be told, Balliram more than likely does have my pictures tucked away in some hidden data base, but I guess there's no way he can trot them out as any form of evidence without revealing exactly how he came by them in the first place, and that would never do... *grins...
Though I admit that for a moment yesterday I was tempted to pull out the correct CD and take it to Whysall's to check it out, I scrapped the idea immediately....
Already corrupted as they mostly are, thanks to your Monkey, they're fine where they are, for if ever the historians need to document the downfall of a nation... *yawns...
Sure, the forensics guys would have to get the name of the virus the Creep used if they're to save any of the pictures on that pile of CDs, but if push came to shove and you offered him say, thirty years instead of Life, he'd probably tell you what you wanted to know with eye-watering speed...

LATER at 7.30am

Where to start? First off, let me reassure whichever jumpy individual that had my dear ex-VC call me yesterday , that I do not now, nor ever, expect her to bail us out... I've been aware for years of which team it is she bats for, and I beg that you try and keep UP!
It's not changed my overall opinion of her one iota and probably never will, despite the heavy flak I've taken as a result..
See, it doesn't matter that in this life she is with the Opposition, so to speak, as it doesn't diminish the fact that there's a great spirit there, one way or the other, and if you don't gettit, it's your loss.. *shrugs..

When I write to her and refer in my mail to the Project, it's merely to remind her of our plight, and certainly not in the hopes that she is able to change the status quo... Besides, her call gave me the opportunity to contact my good friend Augustine, and to remind him to steer clear of the intense effort being made to discredit our SAPS Commissioner Ngobeni, for I've no doubt at all that Nayager would do his damndest to take the Good Cop down at the same time...
The Sex Offender had told me himself at one of our end of year functions that he preferred his women young, and to prove it he'd proceeded to sit down among a gaggle of his female staff members and insist that one of them sit on his lap...
A missed photo op that I would come to regret bitterly... *grins....

Did Michael Barnabas ever call young Sgnt. K and offer her his support? Did he? Once she'd declared her intention to press charges for the groping incident, was he one of the first to phone her? Did he promise the young police officer he'd see to it that Nayager lost his job? After all, our Earl is rather more than just a 2-faced bastard, and he's happy enough to have the Sex Felon running Organised Crime, while his other stooges man Dodge City... Think about it..

LATER at 9am..

I'd tottered up the stairs with the trash before 5.30am, and had stood for a minute in the middle of the road, studying the changes made by the DJF Contractors on Monday..
It appears that the twisted pair cabling wasn't all they gave us, and there are now two fine white boxes strapped to no 4 and No 6's poles respectively...
At a guess I'd say they're twice the size of the original ones that caused the stink back between August and November in 2005, when Howard Whitehead had done a judiciously timed runner from the Ethekwini's Electricity Department..

I've just taken the dog's food down to B.Snr's gates in order to get THESE pictures of the new additions, and I see that the one adorning B.Snr's pole has been left wide open, with it's innards exposed to the elements HERE. An error? Not a chance. B.Snr said he'd watched as a lone contractor had arrived after 7am yesterday and had proceeded to go up B.Snr's pole and restore his power at last... Whether he opened the box to achieve this, and deliberately left it open, is unknown..
I've since called one of the many Contractors and was told that if the contents of that box get wet, we'll be without power again.. No surprises there, then, Balliram?

I've also just sent a text to the Superintendent of Electricity for Durban in order to keep him apprised (sp) of the situation, and not five minutes later at 9.20am exactly, the power has been cut...*winks... I've no doubt whatsoever that the power being cut now has nothing to do with the box being attended to, and everything to do with my sms to Spence... *cackles... Wassup Balliram? Lost the plot again? *snorts...
Gonna make everyone pay for my interference? Sure you are.. I guess there's a chance you're going to regret shutting down your own personal Advice Bureau.. She at least had the brains to get you out of most of the mischief you've caused.. Too late now dude... All the posturing and bullying in the world can't hide the murderous filth that covers you... *yawns...

LATER at 11.15am

The power came back on at 11.10am ... Funny thing is, that I'd been totally free of the Christmas Beetle chorus, but had only noticed they were missing at about 10am...

Peace..

---oOo---

Wednesday 18th January 2012 at 12.09pm.

2012-01-16T23:26:00.001-08:00

CALLING THE SHOTS..
(begun Monday 16th January at 3.40am..)

I only had a couple of candles burning here at the desk, so when I heard the bang at 3.20am, I'd thought it was an accident nearby. Silly me. Sue had called a minute later and said that Friday's three new copper lines had just bitten the dust, and the GW had staggered forth and gotten us an official Faults number right away. *yawns..

Can E.S. Electrical or 3-Core Electrical account for where ALL their vehicles were at 3.20am this morning? *winks.. I'd seen my old friends the Mthiyane Contractors pulled in near the Westville Hotel last Thursday, while they unloaded a gang of wekkers kitted out in Muni blue.. The same old pole scramblers as always, though it's an upgraded bakkie with a logo that now reads Mthiyane Plant Hire... Plant hire se GAT! *grins...

I'd been chatting to my Vice Chair at lunchtime yesterday, when he'd reminded me that his adsl service had been playing up and switching itself off for over a month. At that point my cellphone had been down to one bar and I'd warned him that my phone was about to die.. Which it did a minute later, at precisely the same moment as the GW lost our iBurst Connection on the PC.. Hau! I'd been sitting in front of the TV at the time and there'd been no sign of a dip or surge on the screen. He'd re-started and re-connected only for the computer to switch off again, much as I guess my VC had just been saying is happening to his adsl... *yawns...
Obviously Balliram had at that point felt the overwhelming need to demonstrate the simplicity of that particular bit of mischief, and couldn't help himself...

During the course of conversation my VC had casually mentioned that he's being bothered greatly by cramps, never mind the gout-like symptoms with his feet and ankles, though I didn't get to ask him whether they're the weird shin-cramps that I've blogged more than once in the past...
Things are getting really interesting, as he also tells me that she's told him that SHE now also has gout, but in her knee... *blinks.. Does her friend Earl imagine that if he puts her on the Pain-Wagon I will assume I've been wrong, and that in fact she's one of us? *interested..
Am I meant to believe that once the promises he made regarding her kid's political aspirations failed to materialise, she's turned against her would-be Mentor? *snorts...

Dominic? *waves... You managed to pick up any conversations in her home that could confirm this? I explained to my VC that I felt her latest brief was a fairly simple one, and that all it probably entailed was to break down the trust he has in me.. To slowly, and bit by bit, chip away until he writes me off for good...
Certainly not a task that with her awesome skills, would cause her to even break sweat.... Playing people off against each other appears to have become the Druglord's forte, and with access to their most intimate of conversations, it's now a simple matter to stir the pot, ne Earl? *winks..
The way I see it, is that while your failure to deliver on your promises this time, may cause her to look at you sideways, all it would take was one phone-call and a demonstration of Good Faith to have her safely back in the Fold...
BTW, I forgot to mention that I'd spoken to my VC much earlier in the day, while he was out and about, and he'd said he'd be staying home for the afternoon as he had work to do... Unsurprisingly then that when he'd called me at lunchtime it was to say he'd arrived home to a powercut... The Sad Creature simply can't resist temptation... *shrugs...

LATER at 5.55am

It must have been well after 4am when I'd gingerly clambered back on board the Sacrificial Altar and had been allowed to fall asleep... At 5.30am on the nose our Controller decided I'd had enough kip, and hit the top of my thigh with everything he had... As there's absolutely no arguing with a psychopath, I gave up and got up... Though that astonishing pain has miraculously since disappeared as I sit here at the desk, the relentless attacks on that specific area over the past month cannot but have crippled me forever... *shrugs..

LATER AT 7.24AM

Worth mentioning is that the courtyard is dry, as are the steps leading to the road. A road which looks remarkably as though a river passed down it during the night.. Are such details visible on the real-time google street view, and if you'd had ours pulled up on your screen between midnight and 3am, could you have witnessed such a runoff? *curious...
Is it sufficient to read in the press that the Fat Cat officials are going down like ninepins, quite clearly in main due to the fantabulously invasive properties of the Wireless Project? It doesn't bother you that so few are actually brought to book for their greed, at the expense of the country's power and water supplies?
That just in our tiny corner of Ethekwini alone, millions upon millions of litres of water have had to be deliberately wasted since 2005, on behalf of this Invasive Scheme?
A corner of the city that apart from Balliram himself and several of his cronies, holds no criminals of a stature that could begin to justify this appalling waste? *curious...

Seven years later and they still don't appear to have got it right?
Mr. Spence's highly technical computerised anti-theft devices have turned out to be the joke I'd predicted, and the new water lines laid, appear to 'burst' as often as the old ones did... Apart from our designated Area Controller's stunning successes in destroying our health by a means already heavily documented in other countries, and thereby providing endless cruel entertainment for the otherwise bored-out-of-their-wits Troops, I see nothing to justify the vast sums of money poured into this tiny area.. But then I wouldn't, would I? *winks...

Tuesday 17th January at 5.20am

It must have been mid-morning when the GW had said there was a ladder up against our pole.. Halleluja! I'd gone into my kid's room and studied the droog at the top of Baliram's pole, and the thick single-line cabling that he was struggling with, before fetching a 2-litre bottle of iced water for the crew. I'd painstakingly made it to the top only to find that it wasnt the Raw Power gang doing the job this time, but a different lot altogether..
I expressed my delight to the Head Honcho who'd emerged from the seat of his bakkie at my call, and asked him whether they were the E.S. Contractors I'd seen by the Madressa last Thursday, stringing up that humungously heavy-duty cabling...
Yes, he'd replied. They were the same crew that did that job, but they weren't the E.S. Contractors, but the ---- and at that point the gentleman turned back the collar of his red work jacket and studied the logo on the pocket before showing it to me.. The DJF Contractors! *falls over laughing...

Quite clearly the chap had to check to see which of the myriad Muni-created Contractors he was managing on this occasion, and when I'd offered him some cigarettes for his wekkers, he'd had to ask the fellow up the ladder whether he smoked.. Something that, as the GW had pointed out later, he would've known had he worked regularly with that crew.. *shrugs...
Small errors I grant you, but they go a long way to confirming my allegations that these contractors never know whether their next callout will be to cut and remove cables, or to replace the ones that their counterparts nicked the night before... Sies vir julle....

Our power came back on at 1pm sharp, and I'd sent a text to Sue the Book straight away, as she was at work and no doubt anxious about her old mum being without power..
It had come as a nasty surprise then, when Missus B.Snr. had called me at 6.20pm yesterday evening to ask if our power was on.. *vomits..
We'd checked only to find that while the rest of us suckers had had our lights restored, for some reason only No. 4 remained without theirs..
When I'd gone up top to see the GW off after midday, the crew had still been hard at it, and I'd remarked to my SO how I'd watched a redsuit-kitted droog as he'd stood at Balliram's gates as if he were waiting for something.. How a minute later he'd looked down the drive, given a thumbs up, and grinned... Was he confirming that they'd seen to it that No. 4's power would remain dead after the switch-on at 1pm? Was he simply looking at No. 25 (the maid) or the home-owner himself, at the time? Oops?
Oddly enough I'd subsequently had 2 calls during the afternoon. One from Ephraim? asking whether my lights were back on, and much later, the official call where the lady was clearly marking off the work-load for the day, and I'd expressed my thanks to both..

I'd sent another text to Spence straight after Missus B.Snr's call, and I'd mentioned my disappointment at this latest dodgy behaviour. Whether he got it or not, is unknown.. Fact - the slimy Bastard next door had seen to it that my friend's power wasn't restored at 1pm, and I'd not be surprised to find that even now they remain without electricity, and have done since 3.20am yesterday morning..

The thing of it is, Al old boy, that 'they' don't all look the same by a long shot, and I could pick that guy out of a line-up with ease, were you to care to follow up my accusations.. Let's ask him exactly WHO he was looking at, down in Balliram's property, and who warranted that nod and thumbs up just before the crew packed up and left, and whether or not he knows why No. 4's power didn't go back on with ours...
I'd noticed later on last night that the overheads by Kasim's at No. 2 were out as well, and I guess Mr. Smarmy will cover his tracks by saying he's merely filling his load-shedding quota and that B.Snr's home was included in the exercise.. *spews..

A right bunch you signed up to work alongside, hey Mistuh Spence, and you're most certainly not calling the shots in this neck of the woods, and never have... A fact that in no way makes you any less guilty of what's going on here....
C'mon Al - How's about you hook up with Karl Muller and Tracey-Lee Dorny and come knock on our doors to find out exactly what's been done to us since you handed over the power circuits in 2005 to a carefully disguised Druglord and his minions?
Then let's get a Sunday Times journo in to do a piece on the OTHER side of the Project designed to oust the Ruling Party, where it would reveal that the corrupt FatCats outed by the surveillance technology are not one iota as wicked as those actually running the scheme..

Peace..

---oOo---

Tuesday 17th January 2012 at 10.23am..

2012-01-16T03:41:00.001-08:00

CATCHEE MONKEY...?
(begun Sunday 15th January at 12.55am)

A couple more hours of kip would've been a treat, but hey, we were brought up to make do, and make do I shall...
The top of my outer thigh is taking rather longer than usual to forget how badly it was being assaulted just twenty minutes ago, and Millie the Gross still gnashes her teeth furiously...
Godknows what keeps him at it night after bleeding night, but I'm guessing the description Psychopath isn't far off the mark at all...
When debbie had come out with that remark all those years back, along the lines of 'an individual abusing the power he's been given', I'd clung to it like a drowning rat to a straw, and had foolishly thought she'd been aware of the Wireless Project and the recruitments taking place at mybroadband...

In the cold light of day however, it's more likely she was referring to Balliram's online status, and had no inkling of the hell we were being put through, here in the Zone, by someone she'd regarded as little more than an Internet Bully... Nothing has brought home to me the futility of my quest more, than glancing at those pages of single-lined gibberish yesterday.
How could anyone in their right mind be expected to take the author of that hysteria seriously?
I've always tended to use the boy who cried wolf as a metaphor for my situation, but of course that's not right by a long shot... There've been any number of genuine wolves prowling about, and they certainly weren't figments of my imagination...

*The muted wireless song has just ceased and been replaced by the tentative squeak of a wirelessed nunu device, as the heat here at the desk goes up and up....*

Trotting out excuses for my years of mainly non-confrontational diatribes (oxymoron?) is pretty pointless at this late stage, and I've no doubt that those of you blessed with logic and commonsense would've seen a dozen other paths I could've taken, rather than shrieking mindlessly like a banshee in Outlook Express...
On the plus side, as green and thick as I was, some of my guesses weren't too shabby in the long run, and I'd have to say the fact that we had our computer zombied courtesy of Collin P. Balliram in 2003 was the truth, and that we were subsequently handed over to the GuptaBoyz and Sahara for official monitoring in the same year, was obvious from all the Norton Firewall log printouts that I shredded yesterday... *yawns..

Why didn't the GW take umbrage at this early violation of our privacy? I was using Mirc to play trivia in IRC and downloading music using Kazaa.lite, and he'd read about both of them and ascribed the mischief to that fact, rather than to a personal and dedicated effort being made by a veangeful neighbour whom I'd embarrassed online...*shrugs...
He's certainly never accepted that we'd been zombied or that we had the GuptaBoys and Gary Alexander on board.. Shame...
It wasn't long after that, in 2004, that I found myself facing the red-eyed Muni Project's Manager over our top wall, as he earnestly assured me that he avoided using computers as much as he could..

*Suddenly it's raining hard outside.. A delightful sound, as unexpected as it is...*

Clearly rubbish, as it was he himself who'd described the spaghetti installed on our streetlights as Highly Technical Computerised Anti-Theft devices.. *blinks... It's still a bloody puzzle how a fully qualified Electrical Engineer came to be consorting happily with the likes of the Curry Mob-affiliated Glen Nayager and his IT Monkey, the Cracker Balliram, though I believe that Tweedledumb and his Monkey had been recruited specifically by Michael Barnbabas, and they came with the deal...
Whether the Druglord dealt personally with Sutcliffe in matters pertaining to the Project, or whether a less dodgy intermediary was used, is unknown...
Frankly I wouldn't be surprised to find that Francesco Petruccione had met Barnabas socially on at least one occasion, if not more...

Would I be giving Jannie van Zyl more credit than he deserves, were I to suggest that he himself sat in on several Meetings with Sutcliffe and Petruccione during 2003 and 2004? As a self-confessed Strategist for the telecoms industry, our Jannie has carefully and deliberately underplayed his role in the Project from the getgo... One glimpse of the mybroadband get-together pictures and his glass eyrie perched atop a hillside was all it took this Simpleton to figure out that everyone's best mate, Sir Frangelica, was in fact a lead Player in this deadly game..
I've said it before Janneman, and here it is again - Siyabona...*waves...
The cherry on the top was the current 'what do forumites names make you think of ? thread in mybroadband's Off Topic Forum, where some wag had added jannievanzyl's nick to his list, and had simply typed tech next to it..*chokes.. A deliberate misnomer of hysterical proportions, fosho...

*It's now 2.25am and I've just taken Cola outside for a dump. The rain has stopped, and there's a fearsome rough Wireless Song filling the valley.. My Controller confirmed his dedication to duty by activating a couple of his wirelessed nunus for my benefit, as I stood there on the verandah...*

Is there really some sort of secret society along the lines of die broederbond, that have been manipulating Telkom from the shadows for decades? Despite that I'm aware it's not helpful to my case in any way to drop these wild conspiracy theories about, for some reason the idea of a brotherhood of boere keeps popping unbidden into my head...
Is Pieter Bezuidenhout still down at Roggebaai, or did he really retire, Jannie? And whose idea was it to use the likes of Agliotti and Barnabas and their counterparts across the country, to achieve maximum coverage in the minimum time? Vodafone? Is that how it was done in the UK? Did tenders go out when it came time to choose the birthplace for the Wireless Project, or was Barnabas and the Zone always to be the kick-off point, due to Mo Shaik's careful appointment as Head of Intelligence, and the fact that he's a Sydenham homie?

Was Spence told even before the Project's start-up that he'd be working closely with criminals, and that doing so was the quickest means of getting the technology to cover the area? It's remarkable how an otherwise well-educated and supposedly civilized individual could be so easily convinced to fraternise with the very dregs of society, but that's exactly what came to pass, and our Al actually found he had a taste for the lies and cruelty that go hand in hand with this Wireless Project...
Our Mr. Spence Jnr. (whose daddy coincidentally was also a Sparky with the Durban Municipality), has embraced his new role with enthusiasm... To play a prestigeous part in preventing Armageddon from taking place in South Africa, was something he'd never imagined doing in his wildest dreams...
A shame then that the role he plays in the continued torture of the original test dummies here in the Crescent, diminishes him from Hero to Criminal...

That he's now so deeply embroiled in this den of thieves that he's simply opted to settle back and make the most of it.. We all have a streak of cruelty, do we not Mistuh Spence? Some, way more than others... *shrugs..

LATER at 3.15am

Having brutally yanked me from my fitful slumbers at 1am, it appears from the repeated activation of his nearby wireless enhancer that he's very much the busy beaver, even at this hour, and the continued high level of BackFire confirms this..
Do you still persist in adding a bucketful of salt to my allegations of Balliram's murderous activities? Or have you come to accept that I've proven beyond a reasonable doubt that Collin P. Balliram is one sick puppy who has found his forte to be physically assaulting far more innocent homeowners than just we guinea pigs down here?

That the heavily-camouflaged Barnabas, who so generously set you or your kid up with a lucrative little business sometime within the last ten years, had a clear agenda, and that as a result, the fellow owns far more than just the dozens of properties dotted about the Zone.. That in fact he now owns both you and your family, and your undying support. Godhelpyou were you to try and distance yourself from this apparently mild-mannered criminal, for by now he will have had his Monkey in your power system, eavesdropping on your private conversations, in order to ascertain just how loyal you really are..
Frankly he could care less about the health risks that go hand in hand with the Information Theft technology.

Enjoy the laptops and the smartphones and even the little second-hand cars that your Benefactor sees to it you receive, and if you bow and scrape deeply enough, and do as you're told, odds are that he'll miss the beads of sweat on your brow, and the inner-turmoil that's driving you nuts... Better men and women than you have fallen for this gigantic scam, and you're not alone in being rooted to the spot by fear... *shrugs..

My VC insists on saying that I'm the only person he really trusts, and I suspect that this statement, overheard on more than one occasion by our BigEars, has worked like a red flag to a bull... Well, not so much bull as mule... *winks..
Undermine his trust with carefully made mischief, and you'll be suitably rewarded? I'm as much in awe of her skills today as I ever was.. If the standard method of entrapment has been seen as a no-go, I guess it didn't take too long to figure out a work-around? Softly, softly, catchee Monkey?
Peace..

---oOo---

Monday 16th January 2012 at 2.31pm.

2012-01-14T22:59:00.000-08:00

DEN OF THIEVES...
(begun Friday 13th January at 4.10am..)

*On my first attempt google loaded, but clicking on gmail got me a window saying 'The Connection Was Reset. The connection to the server was reset while the page was loading'. Something new? I did manage to access my mail by resetting just the connection, but on signing out I was again given the The Connection Reset message, and attempting to load blogger was a total FAIL. The harddrive light and the Kaspersky icon are going nuts, as my internet access is deliberately blocked. I guess it's been set up to fail by Mr. Grumpy who's severely sleep-deprived after his all-nighter, and who declines to fulfill his role as proxy ISP until HE feels like it... *winks... Oops! Nope, he's just arrived in the form of the Kaspersky window that always bobs up to announce his presence, and who am I to deprive him of his petty powerplay if it makes him happy? *shuts down and goes off to reset everything....
Back. Right, we appear to be in business, having reset the system right back to the walljack, and Himself has no doubt re-considered....*

Sure, the electricity's off again, but that doesn't stop the wireless frequencies coming into our home via the powerlines, and as a result the little dog just leapt off my bed and ran down the passage shaking his ears frantically... I took him outside in case he need to pee, and I stood for a bit enjoying the cool air and the bright moonlit landscape...

By 3.30am the GW had rung the Faults line only to hear the recording say that they were aware of the outage in Sherwood. No shit?! That was astonishingly quick, and unless they're referring to the work being done higher up the Crescent, I'm willing to bet this latest 'theft' remains unreported... Never mind. I've sent the usual sarkie text to the Lord High Poobah of all things Electrical, and to one of his contractors as well. If those texts don't arrive at their destination, it's just further proof of the filth and corruption operating in the name of the Wireless Project..*belches...
This goonda next door is hacked into our phones without your knowledge or consent, Jannie?
Here - You might as well take my crippled leg and pull it as hard as you can..*vomits...
Now, at 4.20am, the heat in this room has suddenly rocketed, as Balliram turns his obsessive gaze in my direction, and I'm heading back to the Sacrificial Altar to rest my burning eyes....

LATER at 7.55am

It's a given that the short-sighted among you will swallow the bait hook line and sinker, and tell yourselves that my blog is the reason why the brutality continues.. More carefully constructed bullshit from a bunch of truly nimble prevaricators....
You may care to check my blog archives and you'll find great chunks missing where I'd simply abandoned my tale in desperation. How many times after those stoppages had I picked up my pen to announce that a miracle had taken place and my friends were no longer suffering the attacks via their powerlines? Once? Twice? Never, would be the truthful answer.
Much as certain elements no longer find me amusing in any way, and would wish me to STFU, do I cling to the hope that there are those out there who remain genuinely interested in the events unfolding here in Ethekwini..

That they've somehow managed to overlook my nauseating unpleasantness and decode my incoherent babbling to the point where they'd at least will be able to recognize the signs should their own home's systems be activated by these criminals...
That they will be able to recognize the symptoms of over-exposure to EMR and wireless frequencies the minute they kick in.. What evasive action they employ thereafter, would of course depend largely on their finances.. I would recommend that at the very top of your Wish list, should be something akin to a tri-field meter reader, which would at least give you some form of proof should your home come under attack.
How and where you would purchase such a device (without knowing whether the Supplier has already been bought off by the telecoms giants, and his appliances tweaked to give false readings) is beyond me to figure out...

Are you beginning to grasp the scale of this experiment yet? Can you understand that the decade+ of work invested in this Project by Barnabas alone, more than denotes that failure simply isn't an option?
The local Druglord-made-good by Vodafone and Telkom was I believe, last seen checking on his subjects while standing chatting to the occupants of a Sydenham SAPS bakkie on Sparks Road on Monday night... Once again demonstrating that he's a hands-on Uberlord, and not above liaising with his underlings in person..

LATER at 11.20am

Despite a stiff breeze, it's a real stinker down here today..
I'd stepped out onto the verandah at 5.45am, and immediately Nobby had given a single sharp bark, just a nano-second before Balliram's alarm had kicked in..*chokes.. Wires crossed there for a moment dude? Wirelessed nunu beams sent the message to the wrong receiver? Oops!
Amazingly, our Area Controller managed to refrain from having Friday's three copper line replacements from being cut again last night, though it's guaranteed it won't be long before they vanish again.... *shrugs...

I'd turned the hose on earlier to fill the birdbath, and the water pressure was fantastic... Does this mean we're due for a 'burst' pipe and the next massive runoff any time now? Is there to be another river of water flowing unchecked for hours down Harris Crescent or the Jan Smuts feedon?
Are the many who've been persuaded that the Wireless Project will fix the country's woes really aware of the true cost of the water wastage and contamination, and the additional loads of power required to operate the technology? Are the international backers of this experiment stealthily injecting funds into SA to help cover these enormous losses and again, I ask why the Dutch Government? What is the connection between Vodafone, the Netherlands and SA?

I had to smile at the flicker of hope on reading the Cannabis Oil shrinks one of the worst cancers thread in the Off Topic Forum at mybroadband...
In my dreamworld I'd merely have to click on the linked article and write that Institution a letter requesting that I be used to trial their product..
The US based establishment would contact a suitable specialist based at the Oncology centre just down the road here at Westridge, and a few weeks later I'd be heading on down for my first session...
The thought of the radiography scares the bejaysus out of me, but is hopefully nothing like chemo, and it appears it has to be done in conjunction with the cannabis-based medication... My no cutting or chemo rule has Millie the Gross holding all the aces after ten years, though I still don't regret my decision... I've always been pro-ganja (though definitely not for use by Area Controllers running power circuits FFS!) and there it sits, the other side of the world, just waiting to eradicate this abomination with the minimum of fuss...

LATER at 8pm

I'd spent a few hours this morning, binning some of the mountain of printouts I've hoarded since 2004. Among them were more than a few of my early diatribes that I'd begun writing in Outlook, once I'd realised I had company on our PC. In most cases I didn't read beyond the first grovelling 'lol' before shredding them in disgust..
How the hell many years did it take me to dare attempt to change my writing to the current fractured and ungrammatical English I use today, and was it worth the effort?
I can only guess that I found my nerve too late to make a difference, and my reputation as a complete and utter Idiot will stick forever like pooh to a shoe... *grins..

Man, you have to give me a little credit for my eternal optimism, hopeless as it is... There's still a tiny bit of me that dares to think that any day now someone will just arrive out of the blue and save us... That the Sadist will be carted off from his Comfort Zone in shackles, for the physical pain and damage he's enjoyed causing my friends..
And no, despite what you may think, it merely amuses me to occasionally savour the idea of my Area Controller being handed over to Francesco Petruccione to be used as a full-on labrat himself.. Rezah could fill the Prof in on which of the frequencies have proven to be the most effective and would achieve the quickest results...
After a couple of years experience as a guinea pig, quite possibly Balliram will be reformed just like his boss, Michael Barnabas .... *falls over choking...

To all you suckers out there who refuse to see the Druglord as anything other than a generous Benefactor, and who haven't the wits to grasp the bigger picture and how cunningly you've been duped, have you managed to brush aside the implications of the fall-out from this technology? Seriously? Have you given so much as a second thought to how the wireless/fibre technology may affect you or your family? How often have I told you that as I go past the Engen garage heading into Sherwood, the air changes, and the pain and discomfort kick in? There has to be some serious shit out there for that to happen, and believe me, you're playing a game of Russian Roulette, as the Authors know very well...
The deliberate promotion of crime and corruption in the country was always designed to over-ride any misgivings you might have regarding this invasive technology and the devastating effects it's set to have on the population.. After all, it's a darned sight easier to imagine a knife or a gun, and pools of blood, than your body taking an invisible battering from the EMR and wireless frequencies, right? What do I expect you to do about it? Why, save us first, and we'll take it from there... *beams..

Peace..

---oOo---

Sunday 15th January 2012 at 9.40am.

2012-01-13T04:55:00.001-08:00

MONEY TO BURN...
(begun Thursday 12th January at 4.15am..)

Were the charming Missus Dawood of Jan Smuts Highway to stumble across these pages, may I say that her call last week caught me totally off-guard, and that as a result she was treated to my voiced dismay at how what could have been a wonderful and vibrant community, has been deliberately degenerated into an area filled with mischief and lies...
While I've no doubt there are many Dawoods residing here in the Zone, it occurred to me later to wonder whether my caller may just be familiar with the Roseanne cc, and the questionable deal that led to the sale of one of the few remaining green areas left in Sydenham..?

A development that is ploughing ahead despite a multitude of formal objections by the local community, to erect three unsightly apartment blocks within a few hundred yards of the existing cellmast on Barnard Road, in Mayville... Despite it's ugly disguise, the addition of several satellite dishes to this mast are clearly visible through the fake branches...
What is the purpose of this Roseanne development, and will it ultimately stand as empty as the three blocks erected right next to the mast, some two or three years earlier? Is this latest construction designed to convey a message to the residents of the Zone that by-laws and regulations are now a thing of the past, and that promises made by the ShaikBoyz to the Islamic community will be met, regardless of the shadiness of the transactions? *puzzled...

The GW tells me that the Crooked Town Planner was on one of his power trip walk-abouts yesterday. This time at the Davenport Centre.. Has he already visited Buxton's Centre and strolled into the Library there, to study Sue the Book without her knowledge? Sutcliffe is rather more than just a creepy individual who enjoys fraternizing with criminals, and I wouldn't put it past him to take a stealthy look at my friend and decide that as she's still upright and able to work, he owes her nothing... *vomits...
A truly repulsive little crook, every bit as blinded by his own power and self-importance as Glen Nayager, the convicted Sex Pest...
I'm willing to bet that Vodafone/Telkom's Behavioural Boffs have well-documented evidence of just how many of their top players have fallen prey to megalomania and lost the plot.. Both Nayager and van Zyl are proof of this, but Sutcliffe is a sharper cookie, and has somehow learned to feed his feelings of omnipotence by strolling about the wired-up communities, while no doubt regarding his fellow-shoppers as something akin to his subjects..*spews profusely... Come on Mikey, admit it...
The certainty that you could pick out any one of those innocents that pass you by and have their homes accessed via their powerlines, and their lives destroyed, is heady stuff, not so? Guilt? Oh, spare me... You're as unfamiliar with that concept as Balliram ever was.. Another, so far gone up his own backside in the knowledge that he's backed and protected by the telecom's giants, that he considers himself the King of Ethekwini... Man, if only he knew how many other crooks have awarded themselves that dubious honour, hey Earl? *chokes..

Friday 13th January at 1.30am

My nocturnal scribbling bothers you? AFAIC it's just another day in Paradise..*shrugs.. The GW must have woken me when he flushed the loo, and a bloody good thing he did..
The back of my neck was caught in a vice that spread across my shoulders and down the small of my back... That's a pretty hectic level of after-hours entertainment, even for a cowardly sadist like Balliram..
If I'd not woken at that point and become aware of the battering I was taking, what does this Pig hope to achieve? More permanent damage?
Unable to take my stairs but one at a time since the first of these concentrated attacks began well before Christmas, it's not enough that I'm so visibly crippled? *snarls...

Everything about this Wireless Project shrieks cowardice, and I would guess that although any Monkey can be taught to operate the computerised technology, it's the level of savage vindictiveness that puts some of the Area Controllers head and shoulders above the rest... *blinks...

I'd achieved my solo shopping trip yesterday without too much interference from the Secret Agent. Besides, his Beemer was still on the drive when I left, and there when I'd returned.. The GW had picked me up after 10am and we'd gone down to Yirrols in Springfield for tea. At that point I was still limping badly, but coping OK..
It would have been around about 11am when we'd headed up towards Hillcrest, and by then I'm betting that Balliram had scuttled over to the Wireless Station on Ridge Road to make up for lost time... We were still heading up the M19 when the nasty blood bubbling sensation kicked in, and my legs and feet felt they'd explode.. (This, with the Polo's aircon running on high).

It was pretty much downhill from that point on, and I eventually got the GW to drop me back home an hour or so earlier than usual.. Once the CleverDick is at the office and can access the masts along our route it makes it a fairly simple matter to step up the assaults while I'm trapped within the confines of the car..*yawns...
At this point I'll remind you that if you aren't already a part of the Inner Circle, their ain't nobody going to stand up and confirm what I've just said...
Though Balliram has always had great difficulty in keeping to the shadows, his peers at least will have grasped the concept and besides, there's no chance of ever proving my allegations, so why not allow the goonda free rein?

I was thinking idly about young Groenie Groenewald yesterday, and I'd ended up creating him an elderly widowed mum that he guiltily visits for an hour or so, every couple of months.. She still has all her marbles and is mighty proud of her policeman son...
Does he tell her what he's up to these days, in the gargantuan struggle against crime? That he'd been re-deployed to work for the Intelligence Agency?
Hell, she'd been a cop's wife herself, and knows the rules about keeping your lip zipped, so he can pretty much tell her anything...

Does our dutiful son sit there chafing at the bit to be gone, but diligently filling in his old lady on the astounding technological weaponry that's been installed to wipe out the corrupt? Does he tell her that in between genuine assignments he's sometimes employed to assist in providing entertainment for the Troops in the otherwise often stultifyingly boring job of monitoring the powerlines?
Was Groenie's old mum thoroughly entertained as he filled her in on how, in his brief assumed role as Head of Technical Services at St. Augustines, he'd bugged an ageing doctor's rooms, and had a delivery of local anaestehtic tampered with, in order to provide some light-hearted entertainment for his superiors and co-workers?

Did he explain to his mum that the target was a 66-year old guinea-pig who despite being 'dealt with' repeatedly, simply refuses to curl up and die? Did he describe in detail how the foolish old Idiot had arrived to have a cancerous tumour cut out of her hip and that this event had, due to her son's skills, been relayed audio/visually back to an enraptured audience?
Did he tell her that what had been anticipated as a fairly straight-forward procedure had, to his Superior's delight, turned into a pain-fest for the Target, when the tumor was found to be much bigger than expected and of course not one of the eight ampules of local anaesthetic the GP had injected into the site had worked?
Was our Groenie's mum reduced to helpless laughter at this point, by her courageous son's narrative? Did he say that that particular recording is played regularly for new recruits in order to acquaint them with the fantastic options now available via the Wireless Surveillance Project?

We'd driven back into Sherwood at 1.20pm yesterday to find a great deal of activity taking place at the Hall/Madressa end of Harris Crescent. When we'd first headed out after 10am, the GW had remarked on the two gentlemen who'd been letting themselves into the sub-station outside 66 Rippon Crescent, and now the reason became apparent...

This time it was the turn of the unimaginatively named E S Electrical contractors HERE (Edit: subsequently told that it was the DJF Contractors, though the Induna had to turn his collar away so he could read the name on the pocket. *grins) working closely with the Muni Electricity Department HERE, to install some of the larniest overhead cabling I've ever seen...*awed... Will you check THIS out? Plaited, (I suspect on reading a thread at mybroadband, that the correct term for this humungous cable is 'twisted pair') and at least three times thicker than the standard single-line insulated cabling, this stuff made your eyes water at the sheer thought of what it must cost...We'd pulled up alongside one of the droogs who was struggling with the weight of the cable and I'd asked if I could have some.. He'd laughed and said no, and that it was aluminium cabling..*chokes..
It'll be interesting to see just who is going to benefit from this awesome upgrade, and whether this super-costly cable will go anywhere beyond our ex-Ward Councillor's home, or not.. Will Owen Johnson's loyalty to the Wireless Project see it reaching right down to his home? Will our Controller sulk when he's told he'll have to do without down this end, as he has all he needs to continue his assaults on the guinea-pigs nearby?

The ShaikBoyz weren't kidding with their promises to the Islamic Community, as I'd stake my life that this latest technological upgrade is a gift from the embattled rate-payers to the officials who run the newly built, and I'm told extremely orthodox mosque/madressa next to the Sherwood Hall... *applauds...
Who am I to find fault with this latest generosity? As long as the madressa officials are aware that the entire structure will be wired to provide easy eavesdropping access to the likes of a notorious fence-straddler who works for the highest bidder, I can only wish them happiness with their newest hand-out..
I'm told that it's mainly fundementalist (sp) members of our Muslim Community that attend the new mosque, and that fact alone could have my easily bought Area Controller approached by his Yankee counterparts in the near future... *yawns...

It's now 3.10am, and the power has just gone off, as the three shiny new copper lines that were replaced after the 'theft' the day before yesterday, are once again removed... Sue the book has already called to say that they again heard the noise as it was cut, only this time Mistuh Mean included her home in the outage, and he saw to it that Sydenham SAPS responded in good time..*winks...
I guess I can safely say I've long since lost my title of Most Unpleasant Member of Society Living?

Cheers, and peace wherever you are..

---oOo---

Friday 13th January 2012 at 3.45pm.

2012-01-12T05:32:00.001-08:00

THE POWER TRIP...
(begun Wednesday 11th January at 11.30am..)

*What you faffing about there, Balliram? Nervous? You waited, and I'm delivering so STFU and sit still for a change...*

That shiny new copper wire that Raw Power had hung to replace our nicked cabling back in July was finally removed at 2.50am this morning...
Sue the Book and her kid were still awake at that god-forsaken hour and both had heard the hiss and then seen the brilliant white flash as Balliram's contractor had cut the cable... They'd briefly hoped to see a charred body but alas, those blokes know what they're doing, so she'd called SAPS Sydenham instead...
Eventually they'd given up waiting for the Force to pitch, and had gone to bed and slept... *shrugs..

I'd only realised the power was off when I'd noticed the fans had stopped, but I'd gotten up and cooked the dog's livers on the Cadac anyways.. We'd had the usual small power dips last night, but clearly the floods of unregulated frequencies he's been pouring into our homes lately have done nothing to sate his sick appetite...
This particular 'theft' only affects us, B.Snr., and Lionel down at No. 2.. You can't count the Special Operative, as I'm betting he's got his mod cons running as usual...
Being as how it was Wednesday I'd stood at the gates at 8am chatting to B.Snr, and he'd filled me in on Balliram's latest achievement...
Missus B.Snr is now wearing a bandage to try and support the agony in her knee, and her lower abdomen is still giving her hell, and she'd already left to go to the doctor...

It's probably pointless telling you that I've just had a chat to Sue the Book, and that she too says the pain in her knee and in the ovary area is pretty unbearable.. Some twenty years age difference between the two of them, and yet both are displaying identical symptoms...
Hey, you guys carry on sniggering behind your hands at this horrorshow, and what you like to tell yourselves is no more than our collective imaginitive hysteria, why don't you...*snarls...

LATER at 12.32pm

I'd eventually succumbed and sent a text to Spence to say the copper line had been nicked, but how hard is it for our Controller to redirect or block that number? With one filthy paw behind him, is how simple it is hey Jannie?
Later in the morning I'd even called Raw Power and vented to the unfortunate long-suffering receptionist.. And now, as I scribble here, there are two pleasant guys slaving away in the blazing midday heat up their ladders, to replace the nicked copper cable with - wait for it- more tempting shiny copper cabling..*chokes... I didn't miss the irony of one of the young men being kitted out in a vodacom T-shirt either.... *winks..

I've just called the nice lady to thank her for pretty much achieving a miracle.. (though of course we're still a long way off having our power restored..) and she'd said they'd had a legitimate callout to ours shortly after my first call to her..*blinks.. Ahhh, the usefulness of the monitored phone lines, hey Balliram? *spits...
Now there's no way I'll ever know if our Al got my text and dealt with the problem, or whether our Controller made a hasty call to Sewsunker at Springfield Depot and told him to bump the job up the list for appearance sake... I find I couldn't really care less either way, as the goonda next door will likely have the new cable cut again very shortly...

No stocks of the insulated single line we were promised Al? Sure, only by one of your amused wekkers, but still.... Or your orders were to keep replacing it with the highly desirable shiny copper? See, I'm forced to question why, if cable theft is costing the country millions, you'd continue using this so attractive medium on a stretch of road that already has a 'highly technical computerised anti-cable theft system' operating on the poles, which for some inexplicable reason ain't working.. *grins..
If you were indeed to insist that there was none of the less-attractive-to-thieves insulated cabling available, I'd have to call you a Liar, and I'd have to say that despite your fantabulously grand title, you're forced to do as you're told by a sadistic Rubbish who purports to be a Special Agent with our *chokes* Intelligence Agency..
That's pretty darned depressing for starters, though your inflated salary must go a ways to cushioning your embarrassment?

Hell, six years ago you found our plight hilarious, but I have to wonder now whether it's finally sinking in, and whether you still shrug off the agonies I report that I and my friends endure, quite so easily...
Why would you think Collin P. Balliram was any better class of creature than his erswhile vile colleague, Glen Nayager, FFS? A subsequently convicted Sex Pest given access to homes and businesses across the Zone via the powerlines, never mind access to the phonelines... *spews...
You owe us way more than an oops at this point, but I guess your cojones are tucked firmly up under your navel right now..

WTF is stopping you from crossing the bloody floor? What are you so afraid of? If Karl Muller is prepared to fly solo in the face of the telecom's giants, what's your excuse? You're too young to die? Geez Louise! So is Sue the Book, and she most certainly did nothing to warrant what's being done to her so systematically...
Besides, compared to the means the Sadist is using, a bullet would be a bloody mercy-killing and I kid you not... For just one of you chicken-livered cowards to submit to the same battering we're taking, would be enough to convince you of our appalling situation, but that ain't gonna happen....
So Al - It's too late to pull out? They'd track you to the ends of the earth? Why is it that even with my florid imagination I'm able to see these criminals as nothing more than oxygen-thieves and thugs, whereas you appear terrified of them?

Listen Al - if you're content to continue your murderous spree by continuing to hand power circuits over to criminals to operate, that's your lucrative perogative.. The thing is that there's absolutely no way you can claim ignorance of what's happening as a direct result of your compliance with the devil... Barnabas would be right to reassure you that there's no way any one among you will ever be brought to book for the technological war crimes being committed across the country in the name of this fabulous Wireless Project.. And besides, just maybe what passed for your conscience was fried off in the early years... *shrugs..

In fact, if you actually found my repeated pleas for compensation for the injustice caused to B.Snr in 2005, in any way amusing, it's proof enough that I'm talking to a brick wall here....
That was just the start of it, and you're well aware that a good many of us here are suffering the obvious effects of deliberate and continued over-exposure to the technology 24/7, and that microwave buzzing is the least of our problems....
Still funny? Your hands are tied? Bullshit! You're watched like a hawk yourself, just in case?
Having every aspect of my life monitored and controlled for over six years hasn't shut me up Mr. Spence, and I guess if you still want to put it down to stupidity you're welcome to do so... I'd still like to go to both Nathie Mthethwa's home and Comm. Ngobeni's home to attempt to show them how their private conversations are being monitored.. Something you're well aware would've been left out of the Sales Pitch made to them..
How people they trust and respect will be sent to entrap them one way or another..
Once I've convinced them that this is how the Wireless Project was designed to operate, I'll try and persuade them to visit No. 6 and cart off the occupant? Care for a puff?

LATER at 2.50pm

They've finished working on this end and there they are, four lines of cabling running down to Balliram's pole..Three of them glinting beautifully in the sunshine for all the world to see..*snorts.. A dead giveaway that all I tell you is the truth, and that cable theft is engineered by the Project operators themselves for a variety of reasons..
Recouping losses of the enormous additional loads required to run the technology, surreptitious alterations need making or, as in our case, a 12 hour load-shed coupled with petty spite...

Sometime before 7am this morning I'd finally found a position on Cloud 9 that had eased the grinding ache in my thigh.. I half-sat, half-lay against the pillows and wonder of wonders, the pain had almost vanished completely.. Not five minutes later the GW tottered out of bed, and as he headed to the loo, all the agony flooded back to my limb as Balliram leaped to overhear whatever pearls of wisdom fell from our lips at the start of the day.... *eyeroll...

It makes no difference at all if you just don't get it.. Our Area Controller's peers will understand exactly what I'm saying and it certainly confirms that the Turd goes well beyond the call of duty with his obsessive and sadistic behaviour...Though neither shame nor conscience are of any value to those employed by the Project, I'd be interested to know just how far gone you lot are, and whether any of you actually aspire to emulate our Controller himself? A nasty thought indeed....

Thursday 12th January at 4am..

The power was finally restored at 3pm, some twelve hours after our Area Controller had chosen to send me another of his blatant goonda-style messages...*chokes.. The Contractors had spent some time up the control pole by the stopstreet, and whether the dips to our system will now cease, remains to be seen.. *winks..
Peace..

---oOo---

Thursday 12 January 2012 at 4.08pm.

2012-01-09T22:40:00.001-08:00

STAYING ALIVE...
(begun Monday 9th January at 7.25am..)

Woop! Woop! goes our Controller's newest acquisition, as he enhances his connection to ours... What's his story? Does he try to convince you that it's something to do with the old-fashioned cctv cameras that finally and ostentatiously adorn his Chickencoop, after all these years? Within minutes the pain from the BackFire frequency begins to sparkle and increase, and my face suddenly feels it's ready to burst into flames.. The latter usually fades immediately, though I would guess that inside our home it remains far hotter than it should be at this hour of the day... Another single woop! sounds nearby. Just in case I missed the first two?
The re-introduction of this new remote tells me that they've finally devised what they consider to be a plausible reason for it's existence, though they sure took their time doing so.... *winks..

Whatever.. The almost immediate and remarkable effect this device has on me, along with the gruelling Broken Hip frequency, would seem to indicate that my days as an entertainer are numbered, if not over... The Special Operative has set aside his Ringmaster's gear and opted for his Pest Controller suit instead... *yawns...

Tuesday 10th January at 4.10am

In case you were wondering, (unlikely), Penny did eventually send me an sms to say she was staying on for an extra week with her family in the Transkei, and that she'd be back at work next Thursday.. Mystery solved...
Of rather more interest would be my Vice Chair's feedback on the results of his hospital stay...
He tells me that this latest specialist had studied the test results and diagnosed gout to be the cause of the suffering he endures, and that he was duly prescribed the relevant medication..
Medication that my VC insists does nothing whatsoever to alleviate the astonishing pain that continues to arrive after dark in his home...

He even went so far as to send all his test results to a qualified friend in Gauteng, for a second opinion, and the reply had come back to the effect that my VC should NOT be suffering from gout. His life-style alone is light years from that of a gout sufferer...
As Karl Muller has pointed out, there are no medical practitioners qualified in microwave-related illness in this country, and therefore no-one to connect the dots and sound the alarm. No doubt another excellent reason why South Africa was chosen to run this devastating technological experiment...*shrugs..

Does the realisation that so many of the local people I know are pro-Barnabas, mean I should automatically dislike them? It ain't gonna happen, folks...
He's had eleven years to sit on the phone and hand out favours like candy, and his diligence has paid off bigtime.. Does he have his beady eye set on No. 4 Harris Crescent, and will he arrange for someone to buy it on his behalf? *curious..
Were the people he's assisted financially to be made aware that much of the money he tosses about so generously is, if not from his banned-substance empire, the proceeds from the SBV Heist in Pinetown, would it change anything?
My guess would be that denial would kick in quite promptly, as we do tend to believe only what suits us, hey Earl? *winks...

There've been some really big drug busts reported in the Press recently, and I'd be all to happy to rejoice, were it not for my innate cynicism that rears it's pesky head..
If I knew for a fact that someone with say, my VC's principles, were in complete and total charge of destroying these confiscated drugs, I would certainly feel that law enforcement was making some sort of headway..
As it is, it's more likely that the seized goods go up for tender to the likes of Agliotti and Barnabas, and eventually find their way onto the local market after all...

On a lesser scale, there's the matter of the orange re-cycling bags here in Ethekwini that ratepayers are told to fill with plastic and card... A noble scheme and one that I embraced happily, until one day I read that Kwa Zulu doesn't have the right machinery to correctly recycle these products...
So I have to ask, what is the point of my diligently separating these items from the trash each day, and who is making money off a scheme that appears doomed to fail?
Which leads me again to the matter of the mercury-containing CFL bulbs, and how many thousands are already lying on the official dumping sites spread across the country?
Why is the disposal of these little killers not being rigidly controlled? By the time the results of all that mercury seeping into the water table becomes apparent, your Superiors are confident they will have the entire country linked to the Wireless Project, and the few howls of outrage will be quashed with ease, hey Janneman?
Manisha? Wayne? As horticulturists, how can you condone this deliberate destruction that's looming on the horizon? HowTF have you been persuaded to think it's okay? For every day that passes, there are hundreds more of those bulbs being tossed into the trash, and if there's a plan to reverse the damage this will inevitably cause, I'd be delighted to hear it...

So ja - To those who would lable me a shit-stirrer, I guess I qualify, and always have done...
When the Parks wekkers blatantly tip gasoline onto the bush here in the valley and set alight to it, before hastily beating a retreat (often on a Friday afternoon), who is it that gets on the phone to snitch to the authorities? The mischief-maker, natch... *curtseys... And no, it's not something you can simply overlook.. If there's a North-Easter blowing at the time, the smoke can obscure both Jan Smuts and the Freeway, and if the breeze is blowing from the South, the choking clouds head over into the densely populated Sydenham area, for the elderly and asthmatic to endure... But you'd rather I didn't rock the boat on these occasions, right?
I should simply mind my own damned business and leave it to someone else to attend to? *snarls...

There's usually one or two of us in every neighbourhood, is there not? Inquisitive, gossiping old bags who firmly believe that a problem shared, is a problem halved... An attitude that goes against everything the Wireless Project stands for, and the lies and secrets it promotes... *yawns...
If ever there was a scheme designed to divide and control both the haves and the have-nots in this country, you need look no further than the Telecom's giant's Wireless Project...

LATER at 6.15am

Once again I question the apparent effort Balliram is now going to, to have you believe his vicious attacks are restricted to 'after hours'.. Dare I hope that several of our scurvy Controller's peers have expressed their repugnance at the level of attacks carried out on the hapless guinea-pigs since Christmas?
That although at the outset of these recent and seriously upgraded assaults, we were being hammered relentlessly 24/7, Collin P. Balliram would now have someone believe that our suffering is due to the unavoidable increase in wireless activity after dark? More bullshit from a practised Liar...
Until you rid yourselves of the likes of this Psychopathic Scum and the carefully re-furbished Bastards they answer to, you'll forgive me for my inability to see any good in this scheme at all...

The Mast Fighter is gaining respect across the country for her efforts to assist communities in fighting the erection of masts in their neighbourhoods, and the attacks on her home via her power supply have been stepped up dramatically as a result...
She's fortunate to, (for the moment at least), have a bolt-hole. A luxury not afforded to the financially embattled labrats down here in the Crescent...
Another factor that no doubt played a vital part in the choice of our homes to kick-start the Surveillance Project? *belches... It might be an idea to contact the staunch Mast Fighter at her emrrfsa site and to urge her to begin blogging asap, for as much as you've regarded my reports as so much lunatic hyperbole, can you not fail to see that Ms. Dorny is my complete opposite, and that she is literally riddled with logic and commonsense..*grins..
Perhaps her version of the payback attacks on her home and family, engineered by Jannie van Zyl, will serve to finally jog you into wakefulness... Dumb as I remain, I'm still a firm believer in miracles...
Peace..

---oOo---

Tuesday 10th January 2012 at 9.19am.

2012-01-08T23:32:00.000-08:00

DO OR DIE...
(begun Monday 9th January at 1.30am...)

It appears that my reaping is forming a pattern of sorts... Wake up, lie still and assess the latest damage, before carefully sitting up in bed.. Then remember to take your considerable weight on your LEFT leg as you stand up and shuffle to the loo.. Then very carefully ease back onto Cloud 9, only to decide that the heat and pain in that corner aren't worth it, and voila! here I am, air-whistling Blue Skies, would you believe.... *grins...

Something's different this morning. Not a single wirelessed nunu device has kicked in yet. Not even when I was making coffee, and crossed by the kitchen window... There was definitely the buzz of a wireless song out there when I first sat down, but even that's been quickly dumbed down to where I'd have to go outside to hear it properly... *blinks...
If I cup my hand around my ear, as you see so many old people do, I can hear an odd rushing sound nearby, as the beginnings of the BackFire kick in...

We all know I'm never short of a crazy idea or two, and my latest *coughs* revelation involves THIS stunning signal enhancer that's stuck on THIS outbuilding just across the playing field at St. Theresa's... Pictures taken well before the trees had grown big enough to almost, but not quite obscure my view.. I don't think it's a dwelling.. Maybe a classroom, or some sort of storeroom? I'd stake my life on it that that light has been customised to match THIS one on the end of Balliram's bunker...
Whatever alterations and additions have been added to it, it's totally unfazed by the trees or bricks and mortar between us..I can't remember what got me out on the verandah after 5pm yesterday, and it was pure luck that I'd noticed that light was already active long before dark..

Did it come on around the same time that the pain in my leg began to increase so rapidly, there in the lounge? Balliram? *curious... If you took away the lounge wall behind me, I'm most certainly in direct line of sight to that baby...
*It's now 1.55am and the first of his grinding nunus kicks in. and the temperature rockets here at the desk*

I had a couple of texts from my Vice Chair late yesterday. He's safely back home and says that while he's pretty much pain-free in the day, he can't fathom why his problems escalate almost as soon as he either sits or lies down... Houston - We have an irrefutable match here..
I guess the Slimeball is making a bid to sell you on the idea that it's just pure bad luck and total coincidence that the occupants of No.s 4, 5, 8, 17, and now Abrey Road, are so badly affected when he increased the wireless monitoring at sunset.... *chokes...
Spare me, dewd. I'm quite swamped by your lies...

I checked again at 6.45pm to find a few lights over on the toddler's dorms had been activated, though none of the streetlights had come on yet.. A really big sodium-coloured light shone from out of the upstairs dorm window and held rock-steady through the trees..*vomits... That's no bloody reflection.. All the cosmetic bullshit of metal bars on those kid's windows, and special finishes applied to the glass, are blown away by the sight of that stunner... Nothing's ever changed over there, and those upstairs dorm windows are still considered too handy to leave off using, despite the risks to the under-sized occupants...

What was it that bothered Sutcliffe so badly that he had the durbanite.co.za site shut down? Still not saying Leon? Anyone kept in touch with the author of A Better Life For All? David? I'd be forced to eat my shorts if that whistleblower wasn't having his/her abode flooded with unregulated wireless frequencies and EMR, even as I scribble here...
There were enough names and dodgy shenanegans mentioned in that eye-popping document to have caused a mini stampede at the door of the whistleblower's own Area Controller...

Anyone bothering to keep an eye out for the Snitch who gave me so much entertainment, albeit briefly? By now of course he/she could have hopped aboard a plane and be waiting out the storm from a somewhat safer vantage point.. If not, and you are after all, suffering the plagues of Egypt via your power supplies, you could do worse than to give us a call.. I'm in the book as young Leon Chetty knows.. *waves...
If you've not had your mojo whipped the hell out of you by now, why not fill me in on the turn your life has taken since you found the nerve to publish those revelations?
You think it matters to me that chances are you had your own cable-laying aspirations, and that it was your failure to be awarded the tender that led you to reveal so many juicy secrets?

No man, get real... Back when you would've submitted your bid, was way before Karl Muller came out to say that the technology is ultimately going to achieve the cull of the century, and I'm betting the thought never crossed your mind prior to that... If indeed you're still in the country, and you haven't yet begun to experience payback for your cheek, it's only a matter of time before several of the names mentioned in A Better Life For All come up with the required funds to have you blown out of the water so to speak...
You've got a plan? Really? I'm tossing you a bloody life-line here dude, however repellant you may find the idea.. *grins...
Allow me to fill the Readers in, on what happens to loose-lipped individuals, and you won't regret it.. Oops! Hang on! I do that anyway, and look where it's gotten me..*chokes... Moving on...

You already know that unlike you I have rules, and that one of those rules has always decreed that I may not wish ill on my tormentors.. It's probably due more to the fact that my short-term memory is severely compromised than anything else, but I abide by that one fairly easily....
Did I drop that ball when I noticed the toothy and most foul ex-City Manager was making a determined effort in the Press to have you overlook his years of corruption?
It was close, I tell you, and I confess I briefly entertained the delicious notion that his own apartment be flooded with the same crap that we've endured since he gave the nod for the H20 Trials to go ahead here in Sherwood...
If you check out the Tribune's Letters page, you'll find a couple of others are equally unimpressed by this Supporter of Criminals... *shrugs...

Though he's relinquished his title, that little snake is far from out of the picture, and he will continue to be used by the Corrupt for their own gain, for years to come... Is he still in a position to call any of the shots? Unless he has all sorts of monitoring gadgets set up in his apartment, how will he know if the tide has turned and his own power system has been accessed? Does he have an oscilloscope set up in his spare room? Or a tri-field meter reader that he checks every day? Is his apartment now kitted out to resemble a giant Faraday Cage and if so, would this save him?
Once Sutcliffe's usefulness runs out, will he be systematically crippled like us, before he can do a runner to the white sands of Goa?

Much like the convicted Sex Pest, Nayager, does Sutcliffe assuredly have dirt on everyone that matters, and I shouldn't be surprised were the likes of Allen Spence or Mike Oliver tasked to sweep his apartment at least once a week, every week, to verify that it's clear of anything over the standard 230v emissions...
It's a given that Sutcliffe has enjoyed the cloak and dagger aspect of the Wireless Project and the ability to steal private information from under the noses of his colleagues, though I have to wonder how he would cope were the technology to be turned against him... Would he stand his ground and fight? Not a chance.. As with the rest of the yellow-bellied cowards operating this wireless technology, I'm betting he has a contingency plan in place.. In his case, one that will probably involve putting several thousand miles between him and his enemies...
Hysterical, when you consider that it's the likes of this scurvy little man, along with assorted Crime Bosses and Druglords, who have been deemed fit to usher us into the New Age.. *snorts... In time to come, the Project Authors will most likely paint him as a Hero of the Cause, and by then the opinions of the average man-in-the-street will count for squat.. If, that is, Joe Soap will still be capable of forming his own opinions, ten years down the line..*winks...

Is the recent and glaringly obvious escalation in brutality being exacted upon the hapless guinea-pigs here in the Zone, merely the next step in the Author's projected plans, or is there another reason for this up-graded savagery? Eh - mine not to reason why, hey guys? *grins...
To the good chaps out there - Are you doing anything at all to save us, or are you still pinned to your seats by logic and self-preservation? Don't trot out the lame 'the Lord helps those..' either, for I'm living (barely) proof that up against the Criminals operating the Wireless technology, the Lord appears to have taken a back seat...

It's now 4.10am and I'm heading on back to bed.. I've just taken my coffee mug through to the kitchen and as I stood at the sink a wirelessed nunu kicked in tinnily.. Back on track then Balliram?
Peace..

---oOo---

Monday 9th January 2012 at 9.48am...

2012-01-07T22:40:00.000-08:00

GRIEVOUS BODILY HARM...
(begun Sunday 8th January at 12.30am..)

*The PC had only just finished booting up and I'd not yet connected, when a Windows icon appeared on the bottom task bar, kitted out in red, saying that our computer might be at risk, and to click here to solve the problem, before it vanished as swiftly as it had arrived... Pffft.. MIGHT be at risk? Sure....*

Check out the time. Was I supposed to surface properly while he was working me over so thoroughly? Well I did, and I figured it might be an excellent idea to come share with you right away..
At 12.10am I came to, sufficiently to realise that the really hectic ache to the base of my skull was way beyond his usual level of attack... The top of my outer thigh still felt like I'd been kicked by a donkey, and is sore to the touch, while the BackFire frequency was running on high....
Balliram had waded in last night the minute I'd climbed onto Cloud 9 just after 8pm, and the pain at the top of my thigh had escalated enormously and travelled down to my knee... I'd called the GW to show him the area, and had pointed out that it wasn't the actual joint that was under attack. It fits perfectly with the inconsistencies of the assaults made on Missus Bernie and her daughter and on my Vice Chair.

I can hear her bewilderment as she'd said that one minute her ankles are puffed up enormously and then for no apparent reason the pain and swelling disappears.. Pretty much the same symptoms described in detail by my VC over in Abrey...
You've heard how often my own agony suddenly vanishes for hours, only to return when least expected, and it gives new meaning to our Area Controller's determination to keep us hopping.. *spews...
Though I insist often enough that the Psychopath needs no reason for his barbaric behaviour, now I'm not so sure...

What could possibly have triggered this recent outbreak of sheer savagery on Balliram's part? Certainly not the lame-ass update I published yesterday... *puzzled... My renewed communiques with Tracey-Lee Dorny perchance? The article by Jane Duncan on the State of our Intelligence Service that she'd mailed to me? I'd typed a reply to the effect that amongst other things Mo Shaik appears to have fallen out of favour, and that this may just be the crack in the door she needs, and when I'd clicked on Send, gmail had refused, and said there was an error... *blinks... My second attempt had appeared to be successful, but as it wasn't acknowledged, it may well have been redirected to Tracey's spam box by her Controller, and overlooked...
You think I'm kidding? I copied and pasted three separate mails to my VC yesterday, and when I'd checked with him to see if they'd arrived, he'd had to go hunting for them, and eventually found that they'd ended up in his spam box... A stunningly simple diversionary tactic for our Controller to achieve, and pretty effective at that... *shrugs...

See, I've got this funny feeling that Jannie van Zyl and Michael Barnabas are less than happy when I chat to the Mast Fighter. and that the less we have to do with one another the more they like it... Was that a SAPS chopper that circled repeatedly over her home in Craigavon? She didn't identify it, but I guess it was... Who's her Controller, Ronald? You're up in the Fourways area and therefore I'm guessing you know?
Someone installed in a property very close to Ms. Dorny's home, that's fosho....
You lot may be interested to hear what happened to the Mast Fighter and her family in their home on the 20th December, but you're going to have to take Mr. van Zyl's careful version of events for the time being, as he scrambles to recover lost ground.. It appears that Ms. Dorny may have realised just how vital it is that she create her own blog in order to detail just what has, and is being done to that family since the removal of the iBurst tower at Craigavon...
In her latest mail she repeated that she is soon to begin blogging, and it can't come soon enough as far as I'm concerned... So far, you've only had my word on how they too have been enduring attacks via their power supplies, and to hear it from the horse's mouth will make all the difference..*dances painfully...

BTW, if she should find that she has any mysterious problems in getting such a blog up and running, hopefully she'll let me know and I'll snitch to you here in turn... Then it'll be up to you to insist that she be left alone to publish her tale, and the Telecoms Agent will be forced to withdraw his Controller's mischief in that area at least.. Neato!

How near the mark was I when I'd blogged that I suspect the average Boffin would regard the Surveillance technology being used to run the Wireless Project as outdated and impractical? Bingo? That it's the cunning and highly advanced little devices that once added to the old and cumbersome technology, lift it to it's present remarkable status, and all that it can achieve in both audio and visual monitoring....
The Project Authors have apparently cheerfully overlooked the horrific side-effects this is having on the population, though I've no doubt there's a team set up to constantly work on the Insufficient Evidence or Proof section of the scheme, just in case... *winks...

Do you even begin to grasp just why Collin P. Balliram was given the task of IT Security Consultant to hospitals in and around Durban? That he's now in a perfect position to ferret about in all and any medical files that might just prove detrimental to the Wireless Project..?. Do you really imagine that my GP's surgery was the only one bugged by Majoor Gineraal Groenewald in his brief stint as Head of Technical Services at St. Augustine's? How simple was that to achieve FFS? With a plant working in my doctor's front office to make a call should anything of interest crop up, there's very little that can get past the Druglord or his colleagues... Ai! It's 2am and I'm heading back to bed to see what happens.. cheers...

Sunday 8th January at 5.45am

Are there instructions that come with the crud the Sadist has resorted to using since Christmas? Do they suggest that our Controller just chip away at the target night after night, until said target's system collapses for good? That probable cause of death will take the form of a stroke or heart attack which, depending on the target's age, general health, and lifestyle, will not be questioned? Would you care to confirm that's pretty much on the button, Rezah? *waits...
Within almost ten minutes of my staggering through here to the desk at 12.30am, after last night's full-on GBH exercise, both the BF and the pains in my neck and leg had disappeared completely...
However, once I'd gone back to bed at 2am, the mischief was renewed immediately...
I had a few muttered words with Balliram at that point, and was at last allowed to doze off, though right now I feel as if I've been run over by a bus... *applauds...

Do I consider that the GameWrecker is safe from similar attentions, tucked up in that little backroom away from the satellite dish and the mini-base station? Give me a break!! Though he continues to insist he's a ThickSkin, he's been on powerful anti-inflammatories for his shoulder, for months.. For want of anything better, our GP had diagnosed tendonitis IIRC.. The exact same shoulder pain still being endured by B.Snr., who deals with it by taking a daily pinch of cayenne pepper in water and gritting his teeth... Different strokes? Ooops! I shouldn't say that now, not even in jest....
So ja - it could be either one of us that Balliram finally nudges over the edge, and I very much doubt anyone among you would so much as twitch an eyebrow.. *gags...

Like I said, as a weapon of war waged by criminals upon the innocent, there is now little to beat the use of unregulated wireless frequencies and EMR.. For mass destruction you need look no further than the forest of cellmasts that continue to appear in every neighbourhood, as they march across the land...
Towers that will certainly have led to illness and even fatalities prior to 2004, but whose killing abilities have rocketed with the arrival of the Wireless project and the satellite dishes added to existing masts since 2005....

Do you genuinely feel that it was 'my fault' that this end of Harris Crescent was chosen as the kick-off point for the Wireless/Fibre over powerlines project Trials, that caused such mischief to us physically in 2005? Are you able to kid yourselves that if it wasn't for my big fat mouth, none of the guinea-pigs would've suffered as they have? Seriously? And finally - Despite my nauseating willingness to accept that I deserve everything that comes my way, do you consider that this applies to my friends and neighbours as well?
Geez, can you step back and study what you're saying, objectively, or are you chained to the spot by your allegiance to a common-or-garden Druglord and his minions?

There'd been no repeat incidents of electrical interference with our DSTV service yesterday, so here's hoping the 'problem' was sorted, though by golly, it's tempting at this stage to resurrect Steve Stander who used to be down at MWeb's Abuse line back in the day... Still purporting to save idiotic newbies from themselves, Steven? Or did your relationship with the Elvis look-alike Shaggy, and Jannie van Zyl, lead to a massive leg-up in your career? Hell, I can't deny that one way or the other my bolshie attitude and stupifying thickness was manna from heaven to the regulars on MWeb's trivia channel. It's what came after that, that I take issue with, dewd.... Water under the bridge? I disagree, and I think that a good story is always worth the re-telling as long as one sticks to the truth....

To close, would Mistuh van Zyl care to tell us more about the owners of Sahara here in SA, and what exactly is their relationship to Vodafone and Telkom? Way more than a mere cursory glance might reveal? *looks at Gary Alexander.. You care to whisper to us here Gary?
Have a great one guys, and
peace...

---oOo---

Sunday 8th January 2012 at 9.29am.

2012-01-06T22:00:00.000-08:00

WHAT YE SOW....
(begun Friday 6th January at 4am...)

*As I opened my gmail five minutes ago, our Controller let off one of his new remote's odd *woop!* sounds....*

I swung off of Cloud 9 at 3.30am and headed for the kettle before I realised I'd quite forgotten that I was a cripple... I hadn't rolled gingerly off the bed with grunts of pain as I'd tried to stand, but had simply gotten up and walked through to the kitchen. A miracle? No ways... The only miracle here is that the Sadist had temporarily stopped pumping the Broken Hip frequency into our home overnight, for whatever reasons... *eyeroll...
There's more...

It was Penny's first day back at ours yesterday, since her Christmas break.. I was in such discomfort I'd already told the GW I wasn't going to attempt to take myself out to the shops, as last Thursday had proven to be an exercise in total misery, and I said I'd rather hitch a ride with him in the Polo... (No, you didn't hear me say that Balliram, as I wrote it down for the GW, you knob).
When, by 8.30am there was still no sign of Miss Ndenga, I'd called her daughter to see if there was a problem.. A gutteral (sp) man's voice had answered and said I had the wrong number. I rang Penny's cell and it rang endlessly before going to what sounded like a fax machine..*blinks.. Both are numbers I've used successfully on many occasions in the past..
It's not a trainsmash yet, as maybe she's chosen to spend an extra week down in the Transkei, and had no funds to call me..*shrugs...
Once I'd accepted she wasn't going to pitch, I'd said to the GW that hip be damned, I was going to give driving my car a shot after all, and I set off up my fifty two stairs one at a time, thinking I could always hang a U and head back home if the pain got too bad...

If I told you that by the time I got to the Village Market on Hofmyer my leg was already feeling better, would you consider me nuttier than ever? That there was little to no debilitating frequencies flooding that shopping centre for a change, nor at the Farmers Market, or the Westville Mall? That I even managed to cross up the quad at Sydenham SAPS without dragging my leg too badly? *startled....
The first hint of BackFire struck as I passed by Owen Johnson's house and the cellmast on Harris Crescent, and an hour after I'd arrived home I was limping as badly as ever.. It's bloody magic I tell you!

Still, the pain was bearable right up until the afternoon when I took a call on the wired landline from a Community member I'd not met previously... I subsequently made a few calls of my own, and it was downhill all the way from then on for CrippleJill..
It irks me mightily to think that from the top ranks down, this bunch of criminals will shrug off their culpability by insisting they're just doing their job..
That the pain and suffering (*as I type here in blogger at 8.11am my harddrive is going nuts. Kaspersky? Nope, the icon hasn't moved for quite a while) caused to my friends and neighbours is nothing more than bad luck and unavoidable.. If that's the case, may I ask Sabeera up at No. 18 whether she or her family endure ANY of the horrific symptoms I've described here in detail over the years?
May I ask our ex-Ward Councillor's cousin at No. 31 the same question, or the Paramedic three doors down from her? No? No health problems that you're aware of, despite your heavy investment in the Wireless project?

If that doesn't convince you that the attacks on selected homes via their powerlines here in the Crescent, are premeditated and deliberate, nothing will...*yawns....
My VC had tried a third doctor in an attempt to unravel the mystery of his agonising feet and ankles... A doctor who yesterday admitted him to hospital for tests. Will he ultimately be told he's joined the growing ranks of diabetics here in the Zone? *fascinated...
Missus Bernie and her daughter up at No. 17 are enduring remarkably similar agonising symptoms.. The daughter (already a diabetic) since some time before Christmas, and her mother two or three weeks later...

It would appear that blogging the Good Man and loyal CPF member who lives in Michan Road, and the strong probability that their home has also taken a battering via their powerlines at the cost of their health, hasn't pleased him in the least. Ambiguous as my references were, I suspect some 'kind' soul has drawn his attention to my words, and has stirred more than a little deliberate mischief in doing so..
You may recall how a similar attempt was made a few years ago, to drive a wedge between me and my good friends down at no. 4, and of how miserably it had failed...

Will my one-time friend from Michan Road forgive me for using them to illustrate that Balliram's attacks are by no means restricted to the unfortunate guinea-pigs here in Harris Crescent, or will he allow himself to be persuaded I'm no more than a rubbish would-be shit-stirrer? *interested.... Will the Good Man ever come to realise what's being done to the Community by a so-called reformed Druglord and his criminal henchmen, or would he, as Barnabas so correctly predicted, prefer to keep his head down and mind his own business as the fall-out from the Surveillance technology takes it's heavy toll on the residents?
While the loss of his friendship would be a blow, there's no way it will stop me from continuing to sound the alarm as best I can.. *shrugs....
I'm fortunate to live in a community filled with wonderful, kind and caring people, who it turns out were chosen as the kick-off point for a truly horrendous technological experiment, all thanks to a local druglord and our Head of Intelligence... If my babbled cries of warning serve merely to alienate me from the very people I care about, so be it...

LATER at 6.30am

The charming Broken Hip frequency has been reactivated and enhanced for Balliram's listening pleasure, and I'm back to shuffling about grumbling and groaning...
I'd begun a Kaspersky Full Scan at 3.38am, and have just checked almost three hours later, to find it's only completed 90% so far...*blinks..
The last full scan we ran a week ago, completed in an astonishing hour and a half, and the GW merely shrugged it off, as he tends to do now when something is beyond his ability to comprehend... *sighs..

Reaping what I sow is a term I'm more than just familiar with btw, and I've pretty much always taken responsibility for my actions, even when it's been carefully explained to me on occasion that I'd had nothing to do with a particular problem.. *grins... Having a life-long issue with my self-image has led to me willingly shouldering the blame for any and all misfortunes that come my way, or yours for that matter...
Sometimes with due cause, and I suspect, sometimes not... *shrugs...
With hindsight, I allowed the convicted Sex Pest Nayager and his buddy Balliram to feed off my self-loathing for years, to their delight.. Oops!
Enough. Me and the unpleasant toad have finally learned to get along, albeit in a shaky fashion, and as long as I remember right from wrong and give a shit about my fellow-man, I figure I'm doing okay....
These days my apparent ongoing self-absorbtion is designed to show you the results of what can happen should you choose to speak out on criminal activities...

Were you to search the Zone for other out-spoken critics, chances are you would find them laid low in similar fashion to me and my friends.... In time you will learn that even muttering your misgivings in your own home could prove detrimental to your health, and you will fully support the sheep-like tenet of head down and FFS mind your own business, as so many here do already...
The ultimate goal Mr. van Zyl? An ambitious project, watched by the world as would-be dissenters are picked off with ease by the wireless weaponry?
Exhausted and nauseated as I am by the ongoing physical attacks perpetrated upon so many innocent people by your No.1 Area Controller here in the Zone, I continue to be fascinated at how easily the population have allowed themselves to be conned.. And this from a dyed-in-the-wool Simpleton, nogal..

LATER at 5.40pm

We have a new development. Our Controller's Beemer still sits day in and day out on his driveway. Whether a red-herring, or whether he is home or away it doesn't appear to have deterred him from causing ongoing mischief...
Just before 12.30 midday I was watching the box when I noticed some electrical interference on the screen and I could hear the buzzing as well.. (As if a hair-dryer had just been plugged in near to the set?)
I went down the passage to check whether I'd left something running and by the time I got back the interference had stopped completely. I settled back down and *blam!* we lost the screen and the sound. Despite resetting first the decoder and then the wall plug, it took a full half hour for the Channel to restore...

Since then it's run totally hassle-free right up until 4.55pm, when out of the blue the same electrical interference kicked in, and you just KNOW it's source is nearby..*vomits... Whatever tweaks and additions the Chop had done during the two weeks after the installation of the solar powered geyser, they are definitely affecting our power supply over and above his physical attentions, en ek maak sterk beswaar.... *snarls...
You think that's funny? Seriously? How many people have already had their assets and even homes cooked, in the name of this bloody Wireless project, never mind their health severely compromised?
And how many of those inexplicable electrical fires were genuine errors caused by an Area Controller, or were judgemental payback scenarios delivered by a power-drunk and unqualified goon, with a flair for hacking? Lord, do I sound peeved or what?
Peace julle...

---oOo---

Saturday 7th January 2012 at 8.47am.

2012-01-05T22:27:00.001-08:00

SOLITARY..
(begun Wednesday 4th January at 10.25pm)

I'm thick, not yet blind nor deaf, and I got the lie of the land soon after 7pm when the Creature's remote chirruped a couple of times, and the many little dips to our lights began shortly afterwards..

My hip discomfort had started to disappear mysteriously at around lunchtime, though I still struggled with the stairs, and my mood had lifted accordingly... By late afternoon I could almost dance a jig, but not once did I delude myself that it was anything other than Balliram playing his stupid mind-games..*snorts...
True to form, and as anticipated, from 7pm onwards, the house grew hotter and hotter, and the hip pain returned in spades....
Nonetheless, I retired to Cloud 9 after 8pm, only to find the Sadist waiting for me with open arms.. I dozed and dreamed fitfully after that, before giving up and joining you here at the desk for a brief chat...

I find the Broken Hip frequency odd in the extreme, and would be interested to hear from someone who had a similar problem, but one acquired pre-2004, where lying down didn't usually ease the discomfort enormously... Sue the Book had said she was equally startled to find that the pain in her knee and shin tended to escalate dramatically when she took the weight off it, and lay down.
If there's a logical explanation for this phenomenon it escapes me, and natch, I would insist that it's merely further confirmation that our joints and bones are being systematically microwaved, precisely, and with malice of forethought...

On studying the pictures I took earlier today of Balliram's streetlight and what appeared to be changes made recently, I found that disappointingly, it had simply been a piece of bright blue tape that has begun to unravel off of one of the many tatty cables, that had caught my eye..
I went back through my photo albums and discovered that the last really big changes to our poles appear to have been made sometime between June 2010 and the 31st January 2011, and were probably done by another of Allen Spence's muni-created Contractor's, namely S N Retic.

See? Here they are up B.Snr's streetlight on the 27th January 2011, busily adding yet more devices to the already over-loaded spaghetti draped about the pole...
Whether it was during that operation that Balliram's lemon-coloured light sensor atop his cowling was exchanged for THIS odd-looking little fella, and THIS dome-shaped device was tacked onto his pole, is anyone's guess... As is the speculation that these alterations were made just prior to the much anticipated use of the radio frequencies as full-on weapons of attack, and were installed to somehow aid the precision of these carefully planned assaults...

The front page News article at mybroadband today had me thinking that the Telecom's Agent continues to find our dire situation amusing... Was it Jannie van Zyl who'd suggested that fellow publish the Lights Used for Connecting piece? *chokes.. On the ancient use of heliography for communication? Hell, I'll not back down, nor hum and hah about my assertion that lights do indeed play a major part in this scurrilously invasive Surveillance project..
I'll continue to shriek that that is the reason the Government would ultimately force you over to CFL's, despite the alarming repurcussions this will have on our eco-system in the future... That a way has been found to harness the low wireless frequencies given off by these lights, and that in many cases minute devices have been added to them to enable them to act as extremely powerful senders/receivers...

Could Dr. Roux or the Italian be persuaded to brag of these achievements, or does this particular technology indeed originate from Kyocera, Japan? Oh come on Jannie! Quit stalling and spit it out... You already revealed your true character during the iBurst tower in Craigavon fiasco, and it's not like anyone would be shocked to find that you ARE heavily involved in several aspects of the Wireless project, not the least of which would be the recruitment of 'suitable' Area Controllers...

It's further my opinion that you investigate possible candidates for both Teams, do you not? The purported Good Team gets fed one sales pitch, while the Seriously Rotten with Underworld connections, another? Both sides are encouraged to believe their opponents are suckers, not so? *huge wink....
You're fully aware that lighting pretty much forms the foundation for this invasive communications system and in fact, you could probably describe how it operates in terms that even I could understand...
I bet it's all so stunningly simple that the majority of eggheads would laugh it off as out-dated and impractical, which is just the reaction your Superiors prefer...*grins....

My Vice-Chair asked me whether or not our tap water gives off a strange smell or is discoloured.... If you've been following you'll know the answer to that one fosho.... Why, I'd blogged only a few days back of the thick white water that gushed from our taps, despite there'd been no sign of droogs working on the lines..*winks...
The smell has varied greatly since 2004 when THIS sort of operation became the norm outside of No. 14 Harris Crescent, and has veered at times between no smell at all, a chemical pong, or just plain rotten eggs... *shrugs... It did seem to improve briefly once I discovered a fellow CPF Member was employed by the Muni's Water department, and he'd promised to have samples tested if need be...
I've little doubt that he's since had his mind changed for him on that score, and besides, I wouldn't compromise him by asking, anyways...

It's now 11.55pm and the dogs are as unsettled as I am... The rumbles of thunder are growing closer by the minute, and the little Casio clock/temperature gauge read 30.0C when I first went to bed, so maybe we're in for some more rain.. I'm going to head back aboard Cloud 9 and hope that Balliram's attention is elsewhere.. G'nite...

Thursday 5th January at 4.45am

I finally woke at about 4am, made a loo call, and thought I'd sneak a few more zzz's till 5am.. As if. *snorts... Einstein hadn't forgotten it was Thursday, and you simply had to be here to experience the mind-boggling overkill that he used to finally have me up and heading here for cover some ten minutes ago... *eyeroll...

LATER at 6am

A banana with half a teaspoon of honey, a tiny pot of strangely flavoured yoghurt, a Voltaren, and I'm good to go... Just kidding folks! My not-overly-burdened-with-grey-matter Controller has attempted to ensure I won't be going anywhere under my own steam today, and my painful hobbling gait, relayed back to the Crooked, will surely earn the Creep more kudos.... *shrugs and waves to the Crumb...

I'm forced to give credit where it's due and admit that Balliram has earned his notoriety by turning toying with his victims into an art form... The careful withholding of any pain whatsoever yesterday, may have had a lesser simpleton gibbering at the renewed onslaught last night and this morning.. Me? Although I'd voiced my disappointment at discovering el Monstro's mind is in fact light years from the Genius I'd thought him to be, it makes it that much easier for this Idiot to keep up, and accept his sadistic and malicious behaviour... Go figure.. *grins..
Now if I could just work out how to eradicate the nauseating self-doubts that continue to beset me in my solitary confinement, I'd be a whole lot happier....

LATER at 8.15am

Weird, but happily so... When I booted up earlier to check my mail there'd been a terse reply from the Rocket Scientist and a mail from the Mast Fighter, and that's all it took to get me back on track...
Back on track, just chirping into the wind, hey Jannie? No more of a threat than I ever was back in the day..*grins.. Is the Part Time Political Science student/activist even out there? Can SHE go check out the Popular Mechanic Issue July 2011 Page 72, Tangling with Telecoms?

Though young Professor Leonard Els turned out to be as straight as a die, and even admitted that several of his students had complained of knee problems after doing lab work with rats for the Wireless project, the stench of rot continues to emanate from Howard College...
Roux, Petruccione and Sutcliffe in an unholy alliance with Telkom.. You're going to have to be creative and dig, for this entire experiment is based on lies... Be it in-your-face whoppers, or simply lying by omission...
Peace...

---oOo---

Friday 6th January 2012 at 9.12am.

2012-01-03T23:06:00.000-08:00

ON EMPTY...
(begun Wednesday 4th January at 3am...)

El Creepo more than made up for his apparent lack of mischief the night before, and I was woken three or four times, sufficiently to become aware of his nasty attentions.... *yawns... If it wasn't quite so bloody exhausting, I'd probably find the Incredible Moving Broken Hip frequency fascinating.. What began at the top of the inner thigh has now days later, moved around to the outer thigh, and occasionally even travels down to my fat knee FFS! I believe that I'm being given 'the works' as they say, and as you've heard, I'm not alone by any means..
My friends (of widely differing ages) suffer equally debilitating assaults on their homes with absolutely no chance of being rescued....

There've been many times over the years that I've put my pen down and left it down, for one reason or another, though doing this has never once resulted in a ceasefire...
If it pleases what passes for your conscience to consider that it's my blog that provokes the Sadist, and that were I to STFU, he would bypass our houses and stop torturing us, think again..
Can you say psychopath? BigEars has never needed a reason to cause mischief, despite that his Personal Pooper-Scooper may have tried to persuade you to believe otherwise... *shrugs..

I'd clicked on the iBurst Connect icon at 2.16pm yesterday afternoon and had seen out of the corner of my eye that our TV immediately lost the picture, and the red light came on to the decoder box. Magic! A message floated up to say don't switch off the decoder and the picture will restore itself. Fat chance! While I was granted an internet connection, for some reason I couldn't have the telly on as well? I pulled the plug and left it off, and went and checked out the Forum online instead....
When I'd gone up a little while later to see the GW off, there was the Elim Pool guy pulling in outside our Controller's open gates.. *blinks.. Tempted as I was to shriek at the poor fella and ask how he could condone the pain were suffering, I didn't, and I merely called out to him, smiled and waved...
Was he there to adjust the glitch that had occurred when I'd lost the TV picture earlier? There'd been a fairly stiff breeze blowing and more rain on the way, so it's highly unlikely he was visiting No. 6 to actually clean their pool....

I'd managed to tidy up the mountain of newspapers and magazines during the day, and had unearthed two or three issues of Popular Mechanics that were still in their plastic covers.. Halleluja!
Later on I'd opened the July 2011 issue and had eventually come across the article on Page 72 - Tangling with Telecoms...*sick.... Did you post it on the mybroadband forum months ago, and I simply missed it?

May I ask you a few straight questions, Janneman? Have you ever met or spoken to Dr. Stef Roux in the past? Is he one of the magicians that assisted in designing the technology that now adorns our streetlights? Was he kept advised of the pain and suffering endured by the guinea-pigs here in Harris Crescent since 2005, as a direct result of this magic, or had he moved on to greater things by then? *spews freely...
That other Hero of the Cause is mentioned in the article as well...
Professor Francesco Petruccione.. Yep. The same guy that Prof. Els had said was working so closely with the shifty Mike Sutcliffe on the Wireless technology project...
Will our Telecoms Strategist deny that both Dr. Roux and Petruccione are well aware of the Trials that were set up in Harris Crescent in 2004/2005, or will Jannie neatly sidestep my questions and say he's no idea what I'm on about? Bullshit!

If Roux or Petruccione were approached for comment, would both vehemently deny any knowledge of the physical damage caused by the Metro Connect Wireless Surveillance technology? While the content of the article could be written in Swahili as far as I'm concerned, is it possible these two gentlemen are entitled to wear the same badge as my somewhat lowlier, but no less dangerous, Area Controller? Can you say Mass Murderer?
Fellows no doubt of great intellect and learning, and yet able to avoid considering the implications and fall-out that the Surveillance technology was having on the Community, so soon after it's installation?
Give us a call Dr. Roux, why don't you... And convince me that I'm barking up the wrong tree again? *nauseated in the extreme...

I'd stood on the front lawn at 8.10am watching the little SAPS fixed-wing plane heading north at a much higher altitude than usual, and I'd guess it was the wind they were avoiding.. I'm also guessing that someone vital to the Project is being ferried about daily in that aircraft, though I confess I was puzzled by the direction it took...
If you go read the CA Forum on mybroadband, and the 'PE-Dutch bailout for Bay's degraded infrastructure' thread begun by Shibal, you'll see that Port Elizabeth is most definitely being wired with the same technology that's dropping us like flies up here in Ethekwini....
The Netherland's generous assistance had made the local Press here, when a crew had been struggling for weeks in that little feed-on road by St. Elizabeth's Church up in Westville to get the cabling and waterlines sorted out.. I'd have to say that despite the Dutch input and their clever solutions, enough water was lost in that one section alone to have filled a fair-sized dam.. No worries, hey Mr. McCleod? We'll just write it off to the ambiguous illegal water connections, shall we? *spews...

I'd had a fairly lengthy chat to Sue the Book yesterday, and discovered that while her left hip has been driving her mad with pain, it's her right knee and shin that the Bastard at No 6 has been focussing on over the holidays... Any of you that continue to mutter coincidence to these odd and painful symptoms we share, deserves the contempt I direct your way...
Turns out that her 20-something kid has added painful toothache to the list of delights he too endures at the hands of our less-than-savoury Area Controller... He has fillings? I'd asked... Plenty, came the reply.. I rest my bloody case...

Were there any out-of-the-ordinary repurcussions after I'd updated my blog yesterday? I'd blogged the excessive levels of both BackFire and Broken Hip that were running yesterday morning.. Soon after the GW left for the shops at about 3pm, those already high levels were increased astonishingly, though I'd continued to limp about stubbornly, whistling under my breath.... About half an hour before the GW returned, I noticed with surprise that the emissions had dropped again considerably, and that I was able to stand up from my chair with the minimum of fuss....
If it's the only thing I'm good at, it's my ability to function as a measuring device and aerial, and Balliram is very well aware of this, despite any denials he may make...

Those few hours of payback exacted yesterday afternoon were extreme, and put paid to any suggestions that our Controller is a sane individual just doing his job..*vomits..
As the majority of Balliram's chosen victims appear to be in a precarious financial state, could I not volunteer our services en masse to Messrs. Roux and Petruccioni as PAID labrats? Oh, wait! Those two pillars of the scientific world are already familiar with the heavily documented results of excessive wireless frequencies and EMR upon human beings, and right now they have an entire country's population to study at their leisure, free and gratis....

LATER at 5.30am

Hey Al... You busy? *studies the Lord High Poobah of all things Electrical... Can I ask you, what THIS is? I've clearly not been paying enough attention, and I'd hazard this change on Balliram's streetlight appeared sometime AFTER the solar-powered geyser was installed at the Cracker's Chickencoop...
I certainly haven't seen any droogs up the poles lately, so lord alone knows when that tatty-looking alteration was made... Anything to do with your erstwhile Pupil Collin P. Balliram's continued ability to make our lives as miserable as possible?
You want to get one of your laughably-called Good Team to check it out, or is all your spare time consumed by counting the shekels you're making off the back of this inhumane experiment? Sticks and stones, old boy - Sticks and stones... *shrugs..

The Game that you found so amusing to set up and hand over to the criminals, Balliram and Nayager to control, has become a one-sided wholesale slaughter.. Either you genuinely don't give a damn, or that title that you stagger under is purely for ornamental purposes... Which is it to be, Mr. Spence?
Peace...

---oOo---

Wednesday 3rd January 2012 at 9.21am.

2012-01-02T22:49:00.001-08:00

BRAINWASHING...
(begun Tuesday 3rd January at 3.25am...)

*Gird thy loins, for there is fowlness abroad in the very air that you breathe ... And no, that's not a typo... The wind is up already here in the valley, and our home indoors and out is flooded with the Broken Hip frequency... Over-compensation as usual by our magnificently skilled Controller... How can I tell? Crossing between the usual places indoors ie. the television, next to my bed, and between the two jackpoints in the kitchen, exacerbates the pain mightily and instantly.... Staggering up the stairs one at a shuffling time, it increases as always in the same two areas. *shrugs... *

I've gotten fat and lazy. The lazy I can live with, but the fat may be the death of me yet, and there's no denying it... Trying to lug this extra poundage about while my joints are taking a whipping from Mistuh Cool next door, and his box of wireless frequency killers, is proving less than fun...
The last time I'd let myself blow up like the Michelin Man, I'd somehow managed to shed it, and had sworn I'd not let it happen again. More proof that I have a history of self-delusion.. Bummer...

I'd woken at about 3am, astonishingly free of any of Balliram's painful mischief, and had lain there in that little corner that so resembles a sweat-box these days, thinking about Eisntein's arrival in the neighbourhood in what ? 1998? How he'd have been told to just sit tight and wait, and to practise his Cracker skills until the arrival of the Metro Connect Surveillance technology... *yawns...
What year was it that Barnabas purchased No. 734 Jan Smuts Highway and installed his then Mistress Carol and her two kids up there?
A property that now AFAIK stands abandoned, but continues to run it's many outdoor lights 24/7...*winks...
Even back then there'd often be a Telkom Bakkie or Sydenham SAPS van parked outside No. 6 for hours, while our soon-to-be-Master rattled the nearby window panes with his sound system...

The Curry Mob would've been on the lookout for someone to man Dodge City after the removal of Koobair the Squat, and I'm betting Glen Nayager's name kept popping up, even back then... With hindsight, Koobair would've been set up by his own Team to take the rap for the sale of stolen cars from off of Sydenham SAPS grounds. Judged by Barnabas to be a technophobe, and too old to learn even the basic of computer skills, he was 'let go' without a fight... I was subsequently led to understand that he was given the job of overseeing the various druglords across the country, and if that was the case, he would've been amply compensated for the loss of his position and job in the Forces. *shrugs....

Barnabas got his daughter and her hubby out of No. 2 Harris Crescent well before our Allen arrived to begin work on the Freeway Bridge lights, and Kasim was suckered into buying the property.... Did Dilshaad's horrific back problems miraculously improve once they'd moved over to Sandringham Place some years later? I can only hope so.... To this day it's doubtful that Khaled figured out how they'd been targeted by Nayager and his minions deliberately, in order to soften them into accepting the Surveillance Technology...
Poisoned dogs, repeatedly stolen gate motors, and even a hijacking at their front gate, before it was decided Khaled was ripe for the plucking, and Balliram was tasked to begin his tutoring sessions....

Nayager swiftly became Kasim's new best friend, though once the audio-technology had been set up at No. 2 (those dinky little white Telkom boxes affixed to the phonelines in those days), I've no doubt whatsoever that the old man's opinions uttered aloud in his home were what led to the continued attempted property invasions and mischief they endured.... Think about it Khaled, why don't you? You and your family were set up from the getgo, and your little wife suffered physically as a result of this fantastical Project, and I can only hope that it's turned out to be worth it after all this time...

Missus Bernie up at No. 17 rang yesterday to say she needed a lift to her doctor... Her ankles have been bothering her for a week or more, and have swollen up and turned an ugly red colour... Here I'd been thinking that Balliram would've been employing a modicum of caution since I blog so often of how we down this end of the street share the same odd symptoms, and Mr. Gung-Ho has once again proven me wrong... He will of course have been eavesdropping on that call, and have heard my subsequent remarks made to the GW, and I've no doubt he'll have come up with some sort of alibi... *vomits...

Balliram has been flooding my Vice Chair's home just over in Abrey, with the same grim frequency, since my VC's help was enlisted to assist the wrongly arrested Mr. Maharaj of Clare Estate and the illegal entry and subsequent intimidation of an innocent community member at Aslam Heights by a Mayville based drug squad... Was Captain Lazarus in on the discussions when the decision was made to punish my VC severely via his powerlines, for taking a stand against these latest injustices committed by the cops? That's a given...*waves to the Crumb...
As a result, my VC has now joined our ranks in enduring the exquisite agonies created by the concentrated employment of the Burning Feet frequency.... Swollen ankles and excrutiating pain in the feet, much like Missus Bernie is enduring right now, hey Balliram? And if I were to knock on doors between here and Abrey? How many other innocents are you toying with in this cowardly fashion?
On the plus side, our young Mr. Isaac's 2-year stint of unemployment due to his being over-qualified as an RF engineer, will long be over, and he should by rights, be earning moolla hand over fist....
His knowledge of the wireless frequencies and the effect that specific wavelengths have on humans is priceless, and I shouldn't be surprised were he to have been granted a personal audience with both Schabir Shaik and Michael Barnabas in the flesh....*applauds loudly...

Were these two gentlemen anticipating Rezah's arrival, or did they scramble to meet him only once word of his prowess filtered through to them? Personally, I'd go with the former, as very little about the Project has been left to chance, not so, Janneman? I'd have to guess that 2011 had been circled on the projected plans as a suitable time to introduce this technological weaponry openly, and to demonstrate it's efficacy repeatedly, as a further deterrent to any would-be dissenters... *eyeroll...
It's working like a dream is it not, Mr. van Zyl? To see a man as honest and forthright as my Vice Chair laid low and suffering agonies for simply doing the job he was elected to do, will certainly give many pause for thought...

My previous CPF Chairman was, some time before the arrival of the Surveillance Technology, persuaded to resign his position by means of three hijacking incidents that took place at his front gates, higher up the Crescent... These goonda-style methods are still being employed across the country, but here in the Zone at least, a more direct means of persuasion may now be achieved via the powerlines...
And who better to carry out these dastardly attacks than our own resident cowardly Sadist, Collin P. Balliram? A fellow who's discovered he has acquired an insatiable taste for inflicting pain upon innocents, and whose exploits have earned him the title of the Druglord's No. 1 IT Monkey....*belches...

I'd been sitting in my corner of the lounge yesterday, watching the box, when at 5pm sharp I took a sudden knife to the ear.. *blinks.. Freddie? Did you obligingly activate something at that moment on Balliram's orders? Something in that little Wendy-house perhaps, that's aligned directly to where I sit? *fascinated... Whatever caused that swift and eye-watering pain is pretty darned potent, and it only has to cross the Scrabble-Player's small front yard to reach me... *impressed...
Chances are that it was Balliram himself who'd tapped that particular key, and not the Accountant up at No. 12, as the GW came in a short while later to say there was a Cape Town registered vehicle along with No. 6 Garbutt Road's car, parked outside at the Chickencoop....
Given his history, my Controller will have been showing off his skillz to his visitors, and I can attest to that, as by bedtime I was once again crippled...

Come now Mr. Fireman - Convince me why I shouldn't be anxious for you and your fellow Community members? Because BARNABAS says you have nothing to fear? *falls over choking.. As dangerous as it is to entertain doubts, I'm counting on you and others like you, to connect the dots, and accept that you've been conned...
Whether or not you choose to do something about it, will surely show the level of brainwashing that Barnabas has achieved across the Zone...
Peace..

---oOo---

Tuesday 3rd January 2012 at 9.34am...

2012-01-01T23:14:00.001-08:00

THE SILLY SEASON..
(begun Monday 2nd January at 6am...)

I scarcely even bother to make my bed these days, though I spend enough time lying in it..*winks.. Even this dumb-ass knows that a change like that, however insignificant, is an indication that all's not well at Camp Toad.. Just chatting to you here, which for years has been my pleasure, has become an insurmountable hill that I'm struggling to climb right now...
Ouch! Was that a collective and derisive boo hoo that just floated across the air-waves?

In the past it would seem that I've been able to talk my way out of every pit I've dug for myself, and I've been allowed to pick myself up and continue telling you the truth of what's happening here in the Zone...

The introduction over the holidays of the Broken Hip frequency by our less-than-stable Area Controller, has pretty much put paid to me whining my way out of this particular hole...
Once again he's demonstrated that he has carte blanche over the choice of technological tortures he can inflict upon us, and while the GW and B.Snr share the same ongoing shoulder pain, Sue the Book and I have been crippled by the Broken Hip frequency... *belches... I suspect that the permanent damage inflicted so avidly upon my hip over the last 2 or 3 weeks, means that I'll never again take my fifty-two stairs, two at a time.. *shrugs...

LATER at 7am..

Where were you as I bleated and shrieked in outrage at this latest horror? Still shrugging me off as fully deserving of everything I get? *curious... A strange lot you are fosho, and it beats me why you would condone the identical treatment being meted out to the occupants of No.s 4 and 5, when they do nothing to provoke the Monster...
Ah, but they do? When Balliram activates their audio systems, it's highly unlikely he hears any good spoken of himself, and that's more than sufficient reason to increase the agonies he creates via their powerlines and into their homes, is it not?

When I say that thanks in the main to Allen Spence and Herr Doktor Sutcliffe, this Lout hold ours very lives in his grubby hands, I kid you not... It appears that the majority of you here in the Zone are comfortable at being OWNED by the carefully re-constructed Druglord, and that should you even wish to voice your misgivings, he will magically be a step ahead of you, and consolidate his ownership with further gifts and promises of assistance...

Did the Struggle Activist step down from her role as Chair of the newly formed Sparks Estate CPF (albeit temporarily), due to the fact that her entire campaign was based on ridding the area of drugs, and it was somehow made clear to her that following that route could in fact be detrimental to her own health? Her promise to take Sydenham Heights under the new CPF's wing hasn't materialised at all, and the situation over there remains as miserable as it ever was, pretty much confirming that the cunning change to the Wards immediately prior to the last Local Elections, and the creation of this new Sector Policing Forum were indeed intended to achieve nothing more than to weaken the lot of us...

Any so-called drug busts worthy of mention will have been given the thumbs-up from Barnabas himself, long before they were executed, and the stooges arrested will be out on bail in a flash.. (Murthi riding shotgun with the so-far incorruptable Captain Peters, is almost as ludicrous as teaming him up to work with the Druglord's own nephew).
These are matters that my erstwhile heroine will insist are not my business, and should not be raised at all here on my blog... *waves to M.... Do you ever lie awake at night and marvel at your good fortune since Barnabas saw fit to call you so soon after the shooting at Siripath Field in 2008, and declare that he was your friend?
Did you ever figure out that he'd made identical promises to those running the newly-created Sparks Estate CPF, and that he's subsequently sat back and enjoyed the results as you so obligingly went about trashing what you saw as competition to your kid's future political aspirations? Does your remarkable about-face attitude to my CPF Chairman and the subsequent close bond you've developed with him, still spur you on to think you can achieve similar results with my Vice Chair?
Who was it that put the brakes on your first attempt, and suggested you wait a while longer before you tried Barnabas' now well-worn Sales Pitch on Gandhi's great-grandson?

Just a feeling you had, or did you take a call just prior to your planned visit? A call that had you back-pedalling for the time being at least?
Hell, I valued our (with hindsight one-sided) friendship, and spent many happy hours in your company, and perhaps foolishly, I've not written you off by any means...
As it stands, there's no way I can compete with the Druglord and his delicious promises, and all I can do is cling to the fading hope that at least some of you will wake up and see where this is headed... *yawns....

There was an enormously bloated and very dead toad waiting for me when I cleaned out the hadeda pool yesterday morning, along with a little stick sturdy enough to have held him under the water... *blinks... The Silly Season has always brought out the more excessive of Balliram's goonda-like behaviour, and this year is no different... Despite the myriad beams that criss-cross our property and alert our obsessed Controller to any movement worthy of his interest, someone was allowed to access our yard to deposit this latest message for me...
Could it be the same agile wall-jumper who some months back was allowed to remove the useful little R100 braai from our verandah in the dead of night? I've no doubt the dogs would've heard him and sounded the alarm at the time, but the oldies would've foolishly assumed that it was cats setting them off, and we certainly didn't miss the braai, right up until I went to haul it out on Christmas day..*snorts... Will our Controller insist that he tried to wake us as soon as he became aware of the intruder, but that the situation was 'complicated' and he couldn't do much?
Will he deny any knowledge of this latest offering deposited in the hadeda pool? *interested... All small potatos, I'm sure you'll agree, and I still have much to be grateful for...

The six red bishop birds that frequent the bird feeder have to top the list, as they continue to afford me so much pleasure... I'd have to put their arrival after all these years down to H20's cable laying operations down at the bottom of this little valley.. While the disastrous contamination of the water led to the continued disappearance of the great colonies of toads that always bred down there, the situation has at least improved sufficiently to encourage these beautiful birds to take up residence... *curtseys to the corrupt cable-layers...

I'm grateful that Balliram withheld the next powercut due, at least over Christmas day and New Year's, for I doubt the way things stand now, that his home is affected by the engineered load-shedding..*winks... I'm grateful that our television service was for the most part, left alone to operate as it should, and that the GW at least, got the internet service that he pays for...
How'm I doing here Earl?
Am I learning at last to behave as a trapped labrat should? To be duly grateful that as I sit here now at the desk on Monday 2nd January at 8.30am, I don't have a single twinge of pain from either the BackFire or the Broken hip frequencies, however brief this respite may last?
Play my cards right, and I'll even be able to climb my stairs without pain eventually? I dunno about that one dude, as your IT Monkey really went all out to inflict permanent damage in that area, and was still hard at it two nights ago....

It's taken enormous effort for me to even sit and complete this update, and I question whether it was only Stella who lost her groove, or whether the employment of the Broken Hip frequency is the straw that's done this camel a permanent mischief, and my idiotic cheerfulness has finally left the building for good...
What do you think? *studies the Arm-Chair Shrinks.... Time for me to accept the violent programming methods employed so freely by Collin P. Balliram, and to simply STFU at last? *limps off-stage..
Peace...

---oOo---

Monday 2nd January 2012 at 9.55am...

2011-12-29T22:23:00.000-08:00

THE LOAN SHARK...
(begun Thursday 29th December at 11.35pm.)

Whether Chicken a la King had a muttered confab with either his Leader over in Randles Road yesterday, or his Leader's 20-something Lieutenant, is unknown. What IS known, is that last night's cease-fire (such as it was) is most definitely over, and that by 11pm tonight he was once again hitting my hip as hard as he could.. *nose-run...
There'd been no more than a couple of dips to the lights during the evening, and then one very visible one to my bedside lamp at 8.22pm, not long after I'd gone to bed, so clearly the mischief can be created with or without the dips to the lighting after all... *yawns...
I figure that if he wishes to behave as an Injured Party, I should give him something to feel injured about, and so I set about drawing the curtains closed, here and in my bedroom, and I checked that both the TV and the PC jacks are clear and off.. A small contribution to my Controller's irritation, but well-earned... *teeth....

I don't attempt any stealth as I trundle around making a cup of tea, going to the loo, and bumbling about in general.. Why would I bother? In this tiny house there were never any bolt-holes in which to hide, so I just enjoy keeping his wirelessed nunu devices on the hop...*grins... It's now midnight, and the pain that drove me off Cloud 9 is but a distant memory... Wait...

Friday 30th December at 5.30am...

I'd climbed back on board Cloud 9/Hell at midnight and noted the date and time on my nearby pad before reading a chapter on the Kindle.. At 12.17pm I shut up shop and saw with astonishment that the little Casio had shot up from 25.5C to 27.0C in less than twenty minutes!   You're still not convinced that Balliram spends more time in my bed than he does in his own? *falls over choking... I figure if you're one that's prone to hating, that's reason alone for Missus C to loathe my guts..
By 5.18am this morning the temperature had dropped to 22.0C, despite both curtains still being closed and the fans off... What can I say? *shrugs..

I'd written some weeks back of how our Earl's brief in the early days of his recruitment by the telecom's giants and their shadowy colleagues, would've consisted of the fellow going all out to convince the Zone Community that he was a changed man, and that the millions he'd made selling banned substances were now available to help his fellow-man.. *chokes...
His existing Network of ferrets spread across the Zone, and including several grateful Telkom techs employed up at the Overport Depot, would've had orders to report any untoward events back to the Boss..

You lost your husband in a drug-related shootout and had kids to support and didn't know where to turn? Guess who'd be one of the very first to call you and commiserate, and to offer you financial support with absolutely no strings attached at all? Guess who'd quietly phish out what the school fees were going to cost, and when you'd approached the School Head he'd said they'd already been paid by a benefactor? Your old mum had fallen ill and you had no medical aid, and yet out of the blue her doctor's bills had been taken care of... *blinks...
Sure it's all hypothetical, but how could you not end up being eternally grateful for such largesse, when you'd needed it the most?   You required some fairly big money urgently? Our Earl even has connections up in Dubai, and he can wangle you a 2-year contract that will have you paying off your home, buying a new 4x4, and sending your kids to college, all done legally, so that on your return you can carry on attending your church with your head held high... *winks...
It's not like you'd had a choice at the time, and nor could you possibly be aware that Barnabas was as involved as ever in his drug empire, and that he was set to become the Uberlord of Organised Crime across the Zone as well.... Fark, you owed the dewd bigtime, and if there was EVER anything you could do to repay him, he only need ask....

When the awful truth started filtering out, and it appeared that you'd been taken for nothing more than a handy stooge used by the Druglord to ingratiate himself into the heart of the Zone community, did you recoil in disgust from his continued offers of financial assistance? Alas, you did not..
Weddings are expensive, and if an offer of aid was made, why would you look a gift horse in the mouth?
The chap has become a bleeding heart philanthropist of the first order, and if it pleases him to help out so many of his fellow community members in their hour of need, there's no way you're going to refuse.. *beams...

If he says he has the connections needed to set your youngster on a glittering political career path, why would you doubt him? It's not like he's going to tell you of the months and months of plotting and scheming held back in the nineties, that covered the smallest details of the effort that was to be made to win you all over...
Chances are you might not have been such a pushover had you been aware of Barnabas' role in the SBV Heist.. How it had been arranged for a huge part of those missing millions to go towards buying properties across the Zone and installing trusted henchmen in those homes.. Henchmen ordered to sit and wait for Allen Spence and his merry band of pole-scramblers to arrive with the fantastical Surveillance technology...

You're going to tell me that it's no longer a secret that our Earl is the Overseer for the Project here in the Zone? That he's come out since, and admitted it openly, and it hasn't changed your admiration for the chap at all? As long as those gifts and assistance keep coming, who are you to rock the bloody boat?   You, who insist so earnestly that you can correctly assess a person's character within mere minutes of meeting them, and it would appear in most cases, find them wanting? *falls over laughing....
So - You're all too keen to believe your Benefactor when he insists that he was as horrified as the next man when someone pointed him to Karl Muller's posts and the implications of the fall-out that was set to cull the Community on a grand scale?

My next guess would be that it was the Druglord himself who arranged for that 2nd Johnny-come-lately satellite dish to be removed from the Raftery/Harris Crescent cellmast... An act of faith to show that he takes the health warnings seriously, and cares enough to have it taken down? *snorts... Who was it that reported the first devastating effects achieved by that addition? Barnabas' own nephew Heslop, installed in the refurbished home on Raftery only yards from the cellmast, that the Druglord purchased some years back?
It's a given that when the first satellite dish was affixed to that mast, dozens of community members were affected by it, but no-one connected the dots at the time, and Earl got away with it....
Alas, I'm laying odds that by the time the second dish was added, Karl Muller had appeared on mybroadband and Earl was forced to pay attention to the horrific results and howls of dismay, and had to have it hastily removed... *spits..

Eish Earl! Too many of your obedient beneficiaries had taken the trouble of logging on to mybroadband and reading what the Rocket Scientist had to say on the reckless use of microwaves and wireless, for you to simply sweep that one under the carpet... *nods...
At this point may I remind you that despite the lip-service you lot outwardly pay to your Mentor, he continues to order his IT Monkey Balliram to invade YOUR home and privacy randomly, on the off-chance that he'll pick up a conversation that reveals you have your doubts after all...
If this were to happen, odds are that you'd get a call out of the blue from the Man himself, made on one pretext or another, and if by the end of that call he felt he'd lost your full and grovelling support, you can count on being the recipient of some fairly hectic 'extras' via your powerlines... *winks...

It's as simple as that, hey Earl? They're all OWNED fair and square, and the examples you've made of me and my friends continue to keep many who might otherwise jib at the thought of such enslavement, firmly in their place with their lips tightly buttoned.... The sight of my large frame reduced to a crippled shuffle goes a fair way to reminding possible dissenters who exactly rules the Zone, does it not?
Have I left anything out young man? Or have I painted a true picture of your own recruitment and the role you play in this ghastly, yet internationally acclaimed technological experiment?
That you remain to this day a low-life drug-dealing criminal who has stealthily broadened his business interests to include the theft of stolen information and extreme physical violence, to his portfolio, in order to please both yourself and the telecom's giants you regard as your only superiors? *projectile vomit...

It'll be a cold day in hell before Karl Muller ever gets a straight answer from those involved in this grandiose scheme, as the identical modus operandi will have been followed in each of the Provinces.. The network of those participating has spread so far and wide that he will never know for certain who is friend and who is foe, will he hal? *winks...
Peace julle...

---oOo---

Friday 30th December 2011 at 8.39am.

2011-12-29T03:59:00.001-08:00

ENSLAVEMENT...
(begun Thursday 29th December at 4.45am...)

You'll have to pardon my fascination with your personal life, but I feel I must ask.. What are you doing right at this minute, Earl? Sleeping like a babe, under one of those larnie nets? Not that you believe your latest product can kill you, but because it's always been better to be safe than sorry? Sure it has... *shrugs..

Any of your slaves dared to raise questions on the health issues surrounding your latest endeavour? Oops, I mean 'friends'... *chokes....
Okay, let me rephrase that... Any of the 'friends' who owe you so much, dared to query the safety of the advanced technology that you've persuaded them is the only answer to curing this country's ills? *intrigued...
Who is it that feeds you the right answers you need, to make their sudden doubts disappear? As useful and talented as Jannie van Zyl is, he can't be everywhere, so who's your contact here in town? Albert Breed? (Man, I so want to add a t at the end of Breed). Hell, it's anyone's guess, but I would've said that at this stage you'd decline to deal with common underlings....
It was running like a dream till the pesky Rocket Scientist showed up unexpectedly to toss a spanner in the works, hey Earl?
Though I'd have to bet that van Zyl said Muller was nothing they couldn't take care of...

That's not the point though, is it? The point is that you yourself have been shafted by the very people that recruited you over a decade ago... The guys that sold you on the idea of enslavement of the masses via technology, as opposed to your regular and highly lucrative banned-substance trade... The Bastards treated you like some half-wit underworld thug, and completely omitted to mention the dire effects all this scientific magic could have on the Community that you've sold down river....

Operating as they do on a strictly need-to-know basis, why would they bother giving a Druglord details on the physical fall-out that would ensue down the line? Besides, your original line of business wasn't that much different after all..*winks...
How's your poor Missus doing these days? Any major side-effects from your involvement with the Project, or she still clings stoically to her ThickSkin status? It's not like you'd really give a shit either way, and that's for sure... She's put up with a great deal more than the average crap a wife has to bear, and like Missus C, she's provided you with a bloody useful Cloak of Respectibility over the years, especially once your major make-over kicked off..

It's my guess she'd vainly hoped that some of the feigned philanthropy and altruism would rub off on you, and change you for the better.. Women still have their crazy fantasies, do they not? *chokes...
If I were to find somehow that Missus Barnabas herself had had to have her knees replaced since 2004, or that she was a recent member of the Diabetics Club, or even that she suffered from some painful form of arthritis, I'd have to vomit all over your fancy imported footwear.. You get my drift, Mistuh Bountiful?
You could roar to the heavens that you'd been kept in the dark yourself, and it wouldn't make you any less culpable... Once you realised the full physical damage this surveillance technology was capable of achieving, you simply set about using it to your own advantage, did you not? No flies on you, hey Earl....

Last night, for the first time in well over a week, your Dancing IT Monkey judiciously withheld the exquisite delights of the Broken Hip frequency, and our lighting system held rock solid.. That's not to say he was idle by any means, and I can report that this morning I'm trembling and nauseous to a degree... Yay Balliram! I can only guess that there are more subtle, and yet just as damaging surprises to be found in the Pandora's box of frequency delights delivered by young Mr. Isaacs, and that I'm to become fairly well acquainted with them from now on? *totters off-stage..

LATER at 11am

You checked out the clouds up there today? Great mountainous cities in the sky, heading north at a smart clip...?
The Sad Creature just noticed that I've sat down here at the desk to chat to you, and he cockily chirrups his remote in greeting.. It would appear that his short-term memory is as fried as mine, for he already graced me with a noisy chirrup when I arrived home from the shops at 10am... You simply can't have too much of a good thing, now can you, Sir Obsessed? *chokes....

Millie the Gross was sounding the alarm even as I reversed out of the garage at 8.30am, and what had seemed no more than a mild lameness here in the house, magnified tenfold as I drove up to Westville... Inside the Village Market there appeared to be an unpleasant version of the BackFire frequency combined with the Broken Hip Special running, which reduced me to a shambling wreck in minutes....*applause...
It's always possible (but unlikely), that I merely over-estimated my recovery after being given the night off from the more obvious of our Controller's excesses, and the Voltaren remains as I said, useless...
OTOH, that little Mall on Hofmyer was the first to be wired to the max, and I'd guess it's a doddle to pump out whichever frequency takes It's fancy....
(Don't give me that simpering modesty there, Creep.. It becomes you even less than all your other efforts to deny my accusations.. *snorts..)

It's nice to see that both Owen Johnson and the residents up at Ballito can sleep easy after reading 'R385m European loan to boost Umgeni Water' on Page 5 of today's Mercury www.themercury.co.za. Though of course this generous assistance comes rather too late to bail out many of the small business owners up the North Coast who lost a fortune due to the recent savage water cuts... *winks...

What on earth could've prompted the EIB to invest such a large sum in what appears to be a country heading for the skids at the rate of knots, due to crime and corruption?
What do they know that your average Joe Soap here on the streets is unaware of? Any ideas Mr. van Zyl? *heavy nudge and wink....
Could it be more surreptitious international support for the ambitious experiment being installed countrywide here in South Africa? After all, the enormous water losses directly attributable to the Project so far, could cripple the country even before the technology is fully functional, and that would never do...
I figure the ghouls at the EIB who decided on contributing so generously may go line themselves up alongside all the other rubber-necking governments who watch the Project's progress with bated breath....

LATER at 1.15pm

Caution has left the building, and quite possibly the Sadist with it... The BackFire frequency is now cranked to the max, and whether he's home or alway, it has me on fire... *shrugs painfully...

Anyone care to say why my Vice Chair has been so drastically upgraded this past week or more? That he is at last being treated to the full horrific potential of the worst of the frequencies?
I suspect our Laz would be able to fill us in on why my VC is being so violently attacked via his powerlines.. Could it be his support of the unjustly treated Mr. Maharaj of Clare Estate that has earned him the increased attentions of your friend Balliram, Captain Crumb? Good enough reason to pump the Burning Feet frequency into his home repeatedly, until the desired result is achieved, and the kind man is suffering agony? A question if you please...
Will my VC come to realise the error of his ways, or is this 'punishment' designed merely to titillate you and your equally vile colleagues? *spews..
Peace..

---oOo---

Thursday 29th December 2011 at 2.25pm.

2011-12-28T05:56:00.000-08:00

BOTTLE...
(begun Tuesday 27th December at 10.07pm.. 28.0C)

For some reason I feel it's important, though I've no idea why...
I'd managed one step at a time, to drag myself up to the top to see the GW off to the shops.. There was a black bakkie tucked up flush to Balliram's gates, which were open.. I went into the garage and looked down into their courtyard to see the grey-haired Elim Pool guy shifting from foot to foot, and clearly waiting out of sight for the GW to leave, so that he could exit unseen...

A pleasant enough fellow, behaving in a most shifty manner.. *puzzled... He's no net pusher that's for sure, and I figure he's a Jack of all Trades, right Balliram? The odd adjustment to your electricals are well within his skills to achieve? Why did he appear embarrassed as he lurked down there? Is he fully aware of the additional mischief unleashed on our homes, and the increased pain we now endure as a result?

Back in March, when Balliram had achieved those stunning results on my wrist and hand, you'll recall the strange *whump!* sound and the flash of light that appeared as if something was shorting on the outside of der Bunker.. A phenomenon that had activated eratically for at least a week or more at odd times, prior to the massive infection in my wrist... Whether related or not, the current agonies both Sue the Book and I are enduring overnight with our hip joints, are accompanied now by constant dips to our power system.. Small but quite visible...
May I take a long shot and ask the pleasant man from Elim Pools whether there is a connection between these dips and our pain, just as there appeared to be, between the infection in my wrist and the strange 'fault' on der Bunker earlier this year?

Would I be stretching poetic licence too far to consider that the gentleman is well aware of the reason behind these engineered dips to our home, and the truly devastating physcial effects they're having on me, and that he's possibly slightly nauseated by his involvement in such criminal behaviour? All this speculation on my part, based on a brief glance from my garage window this afternoon, is par for the course, is it not? *grins...

As I recall, the ongoing *whump!* and flashes of light in March had eventually culminated in a sudden powercut of just our two homes at No. 6 and 8, and a team of droogs had arrived HERE to climb Balliram's streetlight pole and pretend to find a fault.. The power had been restored, but the shorting phenomenon had continued for a few days after that, before vanishing never to return...
I took enormous damage to my wrist and thumb joint over that period of time, as was proven by the subsequent scan.
Just how high does Allen Spence jump for Earl Michael Barnabas? Will he insist that his rank of Superintendent of Electricity doesn't cover Harris Crescent? Would he stick his nose in and investigate the cause of these latest myriad dips to our system, before I'm permanently crippled, or will he again shrug me off as a clown he no longer finds amusing? *interested..

LATER at 11.25pm

Some sort of device that causes the wireless signal that floods our home to become an almost pulsed emission thereby causing the lights to dip so frequently? For one whose sadistic appetite has become insatiable, I figure the results of this latest effort are satisfyingly delicious, as my misery is obvious, and so I've no doubt, is Sue the Book's... *shrugs..

LATER at 1pm

We'd gone up top to see the kids head back off up to the Midlands, at about 11.30am.. A Telkom bakkie was parked outside No. 6. Always interesting, as Missus C has long insisted they don't have an active landline, and why on earth would she lie to me on that score? *winks...
His car was on the driveway, and at 12.45pm their house alarm was run twice, briefly.. More adjustments?
The desk lamp here in the lounge didn't flicker once, since I began paying it attention at 5am this morning...
Should the power start to dip again later this afternoon, you can bet your bottom dollar my hip will, as it's done for the past week, begin to grow worse, until by bedtime I head not for Cloud 9, but for Hell... *shrugs..

I've tried spending the night both here in the lounge and in my son's room, but there's been no escape from the grinding pain at all, has there Balliram? Over roughly the same period of time that my VC over in Abrey has been complaining of mysteriously swollen ankles and painful feet, and it's a given that the same, or a remarkably similar frequency is being pumped into his home, in order to further amuse the Sick Bastard who's operating the powerlines...

The second and newest remote appears to have been abandoned for the moment, and I guess once I'd blogged it's strange *woop!* sound, it was considered too much of a give-away, what with the startling and immediate effect it had on me.. *coughs... My family have bullied me into resuming the useless Voltaren again, and I'm complying whether I like it or not..
Will our lights miraculously recover their stability before a repeat of my infected wrist occurs, but this time to my hip? You're absolutely sure of that, Al old son?
This mischief that you all continue to regard as a Game, has since been proven to cause irrepairable damage, and yet you continue to allow this Sadist to go unchecked.. What a hero!
Ooops! It's Varun Sharma on the box! Let me go enjoy the show before the screen blacks out again..Pfft... Happy holidays...
Peace..

---oOo---

Wednesday 28th December 2011 at 4.06pm.

2011-12-28T05:08:00.001-08:00

SLEEP DEPRIVATION...?
(Friday 23rd December at 11.34am)

*This one was to have been scrapped as old news, but I changed my tiny mind.....*

All the mischief he could possibly create hit the fan shortly after I'd updated my blog earlier, and I was treated to at least three screen freezes, just when trying to access the timeslive site. I figured it wouldn't hurt to run a quick Critical Areas Scan, and over three quarters of an hour later Kaspersky has been trying for at least fifteen minutes to complete the one minute it insists remains... *winks...
Balliram has always made full use of our Norton Program to cause ongoing mischief on the PC and had no problem at all in harnessing Kaspersky once the GW had made the change...*eyeroll...
Though he'll never run short of internet retards to hack and crack, you have to understand there appears to be an air of desperation that fuels his behaviour at the moment..

Hell, for years he was regarded as a big fish in a little pond, but right now his entire reputation is in question, and chances are that the only support he's getting is from the Telkom's Strategist and Earl Michael Barnabas the Druglord, both of whom seem unconcerned that their IT Monkey has been revealed to be a sadistic SOB of the first order...
And were you to try suggesting that we remove Kaspersky and reinstall it, may I say it's apparent you've not grasped the extent of the Creep's Ownership, or you're simply a dumb-ass like myself... *grins...
(The one remaining minute has now stretched to 12noon and we ain't going anywhere soon, are we Balliram? It's no longer worth the effort of getting the GW to accept how thoroughly we've been compromised, so I'm learning to sit back and be amused rather than outraged by our Area Controller's blatant corruption of our computer...

Ahhh - and there's the little wirelessed nunu/booster just outside the lounge window suddenly activated to my delight.... My audible response to that, had it silenced in the blink of an eye, and as swiftly did he finally allow the Critical Areas Scan to complete.. *roffels..
As much as I struggle to catch up to the wonders of the New Age, and fear I'll stay a technophobe and Idiot forever, does Balliram foolishly continue to believe that he's the be-all and end-all of the Cracker Fraternity here in SA... I don't think so dude.... *chokes...
As murderously destructive as you are, with the technology handed to you on a plate, the banner you wear is becoming more well-known by the day.. A cowardly and vicious Wanker? I'd have to say that any Cracker/Hacker worth their salt would be wise to shun you, for fear of contamination... *yawns..

Saturday 24th December at 4.30am

Like I said. No surprises to find the Broken Hip frequency was increased during the day until by evening I was once again reduced to a shuffling cripple.. The Saddo didn't hold back, and tossed plenty of jaw and earache in for good measure as well.. *belches... It was probably some time after 2am that I surfaced enough to realise that both my hips were in trouble, and that as usual our Area Controller was taking advantage of his Missus sleeping, to escalate the payback routine...
Your reaction to all of this?

If I know for a fact that mentioning Tamara Balliram/nee Moodliar, on these pages inevitably leads to an increase in the physical attacks on my person, why TF do I do it? You reckon that by now even the slowest of labrats would've learned to avoid making mention of the Merc. Pinetown Financial Manager? *rictus grin...
You would have me leave out such a heavily invested Player simply because Balliram has been encouraged to believe that mentioning her name here allows him the freedom to increase the physical attacks? Since when did the Sadist need an excuse FFS? *chokes...

She'd avoided me like the veritable plague at last week's Meeting, and I confess to wondering which Dealership she'd used to acquire her replacement vehicle...
Who was it that had offered her the best deal? Dominic or Tamara? *teeth... To be hijacked in your driveway is a traumatic experience for anyone, let alone a woman on her own. To replace the stolen vehicle with something as ostentatious as a white Mercedes, smacks of a brain-fart in the extreme....
Or is the entire situation rather more complicated than it appears on the surface? *winks...

My VC mentioned yesterday that he'd been having increased problems with his feet, and that his ankles had swollen to the extent that he'd paid a visit to the doctor. Needless to say his GP had been baffled by the cause.. Different people naturally react differently to Balliram's attentions via their powerlines, and I'd say that swollen ankles fits neatly under the Burning Feet frequency, wouldn't you?
Were I to call Sue the Book, who was suffering such agonies with both her hips a week ago, what are the odds that she's been experiencing the feeling of ants running around her ankle joints lately? (Her description of what was happening to HER thumb-joint at the identical time I acquired a massive infection in the same area, last March). Are you awed and impressed by this ongoing display of cruelty? As long as Balliram continues to be allowed the freedom to rule the airwaves, it certainly appears that you condone this extreme behaviour...
Do you honestly think he restricts these attacks to the few poeople that I'm aware of? How many others are suffering the agonies of the damned, that you'll never hear about? *vomits..

LATER at 12noon

As crippled as my Controller has seen fit to have me today, I yet managed to tidy up the viggie patch and bag the cuttings...*beams. The GW has gone off to the shops, where I've no doubt he'll work himself into a froth over everyone else's poor driving skills and thoughtlessness... What is it with generally mild-mannered people who become Mr. Hyde behind the wheel of a car? *eyeroll..

I guess my Controller is tucked comfortably into der Bunker, alternating between ensuring that I'm miserable, and listening to private conversations across the Zone... It's a busy time for these criminals, and you can lay odds that Nayager already has a list of those homes that will be empty tomorrow and just crying out for a visit by some of his low-life contacts... Information he would have gleaned from BigEar's eavesdropping sessions in the weeks leading up to the holidays...

Our Sky News channel was blacked out a total of four times yesterday morning, and then again on the Movie Magic Channel after 6pm.. This morning Balliram resumed the nonsense, and this time a message EO6 appeared, to say that our SmartCard was either inserted incorrectly or was Faulty.. Pretty conclusive evidence that the arsehole next door has little to keep him occupied other than his usual malicious vindictiveness... Shame...*yawns...
My kid is due to arrive with the Aviator for a few day's visit, and it's hoped you appreciate the ensuing whine-free air accordingly, and make the most of the holidays while you can.. Stay safe, and peace...

---oOo---

Eventually published on Wednesday 28th December 2011 at 3.32pm

2011-12-22T23:29:00.001-08:00

NOTHING TO HIDE...?
(begun Friday 23rd December at 4am...)

*This morning's little demonstration of cleverness involves the GW's preferred News Channel i.e. Sky ... In the hour or two we've had it running, it's blacked out four times so far, with no warning whatsover. The other channels are operating perfectly. A variation on what's become a tired theme, to say the least...*

Turns out that Albie Breed's appearance in the Gazette wasn't a one-off news item at all, but part of a neat little campaign to show you that vodacom have absolutely nothing to hide, and are as honest as the day is long, as I'd found the same article in at least three of the other local rags yesterday.. *chokes..
It's only a leeetle base-station after all, and could hardly pose a risk to all the parents and their kids who opt to spend the day at uShaka's Water World Fun Park, right next to the Phantom Ship and it's funnel loaded with technology... What was it that Tracey-Lee had said about water and microwaves? I can't remember, but I doubt it was anything cheerful..

LATER at 4.35am..

When I'd come through here just over five minutes earlier, I could still hear the thick, far-off sound of a wireless song, when it suddenly stopped altogether at 4.30am on the nose.. Switch off time?
A deliciously cool breeze is blowing outside, though it's yet to make much difference to the baking temperatures here indoors.. I'd called the GW to come check out the Casio on Wednesday night at 8.18pm, where in my corner of the bedroom it insisted it was 31.5C! Funny enough, I'm inclined to believe I ain't seen nothin yet, hey Balliram? *winks...

Last night was yet another spent enduring the spiteful attentions of the Sicko on Cloud 9, though at 4.12am I'd suddenly realised that the damaging Broken Hip frequency had been dumbed right down at last, and that I could turn over without feeling the urge to scream...
Hell, the main damage to that area was achieved overnight two (or was it three) weeks back, and now it's a simple matter for the Sadist to continue flooding our home with that beauty, to constantly remind me that honesty is not necessarily always the best policy... *grins..

Who paid for the solar-powered geyser to be installed next door at No. 6? A heavily-subsidized gift from the Druglord himself? Much as I believe that those different makes of sleek black cars that appeared in the quadrangle at Sydenham SAPS were designed to smooth several officer's ruffled feathers, would I question whether Balliram's latest acquisition helped to mollify an increasingly irritated Missus C...
Then there's the matter of the additional remote. Totally unlike the familiar chirrup I've gotten so used to over the years, this one emits just one or two shifty sounding 'woops' that appear to have a startling and immediate effect upon my person...
Has Balliram explained to his little wife the real purpose behind this new device? As programmed as she is to automatically shriek liar, liar, each time I open my mouth, I guess she'd have to concede there's absolutely no reason for me to prevaricate in any way.. So - what line has Balliram fed her regarding the new remote, and what reason has he given for the startling and immediate affect it has on me? Could that new device be labelled Exhibit A in my quest to prove that Tamara's husband lies to her as casually and regularly as he does to the rest of you?
The sad possibility that Missus C has long been aware of this shifty habit and has chosen to overlook it, has to be considered... That the stakes in this wicked game are now such that she can no longer afford to be sensitive...

The engineered runoff achieved in the Jan Smuts by-road the night before last, would've been nothing like as spectacular as the one that must have occurred in Locksley Drive opposite the Highway Hospice on Tuesday night.. Check HERE at how the sand has been forced down the road almost to the 45th Cutting intersection, to see the size of that enormous pressure burst...
The GW remarked that he'd seen a trickle of water running into Locksley on I guess the Tuesday afternoon, but that it hadn't appeared worth reporting... Ooops? I figure that it would've been most likely in the early hours of Wednesday morning when that pipe finally blew, and what a sight it must have been....
Something like THIS jet of water fountaining into the air over by Carol's empty home, not that long ago?

Neil McCleod would still have the ratepayers believe that water is a scarce and precious commodity, when he is solidly behind the practise of runoffs... That across the Province you can guarantee there are still hydrants being uncapped to release huge volumes of water in order to facilitate the cabling now running through the water lines.. Though the authorities continue to insist that these disasters are generally due to some sort of vandalism or theft... *vomits... How many of you have pointed out how simple it would be to create a register of all the Scrap Metal merchants in the area, and to see to it that they are policed on a regular basis?
If copper and cable theft is costing industry and Munis the millions they claim, why has this not been done?

The answer is simple, my dear Watson.. For the zillionth time I shall remind you that the powercuts are necessary to recoup the losses incurred by the huge volumes of increased power required by the energy-saving, wireless friendly CFL lights, to infest your homes and businesses, and to in some cases, allow 'adjustments' to be made to circuits without fear of frying the wekkers....
The regular water runoffs are geared to reduce the inevitable pressure build-up caused by the fibre being stuffed through the water lines... Whether the pipe in the bank opposite the Hospice on Locksley was deliberately 'nudged' into exploding, or whether it was a genuine oversight, we'll never know... But you can rest assured that McCleod didn't lose any sleep over that appalling wastage, and nor will he over the next one...

LATER at 5.45am

The very real possibility that Balliram would stick to his pattern of increasing the assaults on me while I was out with the GW in the Polo, didn't materialise at all.. Though I'm certain the Cracker joined us in the car, there'd been an almost eerie lack of discomfort experienced during the entire trip out yesterday... *blinks..
We'd been stuck in heavy traffic near the Sanlam Centre in Pinetown, when I'd finally remarked on the situation to the GW and had said that apart from a few random sparkles of BackFire pain here and there, the regular hugely increased levels of discomfort endured in Pinetown, simply weren't there...*startled...

Whether imagined or not, within minutes of my remark, my feet suddenly grew uncomfortable, before the sensation faded and disappeared....
May I say at this point that Jannie van Zyl's continued hoots of feigned disbelief come way too late to hide the encouragement he's given his Protege all along..*sick.. That my struggles to describe exactly what is being done to us, are simply too consistent to be regarded as anything other than the truth...
The GW had dropped me back home before 1.30pm and I'd remarked that unusually, our Controller's Beemer was still on his driveway...

I'd been unpacking my shopping bags when Penny came into the kitchen and said that her feet were hurting. WTF? I'd tried to get more details but it was futile as she couldn't explain more than to say they were hurting.. *looks at the Sadist...
Like I said, you Chop... I've spent many hours over the last few weeks enduring the bubbling feeling in my feet and ankles and the dull unpleasant burn/ache that goes with it.... Were your regular activities in the Polo curtailed for some reason yesterday, and instead you amused yourself trying out the Burning Feet frequency on Miss Ndenga? Why didn't you nip over to the Wireless Station on Ridge as usual, once the GW had collected me at 10.30am?
Was it deemed expedient to keep a low profile for once, or was the office closed for festivities? You certainly weren't employing the forest of aerials and masts that saturate the Pinetown CBD to increase my misery, as you usually do on a Thursday.. The reason? You had to baby-sit? Twaddle!!

Eh, you Foul Creature, pull the other one.. Yesterday's uncharacteristic behaviour was nothing more than a strategic attempt to reduce the spotlight on your disgusting behaviour, and predictably you couldn't resist taking out your frustrations on my unfortunate domestic.. *spews... Your eye-rolling innocence has long passed it's sell-by date or usefulness, and hopefully is wasted on anyone wading through these pages...
If I were of the nervous disposition, I'd be trembling in my shoes at the support you continue to receive from the corrupt PTB, when in fact you deserve a life sentence behind bars...

I'm not, and it goes without saying that Balliram's murderous behaviour sets the tone for the entire Surveillance Project, and you'd do well to accept this....
The tenant that died in mysterious circumstances up at No. 12 Garbutt Road? The autopsy apparently showed that the eventual cause of death had been pneumonia, though her Landord insisted she'd not appeared in any way under the weather before she'd been laid low. The fact that the power to several of the properties adjacent and including No. 12 was turned off for nearly 6 days shortly after the woman's demise, leads me to believe that a surreptitious investigation was being carried out to find the reason for her death at such a young age..(45).
An official had finally told the irate Owner at No. 12 that a resident in Harris Crescent had for some reason concreted over a cable, and that that had been the cause of the lengthy power failure. The unfortunate latest victim of this wondrous technological marvel that is the Project, will be written off as just another statistic, and forgotten about until the next cover-up...

LATER at 7.35am

I'd climbed gingerly back on Cloud 9 at 6.40am, and closed my red-rimmed eyes briefly... While sleep had eluded me, astonishingly I could lie in any position I pleased, and only a heavy numbness at the top of my leg reminded me of the damage achieved by Balliram so far...
I've actually just performed a croaky but passable rendition of Cheek to Cheek for the GW's benefit, hip-sway included.. *grins...
The Pig has chosen to run the Broken Wrists and Hands frequency to enhance our idle chatter at the moment, and will no doubt crank up the Broken Hip frequency later..
As the focal point of so much of this Dark Magic, you'll forgive me when I say it's rapidly losing it's appeal..
Peace..

---oOo---

Friday 23rd December 2011 at 10.18am

2011-12-22T05:13:00.001-08:00

MAN THE TRENCHES...
(begun Wednesday 21st December at 9am..)

I'd dropped Flo off at the Tollgate bus stop, and turned into Vause as usual, to head home via Sparks Road. I hadn't gone far when I came across those staunch Muni Contractors, Howard's Electrical, diligently trimming the branches off of trees for LOS.
I'd pulled up on my verge a short while later and another Howard's truck went by up the Crescent. The same guys? The sight of them in the area had me wondering who exactly was to be without power today, and for how long, as the load-shed quota has to be met...

Another of Allen Spence's brilliant ideas? Haul all the old Muni Sparkys out of retirement, and create them each their own little front company and you have their undying loyalty and a means of muddying the waters to the extent that Joe Soap can't tell your cable-thieves from your official repairmen... *applauds enthusiastically... Oh, don't mind me Al, I'm just a dumb-ass.....

Thursday 22nd December at 1.57am

The tap of a key to push the level of Broken Hip frequency up just enough to keep the old cow from her sleep? Subtlety's the trick here, and unaccustomed as Balliram is to it, for once he's forced to take advice and use it.. Not for a moment did I think I'd get away scott-free with my shrieks directed at the Merc. Pinetown Financial Manager. Though I have to wonder at how she'd react were she to hear of the increased levels of pain being carefully pumped into our home.. Would she roll her eyes and say I'm talking rubbish, or would she shrug and say I ask for it? Either way, not a pretty picture of one so gifted with grey matter.... *shrugs..

The GW got home last night to say there was a river running down the little by-road on Jan Smuts, from the sub-station just above Carol's now abandoned home, and down to the Harris Crescent stop street. Are these engineered runoffs designed to replace the floods that regularly poured down the Crescent itself? Have the lines been diverted so that this incredible but vital wastage will hopefully not come to my attention? *teeth..
The GW dutifully called in a Fault, but it's guaranteed that water will continue to run for a specific number of hours before it's turned off.. You're still okay with this? *looks at the good Fireman...
In spite of discovering the enormous risks to your family's health down there in Sparks Road? Risks that were never mentioned up until Karl Muller began spilling the beans? Are you still so enraptured by Barnabas' Sales Pitch to the extent that you can condone this appalling corruption?
Any ideas why the second satellite dish attached to the cellmast between Raftery and Harris Crescents was subsequently removed? *interested... Did tales of severe reactions begin to filter back until it was deemed wiser to get rid of it? If you missed where I'd remarked weeks ago on it's disappearance, you might like to make some enquiries, if you dare?

Though my source let me down on the matter of the unfortunate Mr. Maharaj being incarcerated in the Sydenham SAPS holding cells for three hours, and he'd insisted that Mr. M was an Asherville resident, I now see that according to the latest Weekly Gazette www.tabloidmedia.co.za Issue 608 December 21st, that he was from Clare Estate all along. I guess these mistakes can happen...*shrugs..
I already told you that on the couple of rare visits we've made down to Sutcliffe's upgraded beach front area, how the wireless monitoring saturating the place had made several areas extremely unpleasant for me, and for Millie the Gross in particular..

The reason for this finally became apparent on Page 6 of the Weekly Gazette "Vodacom spends R6bn to improve cellphone network".*shudders... Bursting with obvious pride, Albert Breed tells how they've built a base-station inside the funnel of the Phantom ship at uShaka, and how they are using radio transmitters on light poles along the beachfront.. *vomits freely...Would a snap survey on the health of shop-keepers and their staff at uShaka reveal that Mr. Breeds pride is misplaced, and that placing a base station inside that shopping centre deserves jail time, rather than accolades?

I'd blogged of how ill I'd felt at the time, and how badly I'd been affected each time I passed by one of THESE odd-looking lightpoles, and I guess it shows I now function almost as well as one of Prof. Elf's measuring devices.... If pressed, I've no doubt Mr. Breed will insist that my extreme discomfort would've been due to Balliram's regular Thursday tracking exercise, and that the system was running on high as the Ridge Road Wireless Station monitors followed our meandering path using the GW's cellphone to keep us in sight..
That's about right, hey Albert?
You'd have us all believe that the EMR and wireless frequency levels are only cranked up like that if there's an exercise underway? *chokes...
Care to try selling that bullshit to the unfortunate shop managers and their employees, who are forced to spend hours each day within mere feet of your little base station, and your gung-ho operative's activities? *spews...

Sure, it's a bonus to have my claims verified at last, but surely there are International guidelines and laws FFS, that make it a criminal offence to run a base station in a public-frequented and densely populated area? Hell, what am I saying... It was only a few months back that MTN announced their intentions to erect a mast and base station within spitting distance of two schools over at Westridge, and by now I figure that's a fait accompli... *gags..
Have I met Mr. Breed before? Does he not look remarkably similar to the portrait I took of THIS gentleman sitting in his Telkom bakkie outside a business in Brickfield Road, some years ago? A charming fellow who didn't appear to mind in the least when the old Crone approached him for a snap... *grins.
That was back in the early days when I was still struggling to make sense of it all, and the only thing I was certain of, was Telkom's involvement in the corruption taking place.... If indeed it was Albert Breed, he's certainly gone up in the world since I met him...
Managing Executive of Operations KZN is almost as larnie a title as Allen Spence's Superintendent of Electricity for Durban, and those two are probably on more than just nodding terms..

Right, it's now 3.15am, and I'm going to have a shot at resting my burning eyes for a bit, before it's time to rise and shine for the day.. The Casio reads 29.5C in my little corner of the bedroom, and judging by the sound of the grinding wirelessed nunu nearby, the Creep is as usual fully focused on the Object of his obsession... *chortles.. Cheers...

Back just ten minutes later and typically, Balliram doesn't know when to call it a day... Is he looking forward more than usual to joining us on today's excursion in the GW's wired Polo? Am I destined to acquire a ferocious infection in my hip joint to equal or better the attack on my wrist made back in March? An infection that will appear like magic during the hours spent in the GW's vehicle? *fascinated...
Should this occur, it would make it the third time my GP has been stumped by my symptoms, just as he was baffled by the deep ache in the GW's calf, last week...

Did Mr. Yamamoto and Mr. Petrov give any thought to my suggestion that they fund the building of a medical institution dedicated to radiation-related illnesses here in SA, or are they still choking at my cheek? It's unlikely the idea would be taken seriously, as they have an entire country of expendible guinea-pigs to study, and none among them to speak out against this horror-show run by the telecom's giants..
Besides, testing on humans will have been running steadily since the eighties, and there will be little if anything that is not already thoroughly documented.. *waves to the RF Specialist...

Anyone on the Educator's own Team that whispers to him repeatedly that I am an over-imaginitive Flake who sucks her lurid tales from her own thumb? That's something he's going to have to decide for himself as he battles to keep one step ahead of these uber-powerful criminals...
Alas, I lost the Mast Fighter somewhere along the way, though hopefully she and her family are surviving the attempts to silence her, as she continues to fight the advancing army of masts....
I stepped out onto the cool verandah at 4am only to be assailed by a wave of Wireless Song coming from the Recreation Centre at the Convent. Will they be forced to empty out that swimming pool regularly, or will it be decided that such cosmetic cover-ups are too costly, and not worth the effort? It's quite remarkable how the pain and discomfort in my hip joint disappear when I leave Cloud 9. .. On second thoughts, it isn't surprising at all, is it Balliram? *winks..
Man the trenches dudes! It's time to pick which Team you bat for, and stick to it.. Have you the cojones to do the right thing?

Peace...

---oOo---

Thursday 22nd December 2011 at 3.56pm.

2011-12-21T01:11:00.000-08:00

A CUT ABOVE THE REST.....
(begun Tuesday 20th December at 8.45pm..)

*The iBurst icon hasn't bothered to load on the bottom task bar even... hell, why bother? Thump! goes the Controller in behind the telly, as I sit down and type today's heading into blogger.com... What's new? Very little dudes, very little....*

This afternoon and evening it's been my ankles and feet that the Sadist has been paying some serious attention to... While it's a welcome respite from the preferred BackFire and Broken Hip, it's fairly nasty in it's own right, hey Rezah? A constant bubbling feeling under the skin, and it's hard to decide whether my feet are burning hot or cold, with a telltale ache in the ankle-joints....
I was that irritated by it earlier that I got on the Orbitrek and pedalled to the count of 100, just to see if I could.. No problemo, you Wanker....
While these goonda Oafs snicker behind their grubby hands with glee, they're steadily cooking off cartilage that I don't see being replaced any time soon.. You can take a supplement? Pills? Sure you can, at like R400 a pop.. *shrugs... I'd say that was a human rights violation to the point of assault and battery, but who gives a continental....

I guess the Balliram's of Pietermaritzburg are going to go down in history for their connection to the Scourge of the Elderly, a heroic, nudging-middle-age fellow who requires the entire might of the Wireless/Fibre over Powerlines technology to keep a bunch of yapping bitches brutally in their place... *eyeroll.. In years to come, when Collin P. Balliram's kids google their dad's name, will he have remembered to lock my blog for fear they read the truth?
Leave your wife and kids out of it, or else?! Or else what, Creep? What?? Your Better Half is deeply involved, even if it's just to continue creating alibis and to lie for you... Have you left MY family alone? Not a bleeding chance, and your filthy connections stretch from Lichfield to London, and back to the Midlands in SA....
A crude bunch of thugs who consider their skills in IT put them a cut above the rest.... *nauseated...

The sturdy little Casio next to my bed reads an astonishing 28.5C, though when I'd gone out onto the verandah an hour ago, it was blissfully cool... Planning a cook-out, Balliram? Or should I say cook-in? Trying to see just how high you can push the temperature here in the corner by my bed, directly under the DSTV dish? Neato..... Are you familiar with the term Mexican Stand-off? Great..
For as the unwashed masses are my witness, I intend to continue petitioning Tamara here on my blog until she comes to her senses....
In return for which I have no doubt whatsoever that I will be dealt with violently, by every means at your disposal... A not inconsiderable arsenal, I'm sure you'd agree Mistuh Spence? Oh, and by the by, if I'd ever thought for one moment that our Allen would grant me one or two concessions, that stupid idea was blown right out of the water by young Kennedy of Howard's Electrical, and his parroted lies delivered to the GameWrecker... *spews..

LATER at 9.26pm

Check out the kettle HERE... The GW had called out long before dark to say that the tap water was running a solid white.. And so it still is... If I were to ask B.Snr would he say they had a similar problem? I wouldn't count on it.. They've been working on the waterlines? Care to say where? Bullshit. I've told you repeatedly of how the new set-up allows easy access to individual waterlines, and if a psychotic Pig cared to arrange for a little additional something to be introduced to our line, it's now relatively easy to achieve.. *shrugs..

The GW told me that last week he was twice treated to a blackout of the TV screen, though in his case each time a message had floated across, and he'd had to restart the set... Today was my turn, and Balliram didn't bother with any niceties whatsoever, but just slammed it off while I was watching...
So much for the upgraded SmartCard supposedly alleviating that 'problem'..
Did I not say a couple of weeks back that the sudden renewal of snowing at start-up was a sure-fire indication that the Cracker had re-infested our decoder? Multi-Choice messing about? The only messing about Multi-Choice did, was when they signed on with Telkom to play such a big role in the Surveillance Operation, thereby giving the nod to Area Controllers countrywide to access their client's decoders, and to use their satellite dishes to enhance the blessed ruddy signal.... Can you say Naspers? *winks...

*Man, right now my feet may just as well be going round and round in the microwave on Medium, the crazy way they feel... Something to tell the kids about when they're a bit older Rezah? Sure it is....*

Wednesday 21st December at 4.10am

In the end, how much time was spent at the COP17 conference on discussing the energy-saving CFL bulbs that the Government intend forcing the population to use? One two-hour session maybe? Was a committment made to ensure the safe disposal of these deadly bulbs? It won't really matter, as by the time the mercury seeps into the water table in large quantities we'll all be sheep anyways....
It's actually a matter for grave concern, and yet it was given only a fraction of the attention it deserved, pretty much proving that the entire conference was a money-squandering farce, with no real intentions of making a difference for the better, at all... *gags...

Mr. Dawood's digger trundles about noisily across the way, as it races to get the foundations laid despite the enormous number of objections from the local Community... What's the rush, dude? I wouldn't be surprised to find that on completion those three apartment blocks stand as empty as their twins just across the Freeway, and I guess their purpose is clear...
To demonstrate how by-laws may now be flouted and ignored simply by having the right connections? A pretty expensive means of making a point, but extremely effective... *waves to Mo Shaik..
Just a tiny part of the grandiose promises you had to make to your community so they'd invest heavily in this ghastly experiment, right?
Any feelings of remorse since you discovered how you've been shafted by Vodafone/Telkom? Were you told that fall-out from this technology would result in a cull of massive proportions, or not?

Since reading Muller's warnings have you rushed to adjust your own home accordingly, and invested in as many emr/wireless repellant means as are on the market? *curious... Black glass, plenty of metal bars, specially treated curtaining and so forth? That's all well and good hey Mo, but you've got to go outdoors eventually, and there's no ways you can guarantee the raised levels of emissions won't find a chink in your ThickSkin armour eventually... Hell, all it took was a stiff breeze for Balliram to crank up the emissions here in the valley to a noticable degree, and that will affect everyone, not just his chosen targets...
What's so different about your larnie suburb?

You figure your guys can keep Jannie's guys out of your home and surroundings, with their deadly airwaves? It's now 5am, and sitting here at the desk I note that the Casio has dropped down to 25.5C from the whopping 28.C it read next to my bed a couple of hours ago... You getting the picture here? You want to bet that Balliram tries to laugh it off as a fault on the Casio? *spews...

Selebi took a turn for the worse? Think about it for a bit.. How hard can it be for an Area Controller to access wherever it is that they're keeping that little fellow, and to flood his room with the most devastating amounts of EMR and wireless frequencies? To shut him up permanently?
Sure, he may be employing a similar line to Schabir's tactics, but I've got a feeling he's not putting it on at all, but is being systematically attacked via the power lines of wherever it is he's incarcerated...
You've seen for yourselves the devastating results that can be achieved, even on a sturdy tank like myself... Selebi is a wisp of a man who has already been diagnosed with diabetes, and it shouldn't take much to knock him off for good.. *waits...

The cozy relationship between Sutcliffe and the Mpisane's seems to have gone very quiet? Did Mr. Haripersad of Manase and Associates come to an arrangement with that delightful trio? Something that suited everyone, and will ensure those corrupt dealings are never revealed in all their filthy glory by either a forensics audit or a whistle-blower? *winks... Speaking of which, I'm not holding my breath for A Better Life For All to reappear on the interwebz anytime soon, and I guarantee that nine out of ten of those delicious allegations were spot on...

LATER at 7.45am

Did Mistuh Michael Barnabas give you a hand getting your business off the ground back in the late nineties, early 2000's? Such a kind, caring bloke, since he saw the light and decided to go straight... He can't do enough for the Community, and not a day goes by without he's on the blower reminding someone that he's their No. 1 friend.. *falls over choking..
I'd be impressed, but for the size of the Strategic Planning Committee set up by Vodafone/Telkom in the pre-natal days of this enormous experiment....
With so many pointy heads contributing, it's hardly likely that our Earl's make-over and ongoing schmoozathon was ever going to fail....

'Man I'm on the straight and narrow these days, and I heard you're battling, and therefore I would like to give you 10ks to bail you out, no strings attached...?' Kiddo the Glass? Remember him? A prime example of a beneficiary of the Druglord's astonishing altruism..*chokes... Often seemingly insignificant members of the community, but add them all together and they make a pretty powerful PRO machine for the SlimeBall...*chokes...
Moles all across the Zone, just waiting for a chance to return Barnabas' kindness? So, when all they were asked to do in many cases, was to add some additional lights to their homes and boundary walls, sheesh, there was absolutely no problem in complying... *winks..

Peace..

---oOo---

Wednesday 21st December 2011 at 11.27am..

2011-12-19T22:58:00.001-08:00

BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATERS...
(begun Tuesday 20th December at 5.20am..)

*Halicon? Dominic? Doing gate-duty this morning?*

I was never a party animal, though I could be counted on to overdo the dop a couple of times a year at least.. Man, how the times have changed. A double voddie before I left home last night, and that was pretty much it.. *grins..
I'd sat on that little verandah clutching my handbag and threatening to nod off the entire evening, despite the merry throng about me.. *cackles.. If not the oldest in years, certainly in demeanour, and absolutely nothing I could do about it but bum a ride home with a couple of early faders...

I fell onto Cloud 9 absolutely knackered, and though I recall muttering angrily a couple of times, for the most part I was allowed to sleep, though the room temperature had shown to be a whopping 25.5C and I'd had to run the fan full-on overnight.
I couldn't fail to notice as the karaoke belted out and the happy guests milled around, that despite my dire warnings, I was in fact the only cripple attending... *curtseys creakingly to Balliram....

I only needed one look at their enormous water-feature to know that our charming host was fully invested in the Project, and doubtless had the much desired FTTH. I've no idea why they've sold up and are relocating to another of their properties way out at Umhlanga, but I'm sure he has his reasons.. His two under-age daughters caught in that wireless-saturated section of Abrey Road would've been more than enough reason for me to get out, and get out fast, though I doubt he'd voice his concerns even if he had them...

She'd said last night she was a Sydenham girl through and through, and you could see it was painful for her to leave it all behind, but hey, with Barnabas refusing to replace his vicious IT Monkey, their move can only be for the better...
As Umhlanga is the twinned home of the Surveillance Project, he will still have to tread very carefully, ruled as it is by the Royal Security owner, Roy Moodley, who will assuredly have his own Controller operating the Wireless/fibre over Powerlines system... *shrugs... Out of the frying pan? Fingers crossed the Druglord will have promised them indemnity from the worst of the fall-out, but it's a worrying time for parents everywhere in the Zone...

LATER at 6.30am

The BackFire frequency has suddenly trebled as I sit here, and you can guarantee I have the Monster's full attention.. *waves...
I'm all out of corners to run to, and have given Karl Muller everything I can, in the hopes that he can put it all together and see the real horror of this experiment... That suckers across the land are being encouraged to install outdoor lighting that has in many cases unbeknownst to them, been tweaked to the equivalent of mini cellmasts...
Would you be happy to sport a cell tower on your property? No? Well tough-titty, as several of those stunners on your wall carry devices that can achieve pretty much the same results as a mast... *shrugs and waves to the Paramedic.....
Yeah, they need the real deal nearby to achieve their full potential, and that's the reason that masts are popping up everywhere you look... The satellite dishes now being added to existing towers would at a guess, speak to YOUR DSTV or TopTV dish, and allow easier access for your local Area Controller...
I'll not deny I'm way out of my depth here, but I figure I've got the basics nailed....

I just went into the kitchen to be met literally, with a wall of pressure so great that my neck and the base of my skull hurt.. *blinks... It's vanished since I came back to the desk.. Magic, Balliram? A magic filled with barely-contained rage perhaps? May I remind you of that childish excuse, trotted out by six-year olds when needed? You and your Missus started this reign of mischief and terror when you first arrived here bearing your agenda...
A reign that once the technology was installed and handed into your control, escalated to a systematic and deliberate physical assault on your chosen targets...

The Merc, Pinetown Financial Manager's hands cannot be claimed to be clean, as without her support and participation in the early days, we might have been spared some of the worst excesses of your mischief... It was all considered nothing but a fun-filled and hilarious game in those days, not so Peggy? *studies Ms. Allison keenly.... Did you go on to be an Area Controller in your own right, invading your neighbour's homes on the QT, via their powerlines, up in Gauteng? Do you to this day, continue to consider that what's being done to so many of us here, are merely our just desserts, or have you actually *coughs* seen the light and are sickened by it?
I'd have to guess that's a no... The online fraternity are tight-knit to a degree, and I'd hazard that you still meet up with Missus C and discuss what a loathsome Liar I am... *cackles... Hell, that's OK by me, as long as you've read the Educator's posts and have given them some serious thought... The very idea that Jannie van Zyl is in fact light-years away from the person you think you know, will be a huge hurdle for you to cross... The evidence is irrefutable, and as a female of the species, I'm counting on you to clear it, sooner rather than later....
As near impossible as it is for you to swallow, all the allegations and accusations I've laid at Collin P. Balliram's door are the Truth.

I do however choose to believe that Missus C has been lied to consistently in the matter of the ongoing physical assaults, and I prefer to think that despite her professed hatred for me, were she to be made fully aware of her husband's murderous activities, she'd be outta there pronto...
Am I once again being naive? Giving the little woman too much credit? She has been the brains of the outfit all along, so how could she claim ignorance of her SO's behaviour? Did she in fact dare to voice her concerns at any point, and did that lead to Balliram heading over to the Wireless Station on Ridge Road to carry on with his nefarious activities, without having to answer to his wife's questions?
Who knows, but I've opted to believe that to a large extent at least, Tamara remains blissfully unaware of exactly what it is her monstrous husband spends so much of his time doing, and that's the way she prefers it right now... Sad, but true...

It's now 7.20am, and the 'woop' remote has just sounded once. A far cry from his standard familiar chirrup, and this time all the fillings on my right side begin to ache immediately.. *shrugs..

LATER at 8.25am

How many times have you driven by an Informal Settlement only to be startled by the sight of several DSTV or TopTV satellite dishes adorning the very meanest of shacks? How many of those subscribers have been heavily subsidised by the PTB in order that the 'authorities' may gain access to monitoring the shack-dwellers? That despite the outraged calls by those arch-crooks Sutcliffe, Spence, and their cronies, to stop these illegal and highly dangerous electricity connections, there are those in the Settlements who are deliberately left alone to run their appliances for the benefit of the Surveillance Project?
You will of course have no problem with that particular double-standard, and would be happy to know that a close eye is being kept on the down-trodden masses?
Except that the technology may just as easily be used to stir up trouble among the hordes of under-privileged and to check that the mischief ordered is carried out to the letter... *gags...

I'd driven past Owen Johnson's place on Thursday, only to see his faithful retainer standing at the head of the driveway, running that fat hose out and down Harris Crescent as usual....Not a vehicle to be washed in sight, and the road surface outside his gates steadily wearing away, gives some indication of the enormous volumes of water Mr. Johnson runs off to facilitate his FTTH...
Every inch of that businessman's little property is packed with an astounding display of Christmas lights at this time of year, though personally I'd prefer it if he spent his money on a fancy water feature like No. 17 Abrey Road, and I didn't have to see such visible proof of this corruption... *shrugs...

Still no-one in your home suffering any symptoms as a result of your participation in the Project, Owen? Have you had a word with Earl about Muller's claims, or have you simply been too busy to bother? I know I've said it before, but once your immune system has been wrecked by the EMR and wireless frequencies, and you've picked up diabetes or some other form of crippling arthritis, will you still be able to enjoy the fruits of your hard work? Man, at least do yourself a favour and research the Rocket Scientist's posts, for the Druglord's assurances most certainly aren't to be trusted...
May I wish you all the happiest and safest of holidays, and peace..

---oOo---

Tuesday 20th December 2011 at 9.39am..

2011-12-18T23:02:00.001-08:00

SOUPED-UP...
(begun Sunday 18th December at 6.05am..)

The angelus has just sounded, and from where I'm sitting there's not a cloud in the sky.. Alas, the picture inside our home is not quite as pretty... I found the Broken Hands frequency running in the kitchen at such levels that I struggled to pick up the cat and feed her, and judging by the ache in my embattled hip, he has that beauty also running in the background 24/7. *gags..

Has Jannie van Zyl 'dealt' satisfactorily with the few that dared to raise questions over Muller's posts? Did he open the matter for debate in an out-of-the-way corner like efnet's #trivia channel and invite discussion on Karl Muller's allegations? Did he plant a few of his acolytes about the room, who'd been given specific questions to raise, in order to make any such debate appear genuine?
As long as he can keep the queries off the Forum and out of the public eye, I bet he figures he can repair the enormous damage inflicted on his credibility with ease, and I'm not about to argue the toss on that score...*yawns...

He's had you all eating out of his hand since the very inception of the mybroadband Forum and the IRC channels, and I've no doubt that many of you have come to regard him as a friend... A silly misconception that he will have fostered with glee... Oops...
Has he managed to rid you of even that last niggling little doubt, yet? As he scurries about behind the scenes, feigning an almost total lack of concern for Karl Muller's posts? See, I'm counting on the fact that there are some seriously big egos out there, who might just take umbrage at the possibility they've been conned in any form or fashion.. Those who've since gone to the bother of checking out all the links given by the Educator, and have had to accept as a result that all is most certainly not well in the land of SA telecoms..
They will know van Zyl too well to accept that he was ignorant of the facts presented by the Rocket Scientist, and from there it's just a hop, skip and jump before they realise the horrific truth.. SWINDLED, by golly!

The scale of this experiment is such, that the crass squeals of tinfoil hats and conspiracy theories are futile.. The fact of the matter is that it's here, and you're a part of it, whether you were recruited or not... When I struggle to explain in my tardish incoherence of the excessive amounts of EMR and wireless frequencies required to run this giant Surveillance system, do I make any sense at all?
That an Area Controller may now raise the level of emissions from what appears to be a standard wall light, to the extent that it can fry a tree standing in it's path as much as a cellmast can do? That were an interested party to attempt to measure the output of these souped-up stunners, odds are that they would be emitting standard levels at the time, for it is the Area Controller alone who manipulates the specific lights of his choice to realise their full potential...

That chances are, if your suburb is already linked to this Project, the amount of EMR and wireless in your home has trebled?
Have any houses gone up in your street that sport the larnie black one-way glass windows? Are they designed to repel at least some of the emissions? Are those homes exempt from visits by the local Area Controllers and if so, why?
The Good Man up at No. 16 has kitted out his new mansion with just such glass, has he not Prameeth? *waves..
Someone out there is making a mint from that growing industry, and having a snide chuckle at the same time.. Has the entire family managed to retain their ThickSkin status so far, or are they finding that they're starting to experience weird joint pains and microwave buzzing of late? Still not bothered to check out Karl Muller's posts, and share them in their entirety with your old man?

I'd be obliged if someone were to leak a copy of the Frequency Files to Karl Muller.. Ja, the ones that Rezah carried down with him from Gauteng, and that have led to a massive upgrade in the precision with which many unwary home owners are now being attacked via their powerlines here across the Zone..
The Educator would have no problem posting these findings on mybroadband, thereby verifying that each and every symptom displayed by the guinea-pigs here in the Crescent, is as a direct result of the concentrated use of specific frequencies, by a band of murderous criminals...
Jannie's determined back-ground efforts at damage control would fail, and hopefully the worst of the offenders would be jailed forthwith.. Want a puff? *grins wryly...

LATER at 7.35am

It was 7.15am before I got round to fetching the Sunday Times off the driveway, and THIS beauty a few yards from ours, was still active... You'll have realised by now that it's anything but a standard outdoor wall light, and that it's capable of putting out some seriously damaging emissions, and it's little wonder that Balliram hits us with 29-hour blackouts to recoup some of the excessive amounts of power he uses.. *vomits..

LATER at 11.05am

I've just been out the front to clean the birdbath and the hadeda pool, and there's a fairly stiff wind come up.. Would that explain why, when I stood in line with the bird table, I was suddenly hit with both toothache and earache on my right side? Will my Controller claim that he has to crank up the levels excessively to keep the signal across to Sydenham stable in the wind? *hasn't a clue... You can guarantee you won't find it running like that outdoors or in, were Leonard Els and his nifty devices in the offing...
There are people on the Playing Field that are on the receiving end of my Controller's efforts, but a little bit of what-have-you won't harm them, right? I'd hazard it's THIS monstrosity on the valley-facing wall of der Bunker that gave me that sudden out-of-nowhere pain, and I'm also betting the Rocket Scientist would dearly like to get his hands on one of those babies, and see for himself how they've been customised to act as enormously powerful aerials..

Can I knock on No. 32 Michan Road's door and give them a quick quiz on their health situation since 2005? Is it the same families that have lived there since the start of the Project, and have there been any deaths or illnesses at that address since then? What are the odds there's at least one diabetic on the property, if not more? If that home is such a vital link in the chain, due to it's positioning, why have they not been provided with specially treated black glass windows or at least the fat metal bars put on the toddler's dorm windows at the Convent? Something that was done IMO, for appearance sake only, and that won't have saved the young inmates from over-exposure at all..

Monday 19th December at 3.35am

Another busy night at Wireless Central..*gags... Move my bed? Are you kidding me? Do you have any idea how tiny these houses are? The only other room available is this one, which while it moves me a few feet away from under the DSTV satellite dish, puts me within yards of der Bunker and the rushing sound of a muted wireless song...
As reported at the height of the attacks to my hip last week, I'd tried kipping in both the lounge and this room, but it hadn't taken long for him to track me down and continue the assault...

I'd told him the night before last that I intended petitioning the Finance Manager at Mercedes, Pinetown, here on my blog, and that I'd continue to do so until such time as she woke to the reality of the situation, or he stopped these vicious attacks.. *shrugs... Why is Balliram so determined she be excluded from the party, when she herself invested so much towards our current situation?
I've always commended her for her loyalty, however misplaced it is, but there's no ways she can be oblivious to what her husband has been doing to us all since 2006, unless he's been lying to her as much as he lies to you... *eyeroll...
Does she still claim to hate me? Why? For refusing to shut up and accept her SO's savage attentions in silence? *grossed out....
Has she vehemently insisted all along that Baliram is incapable of doing the monstrous things I accuse him of? How would she know? After fifty years odd spent with the GW, there are still sides to him that startle me.. Their relationship is different, how?

My inner-ears are literally vibrating to the background wireless song as I sit here.. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Is the Rocket Scientist ahead of me all the way? Had he already figured out that the outdoor lights are being used as aerials, and that many of them have been tweaked to perform way beyond their innocent appearance? More gadgets from Kyocera, Jannie?

I studied the thread at mybroadband on Spy Cameras, and am no closer to finding the means that BigEars employs to keep me in sight, than I was before... *shrugs... It's now 4.15am, and the wireless song has come to an abrupt end as the sky grows light.. I must get on while I can.. Cheers..
Peace..

---oOo---

Monday 19th December 2011 at 9.42am.

2011-12-17T23:30:00.000-08:00

MANNA FROM HEAVEN...
(begun Friday 16th December at 5.25pm...)

The power's been off now for what, 16 hours? Considering the hectic levels he's been pumping into our homes lately, it figures the shed was going to be a big one....
When you think how many of you still genuinely believed that I EVER had a thing for the spindle-shanked One-Eyed Sex Felon, right up until recently, it begs the question, what about Balliram?

Seriously now, hands up those of you who still think I'm demonising a perfectly ordinary Government Operative, who's just doing his job? Yep. I knew it.. *shrugs..
I'm betting you're the same lot who see absolutely nothing wrong in what our Head of Electricity, Allen Spence, is up to, either... Handing the power circuits over to unqualified criminals to run, left, right and centre? No worries, hey Al? Before you're through, those four new Muni-acquired Fire Trucks are going to earn their keep, and that's a certainty...

The Teacher had referred obliquely to the Project in awed tones that evening, and I very much doubt she's ever been pointed to Karl Muller's posts on mybroadband, or that she's so much as given a thought to her family's health in connection with the Surveillance technology.. Employed in one of the noblest professions, and yet with a gaping hole in her own education, I guess if she were to come to realise the truth, she'd literally freak out...

Anyone had a chance to check out the January issue of Popular Mechanics, Page 19, I'm not bored, my brain is hot? How often when I sit down at the kid's desk to chat to you in the early hours, do I suddenly have a bout of the yawns until my eyes are running? And there it says excessive yawning may be used as a diagnostic tool in identifying dysfunction of temperature regulation... Gripping stuff?

It's nearly 6pm, and the light is fading fast... I'm back to being pathetically lame in my right leg and my wrist bones grind audibly if I'm not careful... It's all in the frequency, is it not Rezah? *winks.. Stop pumping those particular emissions into my home, and you probably wouldn't know that I've lost horrific amounts of cartilage over the last few years, and would certainly not say that I was on the brink of being totally disabled?
Are you just a tad grossed out by your new colleague's rabid desire to inflict pain and damage on so many random innocents, or do you find him to be a kindred spirit? That those everyday domestic irritations and tensions can be eased by a few hours spent torturing a faceless resident via their powerlines? *fascinated...

If there was ever any good in our friend Collin P. Balliram, it's long been cooked away, as surely as he's dealt with my wrists, and is now busy doing to my hips...*eyeroll.. I can't help but be vaguely amused that an acknowledged moron is able to see him so clearly, while the many intellectuals that hang out on the Interwebz are oblivious to his real character... It's a genuine 'what's wrong with this picture' situation... *Sunday. One of his alarms has just gone off next door now at 9.10am...*
What horrors do they have planned for the Zone tonight? You think I'm kidding?
Nayager is as determined as ever to return to his job and throne, and to do so, he must first oust the current head of Sydenham Station... *6.25pm Friday and the woop, woop of my Controller's new remote sounds from der Bunker, and immediately the pressure in my ears thickens...*
The more offences committed by the Sydenham SAPS officers themselves, as in assaults made on members of the Public who have come to open a docket, the more fuel will the One-Eyed Sex Pest have, to claim that Col. d.V can't control the Station.
To shut the unfortunate Mr. Maharaj up in the holding cell with genuine offenders for 3 hours, for not wearing a seat belt? Of course there'll be an enquiry, but nothing will come of it at all, and again, the Head of Station will carry the can...
Neat little mischievious manipulations all designed with one goal...To re-instate the convicted Sex Offender Glen Nayager, to his position at Sydenham Station....

I hear that similar mischief is brewing up at the Westville Station, and I guess things were going too swimmingly up there to suit the Project Authors? A sudden swift transfer without warning, and that Head of Station, so much admired and liked by the community, is history...
Do you get how deeply the Police Department are invested in the Project countrywide? That here in the Zone at least, it's been the AirWing chopper doing the computerized link-up from the outset?

What's that bliksem's name again? Professor Fettucini? Fabricio? The one that was running the Surveillance side of the technology for Sutcliffe out of the biggest wireless base-station in SA, up at Howard College? I'd like to wrap a piece of spaghetti around that fellow's throat and tighten it slowly..
Originally from Italy? Does he have a record there, and had to relocate to SA? Any of his labtests go badly wrong over there, and he scuttled off in our direction before he could be labelled a murderer? Hell, life's so cheap out here, he'd be spoiled for choice.. *spews...

LATER at 8.05pm

Twenty hours into the latest load-shed, and I tried to explain to Sue the Book that the more she vocalised her dismay at the outage, the more likely it was that BigEars at No. 6 would achieve an increasingly rare stiffie..*vomits... Again, if you think I'm being rude for effect, you'd be way off the mark, and I suggest you run it by the Behavioural Boffins for confirmation...
Was it a let-down to find that I'm not a frothing nutcase after all? Simply an incorrigible IDIOT? That I'm fully cognizant of the fact that my grossly disfiguring skin cancer is nobody's fault but my own, and that I'm heading towards whaledom again, simply because I'm eating more than I exercise? That I have demonstrated I've the will power to stop smoking without a fuss, but choose not to, at the moment? You think I can be boringly sane on mundane matters, but suddenly become certifiable when it involves the Wireless/Fibre Over Powerlines Surveillance Project and the criminals operating the technology?
I don't think so, dudes.... *chokes...

When I tell you that Collin P. Balliram is now as much a murderer as any panga-slashing, AK toting, knife-wielding lowlife out on the streets, you really should pay attention.. I suppose you're too young to remember Ted Bundy? Though I doubt even he was on a level with this new and craven breed of killer, hey Al?
My Master waits in slavering anticipation for my arrival on the sacrificial alter that is Cloud 9.. Allow me to oblige him... *limps off to bed....

Saturday 17th December at 4.40am..

I just leaned against the front doorjamb next to the television and was rewarded with several fierce Knives to the Back, until I moved away... *eyeroll..
My night had been much as I'd anticipated, as unpleasant as our Controller could make it... Does knowing I'm not his only victim make it a fraction easier for me to bear? As I sit here now at the desk I'm pain-free...
The windows badly need washing, but I don't see myself hauling out the ladder to improve his view just yet..*winks...
The power has just this minute been restored at 4.55am, and I find myself totally unmoved one way or the other... After all, powercuts used to specifically cause misery, were employed by these cheap bullies and their contacts down at Springfield Depot, long before the arrival of the Surveillance technology, were they not Mr. Sewsunker? *waves to Ashwin....

Sunday 18th December at 3.30am

There's more than one Dominic King living in Capell Road? *startled... I see our Dom's gmail addie now sports it's own avatar, which bears little resemblance to the press cutting on my tower.. I'll stick with the newspaper pic if you don't mind, as it's the spectacles that I remember from the single visit he made to our CPF to gawp at the Freak.... *grins...
The first call of the day by the Telkom Box bird sounds as I head off for more coffee...
I'd barely gotten into bed and opened my book last night, before the Sadist pounced gleefully on my hip, and this time I took audible offence, and said so in no uncertain terms...

Man, it seems like yesterday that Tamara smilingly told me across the wall that they were the Moodliars, and I took her at her word for a long time.. When I'd introduced them to several of their new neighbours, she'd never once bothered to correct me, and I guess that set the tone for the behaviour that's followed..*eyeroll.. It was quite by accident that I finally discovered she was now a Balliram of the Pietermaritzburg Ballirams, the home that I'm told on good authority, of the legendary Kwa Zulu Curry Mob...
As it happens, all the years I spent subsequent to their arrival, on self-recriminations, were a wasted effort.. The Courageous Couple were installed here at No. 6 on a mission that would've taken place whether I lived here or not... My self-loathing and abrasive attitude was simply a bonus, was it not Earl? Manna from heaven, and a sure-fire way of keeping the trooops entertained, especially once the technology had been installed on our streetlights, and Balliram was tasked to tutor the locals in the art of hacking, to promote the blessed wireless signal... To be continued...

Peace..

Sunday 18th December 2011 at 9.45am..

2011-12-16T23:04:00.001-08:00

BAYING AT THE MOON...
(begun Thursday 15th December at 12.52am.)

*After a 29-hour loadshed, consider this a catch-up..)

Wanna chat? Balliram most certainly does...*snorts... The AirWing chopper is this minute heading along the horizon towards the Overport microwave tower, linking up the day's catch for the Project....
Yeah - His Shiftyness gave his first sleep-chasing greeting to my hip at 9.24pm, but clearly I passed on the offer.. Ever the persistent suitor, Mr. Obsessive struck again at 12.30am precisely, and this time, despite my curses, he kept at it until he had me out of bed and heading for the kettle... *yawns...

Look Ma! No hands, and no walking stick either... Hardly even a limp in fact! This, despite his 'best' efforts *grins.. I'd mentioned aloud to the GW last night that I was continuing to take the useless Voltaren as prescribed, at least until after today's outing in the Polo. Then, if the Sadist follows his usual pattern of escalating the violence in the car, my poor blind SO may not say my relapse was due to my failure to complete the course of medication.. I don't need them at the moment, and they're frankly a joke up against these savage attacks...
It occurred to me to suggest a drive up to Sleepy Hollow to track down Prof. Els and ask him to sweep the Polo with his wireless hunting devices... Somewhere near the aircon filter perhaps? *winks at Balliram... Of course it's always possible that nothing additional is required to achieve the startling results obtained so far.. That merely by accessing the car's onboard computer remotely, allows the inside of the vehicle to be flooded with the frequency of choice, and no additional booster is needed... Nonetheless, it would be interesting to get young Leonard to have a quick squizz about the interior..
The thing of it is, that once my intention became apparent (as with the cellmast when the Prof came to visit) the signal would be dropped to undetectable levels..*belches...

I'd been getting ready to bathe yesterday afternoon when Maid No. 25? began shouting over the wall, and I went out to see what the fuss was about.. Let me say at this point that in all her time of employment she has never ever initiated contact with me before... She said I was to call the police as there was a guy lurking below our wall... *coughs...
But there are always vagrants about down there, said I... Why did she not hit the alarm to scare him off? Are you alone? I asked.. Yes, she said... Strange.. I'd heard Mr. Golfcap sweeping out der Bunker passageway earlier in the morning, and he never leaves until 5pm.
I compromised by saying I'd call her Madam and get her to phone home, at which the poor girl looked quite non-plussed, but said OK...

I dialled Missus C on the cell number I've always used, only to get an odd click and then silence..*winks.. I looked up Merc. Pinetown and tried again, and without further ado I told Tamara her maid appeared anxious and could she call her... Well, said Missus C, she hasn't tried phoning me, but will do..and she thanked me nicely and hung up...Interesting.. The maid's anxiety was justified after she'd encountered three uninvited visitors to their front deck some weeks back, though for the life of me I couldn't figure out afterwards why she didn't just hit the alarm and call her employer right after she'd seen the chap yesterday afternoon.. Any ideas, Balliram? *winks again...
Maybe someone should tell her that asking me to call the cops would be like pulling hen's teeth, and about as successful as getting a reply to Missus C's cell number in an emergency? *grins...
Cynic that I am, I'm inclined to think there was more to that mini-drama than met the eye, though I'm grateful she called out to warn me.. *curtseys...

Right. Let me put the bedside light out again and see if my Master is over his willy-waving malice for the moment... My hip hasn't so much as murmured since the initial assault at 12.30am, so I'll give it a shot.. cheers..

LATER at 2.05am

That was pretty much a FAIL, and I'm back already.. One of the advantages of being a Pensioner is that time doesn't really matter much nowadays, and if Balliram wants me awake at all hours, I'm happy to oblige...
I'd turned the light out at 1.40am, and within a couple of seconds several hadedas roosting across in the valley had been startled into noisy wakefulness by what? A sudden change in the air? Minutes later and fat Sophie shot off the bed flapping her ears frantically..
The dogs continue to prove useful targets in the Small Mischiefs Department, do they not O Genius One?

For the past couple of evenings we've had several dips to our power supplies.. Nothing hectic, but clearly visible nonetheless... I'm tempted to text our heroic joker the Superintendent of Electricity for Durban and put it to him that his erstwhile Protege needs to make further adjustments to stop this from affecting our supplies.. It's only since the installation of the cctv cameras, and whatever other changes have been made next door, that our lights are dipping again, and you may care to make a note of that...*yawns...

THIS pipe that comes out of the ground in line with the re-positioned fire-hydrant on Balliram's verge, and runs onto his garage roof and then down to to run along our wall until it vanishes out of sight somewhere in their little courtyard, had been allowed to fall into disrepair. Check out where THIS elbow joint had come apart to reveal all the wires inside...
Since the advent of the cctv cameras it's been fixed, and you have to wonder at it's purpose.. Nothing that affects our home in any way? You sure about that?
Again, may I remind you that a Cracker teamed with a Used-car salesperson would likely be almost as skilled as our Strategist in the fine art of Prevarication, and that their carefully maintained outward appearance has worked a treat for years...

Friday 16th December at 12.26am

A day gone. Singled out for special treatment again? More of Balliram's gung-ho 'let's kick the labrats while they're down?'...*nauseous... The power went out abruptly at 12.14am, though our streetlight is still on.. Our Controller's pole? Well now, although the main lamp appears out, it still looks like a christmas tree, and is far from dead... It's MAGIC!
Whether it entailed calling out a sub-tenant from No. 2 to snip a cable, or merely the flick of a computer key, our Controller sees to it that his quota of loadshedding is met..*eyeroll..

The GW staggered out of bed and called the Fault line, and I'll let you know just how long it takes to reach Ashwin Sewsunker down in Springfield Depot, and from there a Contractor... The wireless song seems to be coming from Balliram's property, and both my hips and thighs have begun aching uncomfortably..*shrugs... The more Einstein next door determinedly wakes me by inflicting serious jabs as I sleep, the more will I insist that you unplug your TV and satellite cable at the walljack when you're not watching it... It's now glaringly obvious my treasured DSTV luxury is a big part of the Wireless/Fibre over Powerlines Surveillance Project, and that Balliram has single-handedly let that particular cat out of the bag as well... *belches...

By 1.12am Pigman was really into it..*gags... At 2.25am I staggered to the loo for a pee, and after that I managed to doze fitfully until 4.25am when I sent the lord High Poobah of all things Electrical a text to say our power was off again.. Did he get it, or was it stopped in it's tracks by my vodago Network Administrator?
Your guess, as they say...

At 7.50am this morning Kennedy from Howard's Electrical was at our gates in response to the GW's Fault call-in, and I'd established that Sue the Book and B.Snr. had been included in this latest treat... I suggested he go up to the sub-station by Carol's abandoned home, as that's where the last lot of mischief was created... He called the GW a short while later to say there was an underground cable fault, and that he'd found a crew already digging there, and twas they who'd turned off the power.. No hint of when it would be restored either.. Really? *winks...
My word, but it's a pretty day... A couple of monkeys arrived to liven up the dog's lives an hour or so ago, and I fed them before they moved on..

LATER at 2.30pm

I've just had an increasingly rare chat with Sue the Book... Would you be at all startled to hear that she's also suffered agonies, but with both her hips, not just the one, this past week and that her kid has been enduring shoulder problems just like the GW? Could you even be bothered to connect the dots? Her kid was up the by-road by the sub-station this morning and reported seeing absolutely no sign of a crew working on anything at all...
Did Kennedy from Howard's Electrical dream that one up all by himself, or did he make a call and be told what to tell my husband, parrot-fashion? That's an easy one to answer, folks...

Sue said they'd also contacted Faults and been told that at least 6 reports from this stretch had come in, but they've not had time to attend to it yet... *blinks... As Howard's Electrical is a Muni-created company, I guess it's safe to assume that Allen Spence continues to find our situation amusing, and that the texts I send him have him doubled-up with merriment? *snarls... You'd have me believe it's a complicated situation? Young Kennedy was told to call my old man and lie to him. How many times has that same duo been instructed to cut cables in different areas and then to scarper smartly?
And that's just the army of droogs employed by Herr Sutcliffe and Spence the Crooked...
What about all the Good cops who've been lured into lying to the public? What about Major Groenewald, who blatantly put monitoring devices in my GP's surgery? Will he go home at the end of the day still insisting that he's a good cop? *falls over choking....

My home, sans power since 12.14am this morning, is nonetheless thick with wireless frequencies, and my fillings jangle as I sit here in my corner of the lounge... When fat Sophie ventures out from under my bed, it's to flap her ears wildly, and head outdoors for relief...
Why don't they just finish you off? asked Sue with interest... It's simply not the cowardly goonda way, is why.. My squeals of outrage won't change anything and besides, I'm a loud-mouthed testament to the genius behind the Surveillance technology, am I not, Mistuh van Zyl? *waves... The best scenario would be to push me into topping myself would it not, and let's fact it, it shouldn't take much after last week's demonstration of downright brutality... *spews...
Meantime I'll plod on, baying futilely at the moon, until the day you wake up and realise you're up to your necks in shit, and there's no Good Team after all... *shrugs..
Peace julle..

---oOo---

Saturday 17th December 2011 at 9.58am.

2011-12-14T00:50:00.000-08:00

SPELLING IT OUT...
(begun Tuesday 13th December at 10.04pm)

*I headed down the passage with my notebook about fifteen minutes ago, intending to update my blog, and have to question just how much pressure can suddenly be applied to one's ears before they explode.. That eased off, and now I sit with two aching hips and both hands enduring the Broken Wrists frequency.... Yay Balliram?!*

The first rumbles of thunder started growling as the storm moved in, but that wasn't what woke me five minutes ago.. After spending two nights huddled in the lounge, suffering widely varying levels of pain, suddenly, and for no apparent reason, my agonies had disappeared totally around 2pm this afternoon... *blinks..
By 7pm I could touch my toes again with ease and my limp was all but gone.. Not so much as a flicker of BackFire either...
And don't give me that it's the Voltaren, as that hasn't touched the tortures that this Psycho-Bully next door has seen fit to administer since last Thursday..

Are you bonkers enough to think for one minute that ANY of this shit is part of the so-called 'normal' ageing process? *shrill.. Man, I've been diarising the last week, and I have to say it reads like a chapter of mediaeval (sp) torture...
So tonight at 9.19pm I took myself back to Cloud 9, pain-free, and fell into a well-earned and medication-free sleep, only to be woken at 10.40pm on the dot, with a savage bolt of pain to my already targeted hip..*vomits profusely.... We can't have the Project falling into disrepute due to one rogue Area Controller, quoth the Teacher.. You don't bloody say? *snarls...
This piece of Human Garbage next door appeared to have spent most of the day nobly baby-sitting, or at least at home...
His unfortunate 'friend' the Tubster had arrived in the early afternoon and thereafter had ensued a dedicated reminder to my neighbours at No. 4, of just why they are going to cave and put their home on the market...

I'd anticipated a renewed onslaught on my person as soon as that bass began thudding out of der Bunker, but it hadn't happened... What occurred to change the Creature's mind at precisely 10.40pm last night, is neither here nor there, as the bloody facts speak for themselves..
Dotted across the Zone are people enduring similar situations, and I have to ask where you stand in all of this... Slyly smiling behind your hands and thanking god it's not you that's on the receiving end of this deranged Monster's attentions?
Ian? Or ic, if you prefer?
You're still smarting that I singled you out on the odd occasion, and therefore quietly pleased that I'm being dealt with in this barbaric fashion? Or have you enlisted in what might well be some sort of sick Pity Party created by Jannie van Zyl?
That yes, it certainly appears that my mouth has drawn attention from a number of Undesirables down this end, but shame, the old cow didn't know when to call it a day and STFU?
Is that the route your good buddy the Telecom's Strategist has cautiously opted for, as Karl Muller systematically reduces Jannie's decade+-long cover and character to shreds?

Jesus, Ian.. If I hadn't thought you were worth saving I'd not have bothered pulling you out of the pack - Not that that will salve your injured pride... For every one of you that reads Muller's posts and the horrific impact begins to dawn on you that you've all been done to a turn, there are five that will burrow their sorry heads deeper into the sand and refuse to believe it's happening...
Kilobits? Who posted a lovely thread on the uncanny understanding displayed by his 9 year-old nephew? I caught a glimpse of the real guy for a moment, and there was no hiding it.. The carefully created online personas that the majority of you wear in your deep desire to fit in, are light years away from your true characters...

Singling you out simply because you chose to share something rather beautiful, won't earn me brownie points, but chances are you've read the Rocket Scientist's posts and have drawn your own private conclusions... When are you going to start taking a stand? Rocking the boat is the last thing you're going to do? If the Good are going to survive at all under this inhumane experiment engineered by the telecoms giants, there's going to have to be some serious courage displayed...
Speak out FFS, and if you find mischief befalls you as a result, speak out even louder...
Forget about fitting in, or it could be you or yours that are hounded and damaged by these Criminals, and their use of this amazing technology...

Enough.. The GW insisted I resort to a Sched.7 pain-killer after I'd stomped through earlier to tell him the assault had been renewed by a single vicious jab of pain to my hip. As a result, I can barely see straight, and my outraged incoherence is becoming pointless as usual... *cries... May you have a better night than the one my Controller intends for me....

LATER at 1.18am, Wednesday 14th December.

As I was saying - And he's back, though it must have taken an almighty whack to drag me awake again.. What's his line to be this time? As he forces me awake, nearly every hour? Sleep deprivation might drive me over the edge? It's nothing to do with him, and little Missus C will swear her husband was sound asleep at the time? Don't even get me started on his Backup Artist FFS...There's loyalty and there's...ai..
Is he furious at my insistence that the DSTV cable is pulled each night at the GW's bedtime? As doing this has in no way deterred from the severity of his assaults, I doubt that's the main reason behind my recent 'upgrade'.. You don't find it odd? Just the one enormous jab of pain each time, while the limb is then left to merely ache in the aftermath?
Ah... and there's the Christmas Beetle chorus changing key completely, as I scribble this....Innocently asleep SE GAT!!!

The electrician he had working here a few days back? There's now an old-fashioned and highly visible cctv camera sitting next to his toilet window, aimed at the passageway by der Bunker, and I've no doubt there are a couple more round the front.. Cosmetic fol-de-rol, installed years too late, and simply because I pointed out truthfully that he has had more 'burglaries' than any of us over the years...
As a so-called Security Consultant for the Banks and Hospitals, albeit in IT, do you not find it questionable that it's taken him eleven years to shore up this glaringly vulnerable access point with recognizable cameras? I will insist that every inch of his valley-facing deck has in fact been wired for years, and that the only burglaries at his home have been organised ones which, apart from the 'theft' of his red Rodeo, and the shockingly tastelessly arranged 'hostage' drama, were fairly unremarkable, and purely exercises to see what he could get away with from the Insurers....

How many of you lay convulsed in the aisles once it became apparent that this Village Idiot thought she'd have a go at winning the War with pleasantries and self-recrimination? Oh come on now - Admit it. Seldom has one so thick laid themselves bare in public to the extent that I've done, and you've lapped it up.. Alternatively grossed out or titillated, it's been your pleasure to feed off of my misery... *nudge, nudge...

LATER at 5.30am

Despite that there's wind in the tops of the gumtrees, here on the side of the hill, it's like that thick stillness, before a single clap of thunder gets the ball rolling again, and the sweat trickles down my raddled form...

The thread at mybroadband on Schizoids was great, and I even checked out the link someone had posted in my desire to see whether I fitted the bill.. Nope. Not even close... *grins...
Now, can someone do the same with the term Psychopath, and interpret the results in easy-to-understand English, for I'd hazard we'd have a match at No. 6... *waves to Balliram....
The absolute PERFECT recruit, Mr. van Zyl? To lead the way into the New Age, and to show other prospective Area Controllers that monitoring is by no means the dull occupation it's been painted?

A scan done on my assaulted hip is guaranteed to show a truly remarkable diminishing of cartilage, as was proven with my thumb joint back in March... The pains to my shins, and the more recent pins and needles in both feet are proof that the Cowardly One hasn't finished with me by a long shot...
By your continued silence you've allowed him to carry on torturing my fellow CPF Members, friends and neighbours, and I suspect you've no real will to have him shut down...
Have the lines between Good and Bad been so blurred over the last six years, that you now struggle to tell them apart?

Several posters on mybroadband tell me differently, and it cheers me no end, though dragging your feet isn't going to help us in time to be saved.. Your silent pity is useless, and frankly nauseating, and you're going to have to DO something rather more drastic than that, if Balliram is to be stopped in his filthy tracks...
He's just cranked up the BackFire frequency to eye-watering levels and as such, has put an end to my babbling..
Ex maak nog steeds staad op julle, unbelievable as it seems...
May the Force be with you, and peace..

---oOo---

Wednesday 14th December 2011 at 11.06am

2011-12-10T21:44:00.001-08:00

DEFEAT...
(begun Sunday 11th December at 7.15am)
Updated Monday 12th December at 8.02am.)

It's time to call it a day. One too many silly errors, and the very idea that I may have had any credibility whatsoever is a joke... Though the Resident who'd been taken in to Dodge City for not wearing his seat belt was apparently from Asherville, it's not the Asherville CPF Head that Nayager has schmoozed so determinedly, but the Head of the Sector Policing Forum Motherbody at Clare Estate, and if I persist in confusing the two, it puts everything I ever scribbled under question..

Suitably chastened, it merely confirms that I'd made the right decision in the early hours of today, though it's several hundred blogs too late to save my sorry arse....*eyeroll..
The systematic assault that was begun in the early hours of Thursday morning has escalated to a point where everything I say may be construed as gibberish... Were I to give you the details of the brutalities that occurred to me last night alone, and in the early hours of this morning, you would possibly forgive my decision to fall silent.

However many inaccuracies I've made, my cheek has at last been deemed worthy of a full-on onslaught by the Cracker, which included interestingly enough, several occasions of my heart-rate speeding up, and my 'good' hip coming under fire as well...
The Truth just isn't wanted here in the Zone, nor elsewhere, though I can only hope I've given you enough to go on, to take the few precautions you're able to...

Today's Sunday Times Front Page was the veritable straw that has broken this camel's back, and a more sickening story would be hard to find.. I'm going to take myself out of the picture and wait with bowed head for the coup de gras to be administered, though with my Area Controller's penchant for toying with his prey, it could take a while... *wry grin..
My advice, for what it's worth? Be careful and be silent, for who knows who might be listening? Baaa.....
Peace...

Monday 12th December at 8.02am

Wretched is as wretched does fosho... Had I hope there'd be a lessening of the pain simply because I said I'd STFU? Man, did I earn my reputation as an idiot... *eyeroll... Four days of intense pain, at times easily comparible to childbirth.. I'd be interested to know what happened at 2.45pm yesterday afternoon, shortly after the GW left for the shops? Was there a special demonstration arranged for a friend or two?
For that particular hour+ of brutality included not just the one, but both of my hips, my knees, my ankles and culminated in the Burning Feet, (which I've been treated to in the past, and that Missus B.Snr. is more than familiar with... *spews...)

This morning there isn't a corner in my home that's not saturated with the BackFire frequency running at it's top levels.. Ask yourselves whether the success he's achieved with No. 4 has gone to Balliram's cooked head? Has Karl Muller noted the cozy relationship between Multichoice and Telkom? Has he figured out the connection between the DSTV and TopTV satellite dishes and the Surveillance technology, designed to access your home? I'm counting on it that he has...
The few calls I made last week to request that people unplug their TV/Satellite dishes when they're not watching the telly could well be another reason for the firestorm of rage unleashed in my home...And here it should be noted that the louder the derisive laughter emanating from Jannie van Zyl's corner at this point, the more likely it is that I've hit a home run here.

If there's a simple way of lessening these devastating attacks on my person I'd be obliged if you stuck your neck out and let me know asap.. It may not involve money as there is none, and it has to be something the GW will agree to... A tall order, but without your help it's Game Over, and the Wicked shall indeed inherit the earth... *belches...
If there was any intention of making some sort of live-feed Snuff Clip to amuse his Superiors, that would be a FAIL. Balliram has managed to irritate me sufficiently into keeping the curtains in the two front bedrooms closed... Ooops!?
You can lay that at his appalling lack of subtlety and bull-in-a-china-shop approach to spying... Something that up till now our Earl saw as an advantage.... *winks... Don't go too far now...Much as it chokes me to admit it, I need you now more than ever....