On being mobbed

These past months I keep thinking of getting a “NO MEANS NO” yard sign for the Albany house. Such a sign is appropriate for a criminal conspiracy driven by pseudo-Christian men who combine military strategy with tech know-how to punish women like me out of our homes–in effect, to take women’s assets using tactics that… Continue reading

Today is a busy day for me but I’m all about divesting mobbers of the power to harm. This they do by invading your home with unfamiliar phenomenologies that are difficult to describe, to document, and to report. Tools to document structure-borne sound will be a short post, hopefully later in the week, offering a… Continue reading

Being mobbed is like living in a radio. They can’t subject you to the abuse they want you to hear without broadcasting information they’d rather you didn’t. To wit, what I overheard this afternoon: “How do we get her out of here?” Gosh, I suppose that’s the kind of problem that crops up when you… Continue reading

This is the tiny story that got me started on tiny stories of mobbing. Having done a webzine in the early years of the World Wide Web (WWW) as we heralded it at the time, I’ve lived a life of tiny stories. It was early morning, April 19th of the current year. I was getting… Continue reading

I’m up late, trying to get some work done, and a male voice that recently joined the Albany mobbing has laid into me. I don’t have any roommates right now, so there’s no danger of anyone else hearing them. I’m calling it a “male voice” because while there do seem to be a few new… Continue reading

[Note 06/18/26: In the “heard-and-overheard” category this afternoon, the Albany block coordinator muttering to one of her cohort, “Get her out of here!”, as well as the even response of a male voice, “We’ll try again.” That probably means they’ll be giving it another go in the early morning hours on Friday. That makes sense.… Continue reading

AG Bonta, come to Albany. I know it’s a holiday weekend, but if you come soon, they’ll still be here. There’s a gang of haters working overtime in Albany—just an hour southwest of the Capitol—and they’re working overtime on me. If you come today, maybe my sleep won’t be broken tomorrow morning by men talking… Continue reading

With profiteers who move in around their victims and use structure-borne sound to force legal residents from their homes and damage those homes while they’re at it, life in the small city of Albany, California becomes perilous adventure. When I posted that I’d soon write about what ChatGPT readily told me about conductive coupling and… Continue reading

It’s been hot and heavy here in Albany these last weeks. The escalation runs the gamut of mobbing tactics: sleep deprivation with forced wakings every two hours or so; driveway and drive-by hazings from contractor trucks; the screeching transmissions and blinding LEDs of EVs rushing past; unfriendly men walking by the house wearing earpieces and… Continue reading