I’ve been waiting more patiently than any woman should be while she’s being battered in her own home by corrupt neighborhood watch captains in northeast Seattle and their real estate scamming goons. If anyone reading this is an attorney interested in novel tech crimes, IoT abuse, bullying crimes, victims prosecuted in cover-ups that fool police and prosecutor, and real estate scams that prey on home owners and their tenants, I’m in the market for a savvy attorney with an interest in women’s rights, civil rights, and tenants’ rights. And having been forced by real estate scammers to dwell in a home that has been made a cage for years, I may just have some useful evidence. Not to mention the fact that, at least in this instance of the scam, it may be possible to charge one of the players with obstruction. That, in and of itself, could go a long way towards exposing a predatory tech-based scam that has victimized others besides me. If the City of Seattle won’t make this right, I’ll have to do it another way.

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Investigators should also consider adding charges based on the northeast Seattle mobbers’ use of stay-at-home and social distancing guidelines to try to up the ante as they continue to try to force me from my home. Yesterday when I ventured outside to my deck, the owner of the north mobbing house quickly intercepted me and staged a noisy fit of dry coughing from the other side of a hedge along the property line that I soon realized was being slowly destroyed from his side. Not to be outdone, the Crossfit tattooed mobber has reappeared at the south mobbing house, like all but one of those who’ve continued to come and go from the mobbing houses on both sides of me these last days, without regard for personal protective equipment or social distance. The reappearance of this mobber coincides with an uptick in sneaky round-the-clock verbal harassment that may be applied by powered transmitters, for example, walkie-talkies, to ensure that even here, in the concrete basement of my home where I’ve taken refuge to prepare for a job interview, I cannot completely elude them. Another disturbing aspect of mobbing during a pandemic in which air-borne spray is a concern, is the fact that the mobbers power some harassment with mechanical means like windmills, exhaust fans, and other forced air from across the property line. This during a time when we’re not sure of the distance over which the virus can be transmitted.

Anyway, it might be that the other voices active today are being broadcast over telephony or by stream, but at least one of these creeps is here today and perhaps tomorrow and the next day too, covering for at least the south mobbing house owner and perhaps the north one too. One of the mobbers once quipped that they performed a “shadow service.” Perhaps, in the nomenclature of the pandemic, you could say that mobbing is also an “essential” service. At least it is, if your criminal scam depends on it.

[7:45pm addendum: Tonight, with the continued good weather, I’m being harassed by several mobbers on both sides of my small home and, judging from the way it’s been interrupting my streaming television, perhaps they’re using their walkie-talkies or some other disruptive form of radio. My WiFi is already disabled, as it is most of the time; however, after I finish writing this, I will open my router administrative interface, and change the channels of my disabled wireless service since that seems to at least temporarily mitigate the louder harassment. It’s also possible that one person is simply broadcasting sound to smart speakers, possibly directional speakers, installed on the premises of the adjacent properties north and south of this house. This is easy for them to do since the home owners in the houses flanking mine are in cahoots. (Not to mention the fact that the nasty neighborhood watch lady across the street appears to have been instrumental in putting these people around me and plays a major role in ensuring continuous coverage, obsessively positioning her vehicle in relation to those that are stacked along the property line between this house and that of the south mobbing house owner and running back and forth clicking her key fob at all hours as she seemingly tends a strategically deployed device.) The south mobbing house owner or the Crossfit guy with the tattoos who seems to be resuming his role as assignee, set up a smoker about as close to my front windows as possible a couple of hours ago. Usually the smoker stays on for hours, during which time if I crack my windows to disrupt the acoustic leakage harassment, I am assaulted by the fumes from the smoker. My air purifier, which I recently moved to a short hallway in the center of this small house to make it harder for infrasound to leverage the air currents it generates, reset itself to high a while back because of the pollutants that are drifting in along with the unremitting harassment. Tactics like these are revealing of the absolute lack of conscience possessed by the criminals who mob. One begins to wonder if the City of Seattle shares the Constitution of the United States or whether at least this neighborhood is under the control of some noxiously repressive regime.]