I’ve been woken up every morning these last days, by mobbers using plumbing tools or pumps to shoot pressurized air or water into the plumbing system. They must be shooting it in backward through sewer laterals or lines they’ve grabbed hold of, maybe through the drainage for an irrigation system my mother installed that runs close to the south fence line, out to the sewer lateral, and out to the street. It’s a path that opens into the pit that holds a sump pump my mother told me was burned out in the crawl space beneath the bed where I sleep and from where I now write by the backlight of my phone. The attacks are often attended by a beeping sound from what sounds like a heavy truck backing into position or the workings of some heavy equipment.
They shoot the mobbers’ substrate, some debris or fumes that may be energized, conductive, or otherwise supports radio frequency, backward through the channels they mine to get into your home, to you, and to terrorize you into abandoning your rights and your home. I’ve made it harder for them by unplugging the sump pump, which should stop it from being triggered by water, however burned out, and hope no worker plugged it back in to the knob-and-tube electrical that hasn’t yet been bypassed. But the drain lines that open into the crawl space are enough to let the mobbers get to me and though last week a new heat pump heating system was hoisted to and installed in the attic above any rogue ground-plane antennas, pumps, or generators, the mobbers still try to get to me and I can’t help but wonder where the block coordinator’s son goes to work in his reflective vest at dusk and whether this is happening in other parts of Albany where contractors put down Honey Buckets like claim stakes and signs announce the continuing Albany water project.
Having no choice, I will next remove the sump and its pipes and finish getting the house off of knob-and-tube. I’ll have the last of the duct work from the old gas heater and stovetop torn from the basement ceiling, I’ll make arrangements to build this house into a real estate co-op. And I’ll hope some federal investigation soon makes Albany a safer place, a more honest town.
(Postscript: It occurs to me that aerial heat mapping—not even network heat mapping—might be used to find and document this predatory crime.)
