On being mobbed

It was late in the day of the Solano Stroll, a fair that stretches the slope of Solano from Southern Pacific Railroad’s Northbrae Tunnel west to the San Pablo Avenue and the Albany flatlands. It was bright and hot as a woman crossed the street towards the Albany house, her face fully hidden by a medical mask paired with dark glasses, a lock of curly black hair falling forward. She paused in front of the house, then moved north over the sidewalk to pause in front of the lowlife house, appearing to raise her phone before her in her hands. It was curious, but curious things happen all the time when you’re being mobbed.

I turned and went inside, and heard a woman say, perhaps over a hotspot or walkie-talkie app, “Because of you, we’re on the Internet.” It seemed as though it was a statement of blame made to those in the lowlife house, the house with the best access to the infrastructure of the Albany house, the house whose access and assault probably makes or breaks a mobbing.

It’s been a while since I put out an update on some visible changes to the mobbing configuration from the lowlife house. And while I’m close to publishing part 2 of Mobbing, knob-and-tube wiring and the tactical use of wireless services at home (part 1), it’ll be at least a few more days. In the interim, here are a few components of the mobbers’ radio.

This image was taken from the living room of the Albany house; note the open window on the left border of the image. This is the side of the house hosting the Dobby access points shown in Pictures from a mobbing (part 2). The blog entry on Netspot, Stop mobbing crimes with data: Visualize nearby networks with NetSpot, talks about how you can visualize rogue access points in your own home.

The blog entry Pictures from a mobbing (part 6) shows how debris from an apparent air-conditioning system used to be emitted from the window (component 4). In the last year, the lowlife not only dug under or around the concrete that secured the front gate post and broke the gate on my side, but put up a new gate of his own on his side, hanging it from one of the planks in the middle of a fence section, in a manner that is surely damaging the fence. Then he affixed a piece of metal that might be galvanized or otherwise conductive to the wood fencing and hung his oddly positioned gate off of that (component 1).

Here is where it gets more interesting. The metal lines up with my electric meter—repositioned when a new electric service was installed. My meter is not “smart”; changing out the meter was one of the first things I did to see its impact on the mobbing after taking over the household utilities for my mother. The pole noted as 2 is the lever of a heavy duty shop jack. The jack was once next to an old oxygen or other gas tank that stood at the grille of an old classic car. The car was finally removed after the apparent death of the last of those who lived at that house when I was a child. The ladder noted as 3 has been standing there for months—not sure if it is steel or aluminum.

When I walk along that side of the house and beneath the constantly running air-conditioner, the mobbing abuse is heard at low volume as though emitted from the appliance. Sometimes I put a fan out there, to break up the air currents and try to keep more of the mobbing substrate from getting into the house through the window panes which are the point of the greatest entry for radio frequency, or into the siding and onto the wiring and piping that carries flows of electricity and water into the house or back to ground. These days I also think more about how mobbers might attack homes just for the content of metal—corroded or otherwise—in the materials used to build and repair houses and in the implements and tools we keep in them. I think about the use of magnets to tamper with meters (https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0378779620302066), and how corroded metal becomes conductive (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rusty_bolt_effect). I think about how things have been quieter not only as I’ve rid the basement of some of the infrastructure that fueled the mobbing attacks, but with the removal of metal.

If you want to see how they use it, do something for me, for others who’ve been victimized before me, and for others who will be victimized after me if those who should do something continue to look the other way. It’s time to clean up Albany. Investigate this matter. The wee hours are a good time to pick up the signal.