With my roommate gone for the holidays, the mobbers have been working at feverish pitch. Taking advantage of my sleeping at the back of the house, they batter me throughout the night from adjacent yards and nearby properties outfitted with motion-detectors, IoT, and signal boosting repeaters and extenders.
The moment my roommate left, I immediately returned to shutting down nearly all circuits. Updating the knob-and-tube wiring mitigated the worst effects of the electrical interference from the mobbing, but when criminals run their scams over the utilities and communications systems that run above and below ground, the monkey wrenching is tough to defeat. It’s high time federal investigators did some digging of their own. Without their help or—in the East Bay—the interest of the branch of the Alameda County Prosecutor’s Office that investigates real estate scams, a victim of mobbing is left with little more than countermeasures. Sadly as I have found, the office of the Alameda County Prosecutor appears to be more interested in scams in which the victim has already been bilked out of a provable sum by identifiable individuals instead of scams that involve not only city corruption but sabotage and the kind of monkey wrenching likely to result in the loss of life as well as the loss of home. Crimes of all kinds are enhanced with technology and digital features these days. It’s time for law enforcement to level up.
Within days, with the full run of the house, I moved to another room to sleep. This seemed to anger and frustrate the lowlife in the north house, and though the sleep deprivation (legally considered a form of torture) was not as severe as the previous few nights, I woke during the night to hear him complaining over some radioed device about the difficulty he was having with his monkey wrenching: “I can’t make it go over there.”
This morning, however, the Sunday that begins a week when both Hanukkah and Christmas will be celebrated, it was unusually quiet, the mobbing voices subdued. It must have been after 8:00 a.m. when I heard a mobber say over some amplified microphone or walkie talkie app, “We’re not gettin’ her out….” And then after a minute, “We’re gonna have to do it with her here.”
I wasn’t quite sure about the last words. But when I left the house a half-hour later, there was a large truck with fenced sides backed into a driveway down the block. It was the kind of truck that signals the start of construction. Passing by, I saw what was appeared to be a “For Sale” sign discarded in the driveway.
Hey good people of Albany, don’t wait until they start stalking you in and out of state to terrorize you out of your rights. Don’t wait until conniving block coordinators and neighborhood watch captains defame and slander you in their drive to criminalize your residency and sully your life. Don’t wait until these crooks start lodging civil complaints with the City of Albany and calling the Albany Police on you to intimidate you out of your home. If you let them get away with doing it to me, they’ll know they can do it to you. Don’t wait ’til they get to your block.
