Tonight I’m in the San Francisco Bay Area, and the mobbers are with me. When I’m here, I stay in the city where I grew up, with an older family member. I tried to tell her, to warn her, in the early months of the mobbing when I believed the hoaxes I heard about them… Continue reading

Granted, I’m of a more idealistic time and place, but I cannot fathom what must be the immense emotional disturbance of the co-captain of the local neighborhood watch who was instrumental in setting up my  mobbing and who has likely participated, or has been “represented” in the parlance of the mobbers, in the mobbing. Take,… Continue reading

For much of the current year, I have had the unexpected pleasure of working a contract in the field of network security, which was more interesting than I might have thought, particularly given my own circumstances of being the victim of a “property  mobbing” that has a strong component of monitoring, hacking, and various radio-… Continue reading

What’s the next best thing to being next door to an inherently unsecure wireless network? Being on the same wireless network. If you’re a hacker on the same network, there are fewer obstacles between you and your target. Instead of picking up packets with a packet sniffer, you can probably just lurk. I don’t know… Continue reading

[Note 05/15/20: This On being mobbed entry was written early, when I was still coming to terms with being the victim of a predatory crime and experimenting with tone in writing about it. I don’t much care for the writing in it; it sounds like something I hammered out when I was feeling upset and… Continue reading

I was just doing dishes at the sink and ignoring the mobbers’ prattle, coming through now on the north side of the house despite sound board and the muted speakers of the television. But having just thumbed through an old copy of Alphonso Lingis’ sensuous philosophy for passages underlined decades ago (Pleasures of the blinking… Continue reading

Earlier this year, worn down by nearly a year of mobbing, I attempted to get anti-harassment orders against the owners of the mobbing houses. By this, I mean the houses from which the mobbers work, some of the houses that “surround” the home in which I reside. I brought with me as many documents as… Continue reading

My birthday fell on one of those infrequent rainy days in Berkeley, one of those days when big drops plop onto windshields and the bay skies are a diffused mass of grey. But I like the rain, and California needs it. I was heading south on Shattuck and, as usual, the mobbers were with me.… Continue reading

It’s been a busy week and I’m preparing to leave to work out of town for the next week. But I did want to tell you about the blog I wrote last night. It’s here, just posted as a page because the two-column format is too restrictive for a larger image. If you don’t notice… Continue reading

Why should the victim of a predatory crime like this one have to “prove” it to get an investigation? What does it take to get the police to investigate claims of monitoring and stalking? Victims of monitoring have no privacy and the perpetrators of monitoring and stalking, especially if they monitor police radio calls, know… Continue reading