Mobbing and tiny stories of fortune
Being mobbed is like living in a radio. They can't subject you to the abuse they want you to hear without broadcasting information they'd rather you didn't. To wit, what I overheard this afternoon: "How do we get her out of here?" Gosh, I suppose that's the kind of problem that crops up when you...
eing mobbed is like living in a radio. They can’t subject you to the abuse they want you to hear without broadcasting information they’d rather you didn’t.
To wit, what I overheard this afternoon: “How do we get her out of here?”
Gosh, I suppose that’s the kind of problem that crops up when you target complete strangers for forced eviction to suit the bankrupt moral agenda that informs your corrupt investment strategy.
I hear the “get her out of here” comment at least a few times every week. Sometimes I think they say it to “stress” me, as they said early on that they wanted to do. For example, the lowlife in the north house in Albany likes to say, “Get her out of here!” He says that multiple times a day, probably for my benefit. It’s part of the verbal abuse, part of their daily circle jerk.
The more interesting comment was, “She knows about Kismet?” I do. But that’s none of their business, whoever they are. When you’re forced to try and document monitoring, stalking, and other cybercrime with packet captures and heat maps, eventually you run across Kismet, an “open source sniffer, WIDS, wardriver, and packet capture tool for Wi-Fi, Bluetooth, BTLE, wireless thermometers, airplanes, power meters, Zigbee, and more” (https://www.kismetwireless.net).
Apparently Kismet is quite powerful, but you have to build it yourself. I haven’t gotten to it yet but AI can now perform as the right hand of the programmer (and the non-programmer too). In the last months I have used AI to learn about structure-borne sound and conductive coupling, to do some programming, to get help running through the steps necessary to set up a web server and move this blog to a Cloudways server, and to begin with some microcontroller projects that might have stopped the mobbing or discouraged it altogether had I had the kind of help that is readily available with AI. AI changes the equation of technical knowledge with power.
I hope AI becomes like a “move-along stick” victims can use against low-end black hats who smatter neighborhoods with hotspots, blanket them in WiFi, and point directional antennas at their neighbors with the conviction that digital home invasion will give them title to the property. Despite my own negative feelings about AI, I believe victims of isolating crimes like extortion and harassment can make good use of the technology. Victims should be able to make better use of AI if it is well trained, difficult for criminal rings to middle-man, co-opt or control, and provided that AI becomes more sensitive to the phenomenology of victimization.
My case is more difficult. The mobbers are heavily invested in forcing me from my home and ensuring that I am discredited. I’ve made trouble for them and some of them have lied in Court. They have already claimed my desktop, and they’re trying hard to make it stick. But those who are not already victims will have better tools.
The relevance of the Kismet comment for On being mobbed is that it is another indication that these crooks have granular visibility into what I do in the privacy of my home and on my computer. The only reason they would know that I recently learned about Kismet is because they’re reading my communications with ChatGPT. This is probably enabled by the fact that the mobbing house to the north has easy proximity to the electrical and communications infrastructure on the north side, and those in a mobbing house on the south side have done a fair amount of digging close to shared sewer lines as well as to the AT&T fiber cross-connect box.
And speaking of life lived in a radio, decades after its release, I recently ran across Radiohead’s performance of “Creep” (1993). I don’t know how I missed it. The reverb floors me—Johnny Greenwood’s “gnashing noise” as Rolling Stone put it (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonny_Greenwood). Put me in a closed room and loop it full blast. Better than mobbing prattle any day of the week.
Whatever makes you happy
“Creep,” by Radiohead (1993)
Whatever you want
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here
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