These Perps Have a Name

For almost the entire time I have known that I am under surveillance and being harassed anonymously, I also have known the name of my main harassers. (True modern-day Hitlers, as you will come to understand reading this blog.) The Chief Perpetrator is named Ron, and his technical go-to boy is named Rick.

How do I know this? Because I hear them calling to each other pretty much every hour of my waking life. Sounds weird, I know, but it's true. The surveillance operation likely is built on a communication system that uses laser technology to eavesdrop on us, and sonar technology to broadcast voices to me. I can't figure out whether this happens through a sound projection device (like the Audio Spotlight) or through what the U.S. military has developed and calls "voice to skull."

Both sound like something out of a Martian movie, and thus people who are harassed with these technologies seldom are taken seriously. But they exist (click the links above to check them out), and they are most likely used on innocent people all over the world. I have come to understand that they are used on me, after years of thinking maybe I was crazy.

How does this relate to my Sunshine Boys Rick and Ron? At times, I can hear them talking to each other -- obviously via some type of network that I am able to hear somehow. I don't usually hear their conversations, which are too muffled to understand. But I clearly hear their calls to each other.

A typical scenario involves Ron barking out a "Rick," which often is followed within seconds by a ping on my TV set, or the sound of Rick's voice calling out my name near a window. Clearly these tricksters have bugged the ventilation shafts of the house, because Rick's voice often can be heard calling out my name from right around the vents.

After all these years of experiencing this, it rates as a minor hassle and in some ways an absurd joke. The idea that these two goons would think that I am still perplexed, or freaked out, by their voice trickery, is amusing. But it is their primary method of ensuring hourly harassment of me--and of building up their tenuous macho self-esteem by fucking with innocent people--so the practice persists.