Artistic Installation.

There are many facets to the movements which seek to oppress us.
They, like Stalin's and Dzerzhinsky's 'Trust', try to acquire the appearance of a dialogue, while all the while remaining in control.
They will seek to represent, or appear to represent, people and organisations that they presume will have influence over us.
They seek to subvert and to rule, to thwart our every ambition, impulse and spark of decency using whatever means they can.
In the day of the telephone it was the exchange.
In the day of radio, it was(overtly) the BBC. 'Radio Radio' indeed.
They fashion themselves to our presumed illusions, and use our own values (which they regard as 'weaknesses') against us when they can.
In the age of the Web, they are in possession of tools which don't register, don't leave us the means to trace and don't respect our self-drawn decency boundaries.
Like the agent in 'Twin Peaks', they write their reports based on the degree of delusion they have inflicted on themselves by attempting to follow the Swallow-dives of our beleaguered minds, and the trauma serves to justify their never-ending persecutions.

In their madness, they propbably imagine that they have sufficient justification for doing what they do; after all, in a world of delusion just one more low route through the chaos to connect with some innocent somewhere will almost certainly go unnoticed.
Think what is at stake.
Why, 'world domination' again! Yes! The ability to terrorise us in our own kitchen is key to securing the imperial boundary of their shrunken perception.
The more they range over the world, the less they see. The further they go, the nearer they are.
They don't like that mad Russian gear, Kaspersky, of course, but I wouldn't depend on it protecting you.
Ultimately there is only one defence.
They fill the vacuum, but only if you leave one.
You must become a control freak.
In the sense that even your wildest and free time is spent making your own noise for your own expression.
You've got to squeeze them out of your space, squeeze them till their pips squeek.
In the time of criminal frights, they are the one doing most of the crime, and they are the ones who must be ignored.
They must be banished to the futility of irrelevence.
When the time comes, they will find that all their years of preparation for the 'end' leaves them buried in a bunker while the Human Race sprints from the start-line.