Because True The Vote has got the receipts.
Here's an article that explains what they did:
Law Enforcement’s Use of Commercial Phone Data Stirs Surveillance Fight
https://archive.vn/AQAU8
Very good. Cell phone location tracking leading to identifying cell phones at or near the scene of a crime considered as incidental evidence to determine and examine. This is brilliant.
If True The Vote has data on these trackers during the GA election steal, they can cause criminal charges to be filed against the likes of Raffensperger.
Nothing Raffensperger can do now can save him from criminal operatives turning on him. He deserves to have the book thrown at him.
So, if I understand this correctly, if you’re going to go around committing prosecutable criminal acts, ya absolutely DON’T carry with you a microelectronic radio device that continually squawks to every in-range, on-freq receiver “HEY!! I’M OVER HERE!!”
Criminal rights and privacy advocates can bitch about the use of this data all they like, but the fact is, if you have a cell phone on your person, you are VOLUNTARILY carrying a radio beacon around with you; the radio equivalent of a freakin’ fog horn.
Imagine robbing a bank and blasting one of these things every two seconds, both during AND AFTER your heist:
https://www.colsafety.com/sea-sense-8-oz-air-horn
Would anybody count you as sane if you argued that law enforcement had no right to use your privately-generated blasts to locate you?
What if you just used a bullhorn, instead, and shouted into it repeatedly, “OVER HERE!” Would anybody think you had credibility claiming that racket was of a private nature, and police needed some sort of warrant to use it to track you??
The notion is LUDICROUS on its very face!!
But in the radio realm, that’s what your precious cell phone is doing the whole time it’s on, and if you yelling into a bullhorn isn’t communication of a protected, private nature, the squawking of your cell phone on FCC-regulated public radio bands sure as Hell isn’t, either, and there’s NOBODY needs any sort of warrant to use that repetitive radio screeching to pinpoint your dumb ass.