Transferred from OCMB: Part 2:

venusian traindriver (Choochooman) Monday, December 02, 2002 - 12:31 am Stealth Entheta..

Part 2.

Basically, what we did was to be non-confront, remain anonymous, and sms to each other descriptive details of people who had stumbled into the clams display on the pretext of a free stress test. We took turns at approaching the victims (out of clam sight) and warned them that they had been talking to scientologists, and advised them how to acess "operation clambake" for the truth about scientology.

We also added some appropriate info about xenu and the OT3 story, dianetics = scientology etc, and the findings of the Anderson report,.... and what the courses will cost them.

Most were horrified!- unaware that they had been talking to scientologists. Some were not interested in talking about their experience with the clams, and it appears that they were not interested in scientology too, but all said that they would check out operation clambake and took the piece of paper offered.

BTW, Canberra ACT has the highest ratio of families owning a computer with internet access than any other Australian capital city. The internet here is a powerful tool.

Of all the people the clams spoke to, we managed to intercept and warn at least 95% of them. The clams were totally unaware.

Of course the clams could say I was making this all up, but here are some incidents that will jolt them.

Smarmy-smile spoke at length to a small asian gentleman, and actually sold him a diarettics book, shaking his hand afterwards. When approached by me, this man was surprised that he had been talking to scientologists and admitted that the reason why he bought the book was so that he could escape their persistent sales routine. Not only was he going to check out OC, but was astounded to know that there was no science in scientology - or proof in diarettics!. The Xenu story made him laugh, and he expressed the desire never to end up like poor Lisa McPherson. He thanked me sincerely and said that wanted to keep both his life and his money!

Another man was overhead ribbing the newspaper-distributorette. He said that he did not want the paper as he knew all about Xenu and the ot3 crap. The unattractive clamette followed him wanting to know where he had heard this story . "Its all over the internet" was his reply, and her smile wavered. As she was now quite some distance from her banana-van she then retreated. I asked this fellow to grab a paper for me on his return journey by the satnd, but she refused to offer him one.

Another man was "given the charms" by the asian-clamette for quite some time. (he wore a blue cap, clam chaps!). When I advised him afterwards that he had been speaking to scientolgists, he was stunned! He was unaware who they were saying aloud "They are a bunch of kooks and crooks, only after money", and clutching a piece of paper with xenu.net and operation clambake references scribbled on it, he went back to confront the clams.

I did not hear the the conversation, but smarmy-smile's jaw dropped, and they all were shocked when this blue-capped gentleman grabbed a pair of cans, stuck one against his ear and proceeded to talk into the other like an old fashioned telephone. They were not amused, But several watching stallholders who had been alerted to the clams presence (and crimes) went into fits of giggles, and the clam expressions were priceless!

Is that enough, OSA, to convince you that the Canberra clams efforts had been neutered?

And to the asian clamette, who at closing time at midday held and looked longingly at that wine glass, part of a set of wine glasses on display at the next stall - You could have bought it if you had not wasted your money on useless courses. And then you could have invited your relatives and friends to join you in a toast to your freedom from those quite attractive wine glasses ... wake up, girl! - you are young and attractive - and so was Lisa Macpherson. Learn from her experience and live.

And when it was all over, the clams packed up their gear into their banana-van, with smarmy-smile packing away the eeek meters into their hard-shell matching coloured cases. And he put the white one carefully in the back of the van, behind the driver side.... He He!- The venusians were watching your every move! Feeling uneasy, my - marcabian-fearing friends? - they ARE out there!

And when they drove out of the Market area, with the asian clamette in the front passenger seat alongside driver smarmy-smiles, they did not see the venusian traindriver laughing at them, even though smarmy-smiles looked right at him! Gee, no OT powers there, he could not spot a laughing SP standing two meters away from him.

So, after a Chineses meal/feast (nice rice, no beans) at "club 83", the venusian traindriver, bid farewll to Canberra, returning home satisfied.

Thanks to "the (bad)conductor" - (he has a high resistance to e-meters ), Fireman Sam, The Fat Controller, and Thomas the Tanked engine, all of whom didn't physically meet each other but knew of each other's presence via sms messaging. Hey OSA, watch out! I might assemble the crew at Melbourne next time! Keep looking under your beds at night...

the venusian traindriver (...and Crew)

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