Nobody was fooled by Shydavid's diversionary ploy of exteriorizing to Toronto for the weekend, were they? The real Shy "shady" lost his tail and came over Friday for yet another stealth picket in San Diego. We took the "Scientology, $360,000 Space Alien Scam" sign and a bunch of Xenu fliers and hit the street for fun and entheta. As with the last time, many people commented on our matching 'Scientology Kills' T shirts, and shared tales of personality tests in different cities. Amazing how many people the cult has impacted! One guy with a peculiar sense of fun told us about applying for the 'help wanted' sign posted at most orgs. We wound up wandering the streets downtown aimlessly for a few hours. One bar patio was simply packed with suits, free for the weekend and relentlessly having a Happy Hour. Got some serious looks from the office workers there, but no takers. At that point, we were only 2 blocks from the org, so we decided to do a real picket. We uncloaked and walked up the next street so the clams wouldn't see us, and planted ourselves on the corner of 4th and Ash, right outside the org. Many honks and thumbs up there; finally, somebody from the org saw us and told on us. I saw several male scienos peeking at us from around the front door, David noticed a pair of females peering at us as well. They were completely non-confront, we never even got to speak with a clam at all! They were simply peeking at us and scurrying back to the safety of Mother Org. There are apartments kitty-corner to the org, David noticed several flashes from an upper window, as if we were having our picture taken! No one offered us a deal on 8x10 glossies, however. Very mysterious. We finally took our leave of that fair corner. Strolling slowly in case we were followed, we went to Horton Plaza so I could get a Chicago dog at the hot dog stand. Leaving the plaza, a couple of guys coming down the escalator commented on our shirts, and a security guy tried to stop me from giving them a flyer. "They don't own the sidewalk," I snorted derisively, and lured the subjects out onto public property where they could be properly informed. We left the poor security guy there, talking urgently into his little walkie-talkie. Once again, it was a subtle picket, no hooting scientologists were around to gum up the works. We gave out a whopping 12 flyers, still a large number for San Diego, and talked to numerous people about the cult. It never fails to amaze and delight me to see how many passersby know about the cult and its scams! There are 12 more who will never join! Submitted for your approval,
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Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2000 14:29:46 -0700
From: barb <bwarr@pacbell.net>
Subject: ShyDavid's non-picket stealth picket real picket report.
ShyDavid's non-picket stealth picket real picket report. Saturday, July 28, 2000CE Looks like my "I'm in Toronto" ploy did not work--- no one was fooled (neither critics nor clams). Ah, well. I guess I'll just have to either cease such coy plots, or take a TR-L course at the local org. Friday morning at 4:00AM I drove down to my office and put in a few hours of work, and then around noon I walked to me pickup and there was a man watching my pickup--- he had a camera (camcorder) and his description kind of matched the one I got from other folks who were at my office when it was being "revenge picketed" two weeks ago. Gray hair, 50-ish years old. When I took the guy's photograph I managed to spin around in time so I only got his back. But that might be enough: I'll show it to the folks at the marina and see if it's the same guy who put Dead Agent flyers on peoples boats. Speaking of which, the folks at the marina are -STILL- f-ing pissed at that. I'm still getting people coming up and asking me about it, which is an excellent opportunity to give out my Live Agent flyer <http://holysmoke.org/liveagent.htm> The PI (if it was a PI) looked much more professional and more intelligent than the other greasy slob. It's kind of nice to be dealing with a professional for a change. He may have had a back-up guy, as there was another hanging out who was wearing earphones and had a tiny microphone strapped to his chin. But as I said, they may -NOT- have been PIs. I did not establish any stalking behavior from them--- I deliberately did some fancy streetwork to thow off any "tail." I had planned on stopping off at my condo and I do not want them to know where it is nor what name I have bought it under. So Barb and I buckeled up our armor and headed out with one picket sign and a packet of flyers. We went to different bars instead of the ones we went to last weekend--- more entheta with less of a chance of being told to leave and take our sign with us. As stealth pickets go, it was not terribly excisting--- but it was educational! The 12 flyers we passed out reflects only a small percentage of folks we talked to. The huge, vast, monserous, over- whelming, major mojo number of folks already distrust and / or detest and loath Scientology. By actual count, six people walked up and asked us where they could buy a "SCIENTOLOGY KILLS" tee-shirt. Most folks had "horror stories" about being abused and mistreated by the Scientology folks. It still amazes me how many people revile Scientology and its abusive, criminal behavior. In my opinion it is a fundamental impossibility that "Scientology is expanding." The people to add to their victimization quota JUST AREN'T OUT THERE! They have already been vaccinated against the disease. This is why I think going after the front groups is so damn important: that's where the new victims (and their money) is coming from. We met a hell of a lot of homosexuals. Damned if I know why. Case in point was the guy who stoped and asked for a flyer: one day he was walking past the "Celebrety Center" and some "sexy guy" (as he put it--- sounds like an oxymoron to me) walked up to him and started to flirt with him. The guy thought this was great, and when the "sexy guy" ask him to follow him down the street a bit, the guy followed. They went into a Org / "Mission" and there was Hubbard's books staring him in the face! The guy took a staggarded step or two back, and ran out the building. Which proves that Hubbard has a detremental impack on libedo. Then there was a guy who worked with / for the real Cult Awareness Network. He saw the sign and "had to" stop and congratulate / thank up. Congratulations for our vast intellect :-) and thanks for fighting Scientology's crimes and abuses. We spent about 18 minutes outside the crime syndicate's brainwashing center, talking to folks. 100% support, 0% negative towards our message. The only time we received a negative Ack was from a Scientologist who said "You people are weird." As if -WE- were the ones who had the body thetans that only Scientology can wash off! We had every intention of heading to Hemet for an hour protest Saturday morning, but what with the beer and the two hours of sleep, I for one was in no shape to be driving, let alone walk in 110+ degree heat. Maybe next weekend. :-) This is true. P.S. Image of the "PI" guy at my pickup will be posted to a.b.s. in a few days.
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Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2000 21:19:42 -0700
From: barb <bwarr@pacbell.net>
Subject: July 29 2000 8:32 PM Stealth non-picket report
July 29 2000 8:32PM Stealth non-picket report Saturday was a bit more of the same: 12 more Xenu flyers passed out! (11.5 if one counts homeless people as half.) Mistress Barb and I wandered off into the heart of San Diego, proudly displaying our SCIENTOLOGY KILLS tee-shirts. One girl (i.e., almost a woman) turned down the proffered flyer until I said "ANTI-Scientology" at her, upon which she said "Oh! Okay! That's great!" and reached out and happily grabbed a flyer. Seems she had an M/U that, once cleared up, perfect communication ensued. We find this happens over and over again: people either already revile Scientology, or they have never heard of it. One guy yelled at me "Scientology kills! Cool tee-shirt! Won't they, like, kill you for that?" with both of his thumbs up. People still ask us where they may buy anti-Scientology tee-shirts. Seems to me that a critic with a tee-shirt business would make a great deal of money making such tee-shirts. Barb came up with one slogan: "I know the difference between right and Ron." Of course this was after four or five beers, so maybe tomorrow she will not think it quite as clever as she does now. One rather annoying part of the stealth picket, which most folks doing real pickets may not often deal with, is the homeless people pissing on the bench / chair one is sitting upon. (We call these folks "Reagan's Children" because he's the asshole who shut down the hospitals and "freed" the mentally ill.) Mark Bunker gets hammers; we get piss. Ah, well--- it's a 1.1 world out there. One person sat at the table we were at and told us about how his friend was lured into the "Org" just up the street with a promise of a free lunch--- the body router must have given this guy a bullshit "free lunch" story. The guy went into the "org" was was given a "free personality test." He was then sent up stairs via the elevator ("lift" for you Empire blokes) but there was something very, very odd with this elevator: it went up but would not go down! The guy went from the "free personality test" and then the "orientation" film, and then wanted DESPERATELY to flee. He left the "orientation" film, and told folks he was no longer interested; he then went into the elevator and tried to get to the bottom floor, but it refused. The body router said there was a separate elevator to go down: without an escort the person would never find it. Clearly a case of "The way out is the way through." The guy was so turned off by this that he refused all commands that he sign up for "courses." Needless to say, he did NOT get a "free lunch" as promised. You can walk in, but you may not walk out! Sheeeish! Of course anyone who believes there is such a thing as a "free lunch" deserves such abuse. Tomorrow we want to "go to 'church'" and listen to their "sermon." Maybe we can check out the elevator and see if this guy was telling us the truth. The crime syndicate's ad in the newspaper says that EVERYONE is welcome: Barb and I are part of EVERYONE, right? Damn straight! Then we should be quite welcome. At the very least, a WARM welcome can be expected. Some folks asked us about the latest violence in Clearwater against critics, so Barb drew a cartoon face of that freaky woman who dogged Mark Bunker. ("Are you allowed to talk? Mark? Does your leader allow you to talk? Mark? Can you think for yourself, Mark?") It was close enough to the real thing to freak out the people who looked at it. Thick, fat bags under the eyes; carrot nose; ceramic eyes; grimace for a "smile." This method of "picketing" is GREATLY effective! Folks who would not approach someone with a picket sign may approach a person who's sign is put aside and who's calmly drinking a soft drink. (We put the picket sign down sideways at times, and upside-down at other times, so that people would spend more time looking at it.) The method is so effective, we recommend it.

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