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A clear sunny day for about ten suppressives, plus the loveable toy dog 'Duke', to assemble outside the Tottenham Court Road 'org'. We handed ot leaflets, sloganised, Martin P kept up a steady commentary on the microphone and a good time was had by all - well, not actually by the Scientologists. Several of their regular 'Foundation shift' personnel were missing (We enquired about Jacques Vollet and were assured - not very convincingly - that he was all right) and only two or three of them ventured out onto the street to hand out flyers for 'Dianetics' or old copies of 'Freedom'. They had one new face who was enthusiastically handing out the flyers, but was unable to engage in any conversation.

Perhaps he needs a 'Communication Course'? A female in 'Sea Org' uniform was visible within the shop, but she never stayed timidly 'non-confront'. Reaction from passers-by was uniformly favourable. Several people knew off www.xenu.net, and one knew of David Gerard. One even offered money for the cause. We ran out of leaflets after about an hour, but then we discovered some forgotten at the bottom of a bag. Perhaps if we had been 'Clear' we would have remembered this earlier? We had some more printed at a nearby print shop - but not as many as we would have liked as the machine evidently developed 'photocopier pneumonia' after being exposed to the OTIII materials. (Note to ARSCC- UK: there is also a Kopy-Kwik just south of Warren Street Tube station)
After about two and a half hours we called it a day.

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John Ritson *** "The bead of the Galactic Federation (76 planets around larger stars visible from here) (founded 95,OOO,OOO years ago, very space opera) solved overpopulation (250 billion or so per planet - 178 billion on average) by mass implanting.. He caused people to be brought to Teegeeack (Earth) and put an H-Bomb on the principal volcanos incident II) and then the Pacific area ones were taken -in boxes to Hawaii and the Atlantic area ones to Las Palmas and there "packaged". His name was Xenu. He used renegades. Various misleading data by means of circuits etc was placed in the unplants. When through with his crime loyal officers (to the people) captured him after six years of battle and put him in an electronic mountain trap where he still is. "They" are gone. The place (Confederation) has since been a desert. The length and brutality of it all was such that this Confederation never recovered. The implant is calculated to kill (by pneumonia etc) anyone who attempts to solve it. This liability has been dispensed with by my tech development." L. Ron Hubbard ***

From: Dave Bird <dave@xemu.demon.co.uk>
Subject: Re: Picket Report - London
Date: Sat, 2 Dec 2000 23:25:47 +0000
Organization: Smelling--nose Dogs for the Anosmic
Message-ID: <DfsiiGD7TYK6EwgY@xemu.demon.co.uk>
In article<7NDW6JABQVK6EwX6@jritson.demon.co.uk>, John Ritson writes:

>A clear sunny day for about ten suppressives, plus the loveable toy
>dog 'Duke', to assemble outside the Tottenham Court Road 'org'. We
>handed out leaflets, sloganised, Martin P kept up a steady commentary
>on the microphone and a good time was had by all - well, not actually
>by the Scientologists.
I got up about 07:00 and under way 08:00 to get the 08:45 train, three hour trip to London instead of two; I don't know whether this has made news abroad but the UK rail system is up the spout.

Turn left out the tube station and left, left, left along to our favourite pub. There was me, Jens, John, Damian, Steve, Martin, Hartley, Roland, and another guy who will introduce himself.

At 13:00 on the dot we pitched up in front of the Org with a shout of "Carol Singers" and launched into "On the First Day of Christmas Scientology Gave Me... A Dog Drowned In a Garden Pool."

For or five songs later MartinP did the microphone for slogans and text. Roland and John were in good voice too. It took 20 minutes to get the first clam out against us leafleting.
FREE PERSONALITY TESTING AND REMOVAL They had this new guy, all he could do over again robotically was say "hello, would you like one thank-YEW". I quickly launched into parodying HelloWoudYaLikeoneThankYEW HelloWouldYouLikeONeThankYEW (like the record "Ello John Gotta New Mota?"). Flunk for giggling, begin again, now: START. Flunk for non-confront. "Laydeez and gennnulmun, roll up rollup to see that Sceintology mark one idiot. Two months ago this was a standard model human being.

Now after just fifteen hundred quid's worth of Scientology training, his vocabulary is reduced to just 7 words, HelloWouldYouLikeOne Thank-YEWWWW. "

Now, why would this person say just those seven words? Well, first he has paid a lot of money not to communicate and this is what scientology does to you. Why doesn't he say like I do ''hello, would you like a LEAFLET about SCIENTOLOGY the CULT which is trying to RIP YOU OFF.'' It seems that would enter into discussing the content of what he's handing out. From time to time I would try to increase his vocabulary by standing opposite and saying "it's not 'one' it is a 'leaflet'. Ayyy.... LeeeFlutt.

Lee-Flutt. Repeat after me: Leeeflutt."

'Leaflet' did seem to be the key word, as we had only a moderate stock between us which the public eagerly took, and we kept sending out scouts in different directions to find a photocopier shop.

>Several of their regular 'Foundation shift' >personnel were
missing (We enquired about Jacques Vollet and were >assured - not very convincingly - that he was all right) I saw the lemon-sucking trumpet-player sneak down the road for a coffee. He is still there, though he may be demoted. No sign of Koko the pencil-necked geek, or of the Piltdown Scotsman.

There was a rather limp Spanish woman like a piece of wilted lettuce, who (incredibly) may be the ED now. She was taking photos rather half-heartedly. When I came up to them she did the most unconvincing tone four-and-a-bit I have ever seen.

"You should be over there, you are on our property." "Nonsense."

"I'm telling you." "Well, you're telling me nonsense. Look, those glass slabs for your cellar skylight are where your building -- your property -- ends, and I am on the public pavement."

Wogs at cause :-> !

Anyway, a pretty good demo from 13:00 to 15:30 then we went back to the pub. Weather: clear skies and cold, by me, I kept my padded jacket on throughout. All in all a nice day out. Back very soon........

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