Toronto Picket Report, March 11 2000:

Part One- "Rambo Ramsay "

Picketers:

10am to 1pm - Artemis, //\ndroidCat, Gregg Hagglund and exScns Mike Argue and Dave Palter.

2pm to 5pm -//\ndroidCat, DeepWog, Gregg Hagglund, exScns Dave Palter and Nan Maclean.

Weather: Wet cold. Kinda chilly Flyer Count: 550+ Incidents:

Pre-Picket:
Police Called: Ramsay cautioned by Police about possible Criminal Harassment of Hagglund Clan.

During Picket:

Hired Duty Officer issues two cautions:

1. Mike Argue cautioned that saying "F---er" very loudly could get him a ticket for disturbing the peace.

2. Dave Palter cautioned about 'unwanted spontaneous hugging' of a Co$ public.

Hired Duty Officer opines Court Order needed to halt Co$ new aggressive 'Picket Chicken' efforts.

*** Toronto Picket Report,
March 11 2000:

Pre picket Report:

I arrived at my usual Isabella St. Parking Lot east of the Toronto Org at about 9:15 am. I had speed-dialed 52 Division public phone on my Cel phone as I approached the lot as it is my habit to remind the Foot Patrol Duty Sergeant we will be picketing.

So there I am, phone in hand, pulling into my usual spot in this virtually deserted lot, and who should be waiting for me, but the Repugnant Mr. Ramsay.

Ring Rambo Ramsay, dressed in a dark parka with the hood up, is staring at me thru' my front window. He is standing about 15 feet in front of my car, beyond the knee high parking lot edge fencing. He is in a public parkette at a bench.

Ring He has a stare on him that sends chills up my spine.

Piercing eyes.

I become afraid.

Ring -------Seem odd? Me being intimidated by Ramsay this way?

Especially since many of you know I have picketed for three years and faced many a baleful TR Stare?

Perhaps.

However only a few days before I had received a vile and emotionally damaging letter from Mr. Ramsay.Part of the letter was a boast about how he had usurped and appropriated my Intellectual Property. His banter reeked of self importance and power. Like I was helpless, in his view, before his strength. Reminiscent of the Rev.

Bagley power tripping epistle of years back. Most of the Ramsays letter contained a rambling rant full of fractured and fancied facts, half truths, irrational assumptions & defaming accusations.

To me they appeared to come from a madman.

Juxtapose that with the letter Ramsay had lately sent to Ron Sharp (AndroidCat) where in he had stated his personal 'power fantasy' about forcing me to do an eight hour 'Apology' Picket under his control and direction....

Then juxtapose that with Ramsays openly reckless emotional harassment inflicted on my parents, (whom he *had to know were old and frail*) , by sending them a copy of the successful intimidating letter he had sent my brother....

And now here he is waiting for me.

A possible lunatic fanatic with apparent self delusions of grandeur, charged with 'destroying utterly' an Enemy so as to protect the maundering of another madman who had proposed SPs and others, would be 'disposed of quietly and without sorrow'.

Scant witnesses around on a cold morning and in an area where there had been two murders in the last 10 days.

Ring What did he want? What was he capable of? What was his state of mind? What may he have concealed in those large parka pockets?

Ring If I saw that look on a motorists face when I worked Canada Customs so long, long ago, what would I have done?

Hit the alarm, that's what.

52 Division answered the phone. I briefly introduce myself, the days plans and detail my current situation with Ramsay and my desire to avoid a violent confrontation.

Ramsay starts to pace back and forth opposite me.

He looks away and then looks back at me, visibly impatient.

I have not exited the car. I put a smile on my face and pretend a relaxed air as I converse with the Desk Officer. I describe Ramsay and what he is doing. Also my physical location, car plate, make and colour. Should I back away and leave, I ask? No, I am advised. Unwise.

Stay in the car, look relaxed and stay on the phone. A patrol car is being sent.

Ramsay is becoming more agitated.

Its cold. He wants to do whatever he has planned and why don't I get off the phone and out of the damn car?..

Then my cel beeps twice and dies.

I haven't even turned off the car yet, I realise. With the engine still running, I 'stay on the phone' while I fumble about for the car phone charger. My hand finds the charger and plugs it in the jack. Dial tone. I thumb my speed dial code for home. Jennifer answers. I tell her what is going on and that the police are coming.

She becomes upset and I try to reassure her (and myself) nothing is likely to happen.

A minute or two pass while we talk.

Ramsay is back to staring hard at me. I pretend to ignore him. Mime a laugh, smile etc.

A few minutes more pass.

No cops.

Ramsay is back to pacing and now smoking. He is smoking in that short tight manner that every smoker ( and ex smoker) is familiar with. The 'I am pissed off ' drag. He throws me a glare as he turns about at each end of his circuit.

I suggest to Jen that I'll hang up and call 52 again. No way she says. Jen wants me to give her the number and she'll call 52 on our unlisted phone. I do and she does. Just as she finishes re explaining the situation to 52 Division- two squad cars come up Isabella and park near my position. Two Officers, a man and a woman come to speak with me. I stay in the car.

Jen stays on the phone to listen as I converse with the Police.

Relieved, I explain the situation at length. The Officers agree, given my information is correct, Mr. Ramsay should be advised of the criteria of Criminal Harassment.

Ron Sharp arrives and hears the end of my conversation with the Officers. They go to speak to Ramsay.

I assure Jen that all is well now and we say goodbye.

I finally turn off and get out of the car . Ron and I wait while the Officers talk with Ramsay. Ramsay is calm and quiet. He gives them no flack.

It's getting close to 9:45. I suggest Ron head over to the Coffee shop where the others should be waiting and inform them of what is going on.

The Officers come back to me and advise they have down all they can. We briefly discuss what my next legal option could be.

I thank them and they go back to their cruisers. Ramsay stays in the parkette and sits on the bench. He is 'hard' smoking again. The officers stay to watch him while I cross the parking lot to the north, away from Rambo Ramsay and head for the Second Cup.

Once I join those waiting I explain all the details.

Strengthened by my companions words of support and sympathy my confidence comes rushing back.

Now back to the cars, as a group, for our gear and on to the Picket.

It's going to be an odd, uncivilised day.

*** Stay tuned for Toronto Picket Report March 11 2000:
Part Two- " FelskeTried Picket Chicken"

Best, Gregg Hagglund SP5

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