Today I was joined by the eevil SP David Rice in our quest to bring order to this quadrant of the universe. Our wonderful Scientology infestation began before we'd even left the driveway. We were out front waiting for a cab, and a tannish-gray van cruised up and stopped in the middle of the intersection by my house. While I was watching this blatant stupidity, the driver took our picture and drove off! We did not see him come by again, the cab came, and we were on our way to Day II of the ComiCon. We set up where we'd picketed yesterday. One of our first customers was "Smiley," the guy who'd shadowed us yesterday. I can now confirm that it is the same guy who photographed us and David's truck at Gold Base, he dyed his hair and it's not an improvement! I recognised him by his teeth, which look fake. He wasn't wearing his "Corn of many lands" T-shirt this time. He traded us a crumpled up printout of David's DA page, as seen on www.religiousfreedomwatch.org for a Xenu flier. How many Xenu fliers do those guys have by now, I wonder!

This time, we didn't have our watchers in place. Smiley was off doing whatever OSA goons do when they're not filming human rights activists, and Xenu went like hotcakes! As before, we had some interesting conversations with passersby. One older gent told us he had worked with a Scientology spy in an IRS office! I would have liked to speak with him longer. We received lots of thumbs up, many people turned down our fliers because they already knew that Scientology sucks! Many people approached us and asked for fliers, and we gave the curious the quick Scientology in a clamshell rundown.

At one point a security guard came down to see what we were doing, but didn't give us any trouble. It seems that Smiley objected to our presence there and made his displeasure known. A few of the younger crowd were downright enthusiastic about asking about Xenu inside! We even met a friend of Keith Henson, who's name completely escapes me now.

Apparently he worked with Keith, and said to wish him the best.

Just before we broke for lunch, we had a fairly long chat with a guy who has an online zine. I got his email addy and promised to write up some tales of picketing Scientology for him. He got a wee taste of what's in store, when David and I decided to get a bite at the Tin Fish. I had packed up the few remaining fliers in my backpack and turned my sign around so they wouldn't think we were soliciting on Convention Center property. Our zine publisher friend was in a cluster of folks up the sidewalk in the direction we wanted to go. As we started onto Convention Center property, we were stopped by a security guard who said we could not walk through. Disgusted, I was willing to walk around, as I could see Smiley preparing to get tape of us being hassled. David wasn't having any. "Who says?" he asked the guard, who must have been all of 20 years old if that.

"He does," said the guard, pointing at Smiley.

"But that guy is an employee of Scientology!" I argued. "He has no authority here!"

He went over and spoke to Smiley. It seems the creep objected to our signs (reversed) our fliers (packed up) and our T-shirts (Scientology Kills!) This junior dork in training had been told by Smiley that we were criminals and should not be allowed on the property! Worse, he was willing to take orders from this aging rent-a-clam with a bad dye job! A real security guard was called, and I pointed out that we were not soliciting, wished to pass through, had been protesting Scientology abuses, and moreover, the complainant was either hired by or in Scientology!

"You can pass," she motioned us through. We gave Smiley the thumb to the nose gesture for the camera as we strutted past, and I threw in an extra gesture for free!

We handed out more fliers on the restaurant patio, and I was watching for our lying watchclammie to shadow us some more. I had the foresight to bring my Russian Army Pocket Binoculars, and I spied him over by the Hilton Hotel where our shadow had stuck yesterday. He may not have seen us, as he continued on up Fifth Avenue, probably thinking we were embarked on a stealth picket as we reported doing last year.

Caught a cab back home, no sign of Smiley on the ride back or here.

David stayed to watch Invader Zim, then he hit the road with plans for Ensenada if followed.

Our day was full of life, and goo...mission goo! Mission was accomplished, and no clams were harmed in its execution.

What manner of horrible enturbulation lies in the very near future?

HAHAHAHAHAHA! Stupid Clam-animals! You'll just have to wait and see!

This is true.

-- Barb
Chaplain, ARSCC
http://members.home.net/bwarr1/index.htm
http://www.geocities.com/bwarr_2000/ mirror site "Every week, every month, every year, every decade and now every century, Scientology does weird and stupid things to damage its own reputation." - Steve Zadarnowski "Comparing Scientology to a motorcycle gang is a gross, unpardonable insult to bikers everywhere. Even at our worst, we are never as bad as Scientology." - ex-member, Thunderclouds motorcycle "club"

(And yes, the gods really are amusingly crazy. Several years ago I was living in a boarding house filled with lesbians; then I spent a year living on a multi- million-dollar yacht; then I spent a year living on the street; then another half-year on a million-dollar yacht; now I'm in a monastery that used to be a nun's convent but was taken over by a male-only Catholic order. Is this any way for the gods to treat me?!

Like a football kicked around by Ishtar and Kali, with Ra intercepting every now and then?) So there we were, walking out of The San Diego Enturbulator's Fortress (TSDEF) which doubles as Barb's residence, and I turn to Barb and say "That guy's taking our photograph." We stand there and watch, posing with my better side (the right) to the camera. When one objects to Scientology's crimes and human rights abuses, this odd behavior by the crime syndicate is behavior one just comes to ignore; sort of like living in East Africa where the natives don't even bother shooing flies away from their food anymore, since there's no point in doing so.

The taxi was transformed into our ground-based enturbulation transport vehicle (GBETV) and it deposited up near the convention center.

Yes, yes, yeah... I know I've said it many times;

yeah, I know I've seen it many, many, many more times than said it--- it STILL amazes me how many people are disgusted with Scientology's behavior. We found, once again, that people either have never heard of Scientology, or they have nothing but negative words and (expressed) feelings about the sinister organization.

From some 1800 (estimate) people who passed us, ZERO expressed any positive words or gestures about the Scientology business. This is vastly different than other, similar, businesses I have protested, such as the KKK, the American Nazis, or Randal Terry's "Operation 'Rescue:'" there are always hateful, ignorant people who speak in support of such organizations when other people protest them--- the dislike of Scientology's actions appears to be universal.

People came up to us and asked us for Xenu flyers.

Some times they came in "droves" of a dozen at a time, and at other times in ones and twos.

Many people had events they shared with us concerning their brief contact with the criminal business. My favorite was the magazine guy, who really had his shit all together concerning Scientology, abuse of legal process, abuse of free speech, and how criminal cults work. Last I saw of him, he was raging at the senile old fart with the bad hair-dye job filming us, and at the child working security who denied us passage to lunch.

Now, I take my lunch VERY SERIOUSLY. Anyone who stands between me and a cheese sandwich is libel to be eaten or at least partially gnawed upon. So when Barb and I stood up, packed our kit bags (120 XENU and I THINK SCIENTOLOGY IS HURTING PEOPLE flyers had been handed out), and headed down the PUBLIC SIDEWALK to a fish restaurant, the child working security stood in our way.

No, I did not eat him.

However, I was astonished. Amazed. Flabbergasted.

Bewildered and confounded. No one has EVER dared stand between me and my lunch before! When I turned to the child security guy and said "What? Why?" the dopey, ancient, decrepit, bad hair-dyed-job, brown-teethed, cartoon-like-grinning, odd guy stalking us rushed up with his motion picture camera to film what he no doubt hoped would be a "confrontation."

The security child said he was told Barb and I were not allowed to walk down the sidewalk. When asked why, he said "Somebody told me." When asked "Who told you," he said "Some man told me." When asked which man, he pointed to BadDyeJob and said: "That guy.

Stay here!" The child got on the radio and started yelling for police.

Yes, POLICE!

Not another security person, but The Law. I wailed "This is an outrage!" and he wailed even louder into the radio "I need the police! Out front!" Only then did it occur to me that I was two feet taller than him, 90 pounds heavier, and I was standing too close (though to be fair, he walked up to me that close:

I was blocked from stepping backwards by the crowd that was forming behind us; nor could I move to the right since that was Convention Center property and I did not wish to trespass; nor could I step to the left, since the magazine guy and his friends had stepped over and were adding their voices to the chorus of "Who says [we/they] can't walk down the sidewalk?!"

For all of two minutes it was a bit of a zoo.

Barb pointed out to the security child that the person who was giving him orders (BadDyeJob) was and is a nobody (in every sense of the word), and had no "authority"

to be saying who may and may not walk upon a public sidewalk. The kid did not know how to handle the situation, and that makes me damn sad: the Scientology crime syndicate doesn't give a shit about the people they use and abuse like they did this kid.

Several people from the magazine crowd said that BadDyeJob looked violent. The head magazine guy said "Shit!

Look at him: he could snap at any minute!" One of the girls there (age 19 or so) said she would be afraid to have someone "who looks like that" as a neighbor.

In answer to the kid's call for help, another security person came along. I said "This guy won't let me go to lunch!" (I was being funny; I was having a very amusing, entertaining time by now.) Barb said "That person over there is a Scientologist; he doesn't want us to walk down the sidewalk." The new security person took a brief, dismissive glance at BadDyeJob, jerked her head to the side, and said "Go ahead!" and gestured down the sidewalk towards the fish restaurant. She gave BadDyeJob a snarl, and then we were on our way.

The magazine owner said "Why's this guy filming me?

I think I'll go over and ask him!" But we did not hang around to watch.

As we passed BadDyeJob, I put my thumb to my nose and wiggled my fingers at him. He moved his face away from the view finder, looked to his left down the road a bit, and THEN GROANED with a "I'm disgusted"

sound. While Barb passed, she gave him a I Want To Be Your Pal gesture (you know: with the middle finger).

Clearly, there must have been a REASON for the crime syndicate to not want us to walk down the street:

I have a suggestion why. In retrospect I suspect that Jonathan Travolta was then on his way and expected any minute, so that he would be on hand to sign copies of "Battlefield Earth" inside the convention center.

While we were walking past the underground garage, a very long white stretched limo drove in, which Travolta is known to use now and then (aka Steve Hasen's book gift). I think it a possibility that Travolta's arrival and our passing the garage driveway was within seconds of each other, and Travolta would have seen the protest signs and tee-shirts.

BadDyeJob said he objected to our tee-shirts. I've no idea why: Scientology DOES kill! Does a sane person object to the truth, or ignore an observed fact?

While walking past the convention center, the security child walked behind us. I asked him "What the hell WAS all this about?" He said "I don't know. I have no idea." He then asked Barb and I if we had ever been convicted for crimes! LOL! Seems that BadDyeJob had been slandering us, telling this kid a few huge lies. The only time I've been to the police station is to visit my lesbians, or to report a crime; I've no "convictions," and the crime syndicate knows that very damn well. Barb had one "conviction," involving a pocket knife hanging from her automobile's mirror many years ago (who the fuck would know that isn't legal in California?!). Yeah, a real couple of desperadoes, us! (NOT!) This is True

A woman was posted as lookout clam nearby. Staring down "ars possibles"

During primetime 12-1:00 Saturday I saw only a couple potential customers approach the booth. Translation: They lost money on the show big time.My intention was to make them paranoid thru the newsgroup,at the least.

Barb phoned to give me a "heads up".

The real beauty of what happened was they truly spent more manpower and money, chasing Barb and crew than they did at the Con selling. I did some asking around regarding if people were aware of bridge at a couple booths.The Kids are aware of who they are and most avoid them like the plague. We got them ready for a major PR assault and they took the bait.
Michael "How perfectly goddamned delightful it all is,to be sure." -Charles Crumb www.theprofit.org SP8

we have no 'affiliation.'"

This morning the question struck me as Standard Crime Syndicate bullshit being thrown at us.

The woman had this hateful, ugly smirk on her face and her body language was that of a poison snake, trying to edge closer to Barb and I but unable to do so because of the crowd talking to us (at this point there was some 10 to 15 people asking us questions all at once, while a hurricane of flyers was being distributed ask fast as our four collective arms could pass them through the crowd).

> questions all at once, while a hurricane of flyers
> was being distributed ask fast as our four collective
> arms could pass them through the crowd).
I remember that now! I had a fleeting thought at the time that it was very similar to "who's paying you?"

The cult doesn't have the word 'altruistic' in its word clearing dictionary!

--
Barb
Chaplain, ARSCC
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