From: Keith Henson <hkhenson@netcom3.netcom.com>
Date: 21 Jun 2000 22:35:51 GMT
Message-ID: <8irg07$m22$1@slb3.atl.mindspring.net>
For some reason my report of last night failed to post.
What with getting away late and running into a number of delays, it was
dark when I got to the cults base at Hemet. I gave them a short picket
anyway--felt obligated, according to people who have been watching, they
have been in a heads down mode since Sat.
Today I got out there at 8 am. They are more active than they were last
time I was here, the construction people are working, but away from where
they can see the road. The main plaza and underpass is still deserted.
About 1 in 200 cars stops to talk. Of them (from this morning to two pm
when I took a break) three cars had people who knew Ashlee Shaner. One
was an American Indian who told a tale related by his sister. About a
year and a half ago, she was driving through and noticed this guy being
chased. She called 911 and watched as he was beaten into submission.
Before the Highway Patrol could get there, she was run off by threats
from the guards. Later she checked up and found that no incident report
had been made at all.
One guy knew Gilman Springs before Hubbard bought it and hated the cult
for turning from a fun place into (as Grady once put it) a Nazi theme
park. To be honest, they have trimmed back some of the worst barb wire
tangles.
The rest were just curious about why the cult was being picketed. One
bunch promised to put in a few hours tomorrow.
One utterly weird thing happened. Between the ship and the road is a
grove of tall trees. There might be an aveary (spelling wrong, no
dictionary handy) in there, or it might just be wild birds. There was a
parrot or something related chattering away, making wolf whistles, hello
and such. As I am passing by, he screechs XENU. Completely boggled I
stopped and he did it again. I stayed there another 10-15 minutes, but
heard no parrot noises after that.
I really wonder who was the SP who taught the parrot to say Xenu?
Heading back for more picket.
Keith Henson
From: Keith Henson <hkhenson@netcom3.netcom.com>
Subject: Re: Picket report -- Hemet day 1 and 2-2
Date: 22 Jun 2000 02:45:34 GMT
Message-ID: <8iruke$vhk$1@nntp9.atl.mindspring.net>
Adding the last two hours 4-6 pm.
The cult is letting out information about their internal state. I won't
go into more detail yet.
Afternoon was more or less the same, more visitors, including the pasture
for the congregation where Ashlee went.
Hemet is the second most friendly place to picket, Clearwater being the
most. Almost everybody waved, many honked.
I didn't report this morning on a maglite flashlight which showed up in
the gutter between rounds. Figured it belong to one of the contractors,
so I left it at the guard house. They said thanks, but it set on the
window ledge for several hours. They must have had to ask (*) what to
do with it.
The contrast over the years is amazing. I can't sort out the part that
is in me, or how much they have changed. I really should dig back into
the archives to the first time I drove through there and a guy followed
me on a dirt bike with something under his shirt which looked like an Uzi.
First time I picketed two of them followed me all around the the place,
next time Hoden was out there and I had a PI with me. Now . . . they seem
to be taking people from one side of the road to the other in vans, to
avoid seeing me and the entire plaza and walkway under the road is almost
unused. I saw a total of three using it all day, and I bet they got in
trouble.
Well, back at it in the morning.
Keith Henson
From: Keith Henson <hkhenson@netcom3.netcom.com>
Subject: Re: Picket report -- Hemet day 1 and 2-2
Date: 22 Jun 2000 03:57:49 GMT
Message-ID: <8is2rt$nct$1@slb6.atl.mindspring.net>
Keith Henson <hkhenson@netcom3.netcom.com> wrote:
> Adding the last two hours 4-6 pm.
snip
As I have mentioned, gold base is in a serious non-confront/hiding mode.
But they did notice me--because I have word from home that my house is
being picketed by some dude who is screaming at the neighbors *and* they
tried to picket my wife's place of work. I think they only managed to
picket a parking lot though.
More as I get word.
Keith Henson
From: Keith Henson <hkhenson@netcom3.netcom.com>
Subject: Re: Picket report -- Hemet day 1 and 2-2
Date: 23 Jun 2000 02:25:22 GMT
Message-ID: <8iuhqi$glr$1@slb7.atl.mindspring.net>
More of the same this afternoon. I need to talk to someone who has
recent experience inside of gold base. On the east underpass, on the
south side of the road there is a post about a foot square and 5-6 feet
tall. Everyone going from the south side to the north through the
underpass performs some minor ritual with the post. Any idea of what
they are doing?
The east underpass is still being used, but not the west one. I have
found a number of places where large numbers of them can be seen from the
road. They are taking some across the road in vans.
News from home is that they are trying to picket my wife's place of
work, and right now there are three of them picketing my home. The
picket signs are attacking my wife--who has picketed them only once.
My daughter's friends taped them--will ship the tape to xenu-tv.
If any of the local SPs want to read them OT3, they may be there till 10
pm tonight. And (*), this is another two days of picketing at gold base.
Keith Henson
From: Keith Henson <hkhenson@netcom3.netcom.com>
Subject: Re: Picket report -- Hemet day 1 and 2-2
Date: 23 Jun 2000 23:19:59 GMT
Message-ID: <8j0rav$fsd$1@slb6.atl.mindspring.net>
Day four, first part to 2 pm.
Due to other entheta activities, I was not out there till about 8:20 or
so.
A big change today from yesterday. Something like one in six of them are
now looking frankly at my sign. The side I show to them is either the
"Doubting is not a crime" and the LMT phone, or Arnie's NO OT's, or "Are
you implanted with dead space aliens?" They still don't wave, but that
would be too much considering all the video cameras.
Not long after I set up over the east underpass, a group, mostly women,
perhaps Estates project force, were herded past the east under pass and
into one of the unfinished building. Man, when that place get's
abandoned, those building are going to be worthless if they don't have
kitchens (which they most likely don't).
(I can't help but wonder if gold base will be turned into an exhibit like
the historical Shaker places.)
I can't make up my mind if the abandoned look of the buildings under
construction is just normal scientology practice or if it has something to
do with me being there. I have a bunch of photos which show the
unfinished roof. Today there were two guy working on the roof, but that
is the first I have seen.
(*) seems to have in mind an attack from the road and is raising a massive
berm of dirt between his castle and the road. In typical scientology
construction mode, they have *one* truck moving dirt, about three trips an
hour. Of course, this results in massive under use of the machines to dig
the dirt and spread it out.
They are now using the west underpass slightly, possibly when I am on the
east underpass. The disruption in traffic from one side of the highway to
the other must be killing their stats.
They must have Friday dress down because there seem to be far fewer guys
with ties today.
They complained to the Highway Patrol again today. So when the officer
came out (disgusted at them) he got a handful of Xenu flyers, and I got
his name and his partner's name, officers Luebs and Dopp. They are quite
aware of the Lisa McPherson travesty. Good guys, very professional, gave
me good advice about picketing that location which I will pass on to
anyone who want to take a day or two out there.
Speaking of video cameras . . . I have pictures of all I have spotted.
Soon as I get the film developed/scanned, will post them. There may be a
bunch of them which cannot be seen from the road, but the count of them
from the road, five, is way under the number Jeff and Co. spotted in CW.
Incidentally, I talked to a random groups of guys. Offered to give them a
Xenu flyer and it turned out one of the was on the net and had printed off
a copy long time ago, so they were all up on it.
Few cars stopped and got a flyer. Part of the reason I am picketing over
the east underpass is that there is room for cars to pull out of traffic
there.
Sorry this is kind of disorganized. If I did more/better reporting, I
would be doing less picketing. There is much other stuff going on here
which it would not be entirely prudent to report yet.
Keith Henson
From: Keith Henson <hkhenson@netcom3.netcom.com>
Subject: Re: Picket report -- Hemet day 1 and 2-2
Date: 24 Jun 2000 03:31:42 GMT
Message-ID: <8j1a2u$avo$1@slb1.atl.mindspring.net>
Continuation day 4, afternoon. Got back little after 4 pm stayed till
6:30. You can tell when they are demoralized when they don't even track
you with the cameras.
Traffic on both underpasses was low. They were running cars and vans
across the highway so as to avoid the staff from seeing me. But at least a
hundred of them have looked directly at one or the other of my picket
signs (though only 2 have made any motion toward waving back).
I spent more time late today listening to the birds. I must say the
parrot does a fair job on imitating a crow. If any of you are out at gold
base and want to hear the parrot say Xenu, the sequence is that he does
two wolf whistles, a variable bunch of squawks and then (sometimes) says
Xenu! I am going to bring a tape recorder next time. Advice from bird
watchers would be welcome.
Those who are coming out, bring a hat *and a spray bottle*. No point in
sweating, easier just to spray water on yourself. Also, hold the sign so
you can stay in the shade cast by the sign. Walk safely, if walking
safely requires walking over the no trespassing blocks of cement, just do
it, they can't hassle you to walk unsafely.
Wave people who want to chat beyond the curb area so they can park off the
road. Bring flyers, if they stop you can shove a flyer in and tell them
to move to a safe area. If you have multiple people, cover both
underpasses.
Sat. is covered, though more can come if they want, I think Sunday is
also. There is a place to stay if it is not already taken.
I wish I had more feedback from inside. What indirect information I get,
such as them picketing my house, indicates they are at wits end over this
business. After all, what can OTs say to someone who ask what this
"implanted with dead space aliens" is about?
For those who are cleared, the state indication material I mentioned is in
the usual place on umbra-xenu.
I don't know yet if they were picketing my home today.
Back at it in the morning.
Keith Henson
From: Keith Henson <hkhenson@netcom3.netcom.com>
Subject: Re: Picket report -- Hemet day 1 and 2-2
Date: 25 Jun 2000 17:03:56 GMT
Message-ID: <8j5e1s$j10$1@slb7.atl.mindspring.net>
Sat was the best yet--though not quite up to the tough standard Bruce
Pettycrew set when he had the wall builders run off and abandon a
wheelbarrow full of wet cement. (Incidentally, I think the wheelbarrow is
still there--Bruce, was it was on the east end of the complex, first gate
on the same side as the memorial to Ashlee?)
Anyway . . . I got out there a few minutes after 7 am, parked over the
east underpass and walked several circuits from there to the west end of
the complex and back. First time down I saw people on the plaza at the
west underpass. They saw me, one guy pointed, and they all turned around
and quickly scooted inside. (What are such orders doing to their moral?)
I don't remember if it was on that circuit or a later one, but to keep low
level staffers from seeing me and my signs, they are taking them across
the highway in shuttles at the main gate and on the western end of the
complex, where there are gates on both sides of the highway. I walked out
from behind the wall, and there at the gate was a shuttle. So I snapped a
picture and let go of my camera (which was on a string around my neck). I
then had to grab it again because the van backed up fast, turned around
and drove off. Talk about being at cause!
There is now traffic through both the west and east underpasses, but I
suspect it is mostly high level OTs.
The second time I started out from the east underpass, I suddenly realized
there were more bushes than I remembered on the south side of the road
over the underpass. Sure enough, some poor scn work crew had been up far
into the night planting the largest bushes they could buy from some garden
supply place. The tags were still on some of them. They ' also installed
a bunch of green fabric so it is harder for the gold base staff to see out
on the road.
The large dump truck they had working on Miscavige's molehill was being
used for something else Sat morning. So they had a little dump truck
running back and forth piling up more dirt.
About 9:30 Fred Rice, his family and David Rice showed up, their van
sporting a spiffy XENUNET license place. When they parked ahead of my car
and got out, several people came out on a balcony of Miscavige's massive
mansion. I got a photo of them, we might be able to identify (*) himself
from the photo. You could feel the dismay emanating from them. The whole
lot of us (7) with three picket signs then walked through gold base to the
Ashlee memorial on the west end and back to the cars. I transferred
signs, water spray bottle and sun block to them and they went off into
town to visit Ida. I will leave it to them to report further, but I
*know* they had adventures.
When I got back, I had no fewer than 5 counter picketers and one dude
taping them. I got photos of them if we want to bother. The neighbors
are very supportive, with the result that operation footbullet is in high
gear.
I have over three rolls of film to develop and scan.
Will try to get them done soon. If there are local SPs who are not too
busy, and have a scanner, let me know
Keith Henson
From: Keith Henson <hkhenson@netcom3.netcom.com>
Subject: Re: Picket report -- Hemet day 1 and 2-2
Date: 26 Jun 2000 04:53:02 GMT
Message-ID: <8j6nje$5ul$2@slb0.atl.mindspring.net>
Relatively exciting day (Sunday).
We had 3-6 picketers all day. They are not much trouble, and the
support from the neighbors is very strong.
This afternoon I made up and enlarged a page to explain to people
who came by what the fuss was about. I will attach it to this
posting. About 4 pm I came back from the copy shop with it and
material for a new sign. I wanted to reinforce the edges with
packing tape (which I use on picket signs). The tape was still in
the car I had taken to Hemet. As I walked out, one of my neighbors
was near the car talking to one of the scns about what they were
doing looked like in the eyes of ordinary people. Just as I was
about to open the car, there was this crashing sound and I looked
over to see what looked like one of the picketers trying to fight
his way through the hedge or perhaps having an epileptic fit.
After a few seconds of fighting the hedge, he went down like a sack
of potatoes, and from 20 feet away I could hear his head hit the
sidewalk.
I went inside like a shot and called 911, and alerted my wife who
has more emergency training than I have. By the time I had them on
the way, and was pulling up my memories of how to do CPR, the other
picketers had picked up the fallen one and put him in a chair.
They said he was ok and for me to cancel the 911 call. Turns out
you can't do that easily, so the paramedics responded anyway. I
got a couple of pictures of him sitting on the back of a station
wagon so should be able to scan and post them eventually. The
guy's face was absolutely gray. He said the heat got him and that
he was out of shape to walk that much. It was not very hot here
today and the trees shade where they picket. It occurred to me
that he would not have lasted the length of one circuit around gold
base around two pm.
Which reminds me, any of you folks picketing gold base, be really
careful if you are not in shape, or lack equipment or training for
being out in the heat.
After the excitement died down, I finished reinforcing the edges of
my 2 foot by 3 foot poster and put it on the front gate--to the
considerable enturbulation of the picketers, who now avoid the
front gate like vampires avoiding garlic. I think I will do
another one for the rear gate, but will wait to see if people have
suggestions. If you suggest changes, be sure to keep it the same
word count.
Toward evening I picked a bunch of plums--our trees have all come
ripe at the same time. Two of the picketers took bags of plums and
two declined. They left at 7:30 or 8 pm.
I may have enough adventures right here to keep posting reports
without having to leave the comfort of my own home.
Keith Henson
[posted on my gate. . . .]
If you wonder why Scientologists picket my house . . . .
I have been protesting the abuses of Scientology since early 1995. That
is when their lawyer Helena Kobrin issued a rmgroup which (on a lot of
news servers) destroyed the news group alt.religion.scientology.
About a year later, I wrote a protest letter to a federal judge about a
TRO issued in another case and included a criminal instruction manual NOTs
34, The Sequence for Handling a Physical Condition. After I posted the
letter, Scientology sued me over copyright, eventually winning (by
spending over a million dollars in legal fees).
http://www2.thecia.net/users/rnewman/scientology
My objections to Scientology are not about their third rate science
fiction raised to the status of religious scripture (who cares if they
think they are infested with the spirits of space aliens murdered by the
galactic ruler Xenu?) but with the fraud, bait and switch tactics, illegal
practice of medicine, destruction of families, inducing suicide and
corrupting the government, especially the legal system and the IRS.
As of June 23, 2000 the French government has taken strong steps to curb
this cult, which they consider a threat to national security. The German
government considers them a threat to democracy. The Belgium government
is investigating them for money laundering, the president of Scientology
is facing up to 56 years in charges filed by the Spanish government, and
they have been run out of Greece for collecting information to blackmail
officials. I think they blackmailed the IRS out of $1.5 billion.
(ftp://ftp.netcom.com/pub/hk/hkhenson/temp/IRS_rply.htm)
In the late 70s 11 high ranking Scientologists were convicted for a long
list of acts against the US government and sent to jail. Because they are
slaves to the works of their founder, L. Ron Hubbard, they cannot change.
(http://www.wwwaif.net/GO/GOtoday.html)
There is a vast amount of material about them on the Internet, start at
www.xenu.net or www.lisamcpherson.org, which is about a 36 year old woman
who died in their care.
The specific reason they are here and hassling my wife is that I have been
picketing at their desert base in Southern California over their callous
disregard for human life. A contractor who they claim was working without
being given direction (not likely, they micromanage everything) was
driving an unlighted front loader after dark on the highway which cuts
through their property. He turned the front loader into oncoming traffic.
Ashlee Shaner, a 16 year old high school girl ran her car into the blade
and was cut in half. Her 8 year old sister ducked under the blade and was
not seriously hurt. Her mother was in another car a little ways behind
her daughter.
Your neighbor,
H. Keith Henson
hkhenson@pacbell.net (or hkhenson@netcom.com)
PS, The signs mention my wife and they also picket her place of work. We
suspect they are trying to get my wife to sue them for libel by accusing
her of hate crimes.
Message-ID: <39578ED1.DFA899D0@pacbell.net>
Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2000 10:11:45 -0700
From: barb <bwarr@pacbell.net>
Subject: picket, Gold Base, 6/25/00
Picket Report, Gold Base, 6-25-00
Shy David and I arrived at Gold Base at approximately 10:00
a.m. Happily, there was a high overcast cloud cover thanks to
the tropical storm off Baja; the temp was in the 80s. We paused
to place prayer feathers at the little Ashlee shrine by the
side of the road. David got attacked by ants.
David was using one of Keith's signs, mine said 'Scientology
Kills' on one side and, 'Ron is Gone But the Con Lives On' on
the other.
We started picketing from the shrine and began working our way
south, David acting as tour guide. The wheelbarrow of dried
cement is still there! The parrot is still there too, because
it's a pet, not a loose bird. I didn't hear it say Xenu, but it
squawked a lot.
It didn't take too long for our first handler to emerge from the base.
This nattily dressed OT feller's name was Ken. He was wearing a dark
suit dispite the heat, lots of gold buttons, gold Scientology ring. His
shoes would have passed inspection, and the ants did not attack him. He
was superficially friendly, and asked the usual questions, who, why, and
so forth. David wouldn't give him his name, as he suspects they already
know it. But Ken played dumb. (We heard "I'm out of the loop" a lot of
times that day!) So, "Grayhat" and Barb were our handles for the day. We
were about to an underpass on 79, when Ken started talking about
breakfast. He thought it would be good for us to all go eat out together
and chat about how our differences could be resolved. He said he'd buy.
Anyone who knows me is aware that I seldom turn down a free meal! But I
got this weird sense that, for some reason, Ken was trying to get us
away from Gold. We gracefully declined the invitation. I suggested we
make a date for some future meeting, but he didn't respond.
Ken kept asking if we could "stop and talk." Well, being it was a picket
and all, we told him we had to keep moving and if he wished, he could
accompany us. Ken informed us that the mysterious 'ritual post'
mentioned by Keith was just an intercom.
We did stop for a smoke break, at which point I bummed a smoke
off Ken, having left mine in the car. (Shades of Jacques in
London, I sniveled his next to last smoke!) Thanks Ken! I
appreciated the smoke. Next time, the smokes are on me.
At one point, Ken asked us if we'd ever broken the law. "Anyone
who says otherwise, would be lying," I replied. I asked him
where he was going with this. Nowhere, apparently. He segued
into some other topic.
Discussing the tech with Ken, I inquired of him why the San Diego org
was so downstat that it couldn't even get the Sunday services listed in
the paper correctly.
"People make mistakes," he said. I pointed out that this has been an
ongoing thing, and that it wasted the org's resources. I outlined for
him how simple it is to get an ad in the paper every week, and suggested
he pass on my comments to San Diego. Before we parted, he asked for my
phone number so he could call and chat. I offered him my email addy
instead, said offer was ignored. It didn't occur to me at the time that
Ken may not be online.
Finally, Ken's beeper muttered at him, and a woman handler emerged from
the clambed. He left us in her hands. I don't recall her name offhand,
but she was perhaps 5'6 max, ash brown pageboy, dark glasses, and a bad
knee, so I'll call her Gimpy.
That was the first thing she said to us, that she had a bad knee, and
could we stop to talk? We invited her to keep up with us, as we were
picketing and had to keep moving by law. Then, she started asking us the
same questions as Ken. We told her she could ask him, as we'd already
covered that ground.
She then morphed into a tour guide, pointing out the new blue trimmed
residences they're building. There's one beautiful stone building to the
east of 79, partway up the ridge overlooking Gold. I asked her what it
was.
"Office buildings," she replied. (Ida says it's Davey's house.) We
discussed architecture. I told her that the lumpy brown pseudocastle did
not say Scotland to me. It said Southern California Disney, and ugly to
boot. I did compliment Davey's house and the new structures though. They
are quite nice looking. Perhaps I'll buy one when that property becomes
available following some court case.
Then, she tried bullbaiting me. Me! Ex-punk rocker don't give a shit me!
She suggested I could benefit from Prozac. (drug endorsement from an OT?
Wow!) I laughed, and said I was not only not depressed, I am downright
chucklelicious! "You seem a bit unstable," she said.
I laughed again. "I'm an artist. You name me one artist who isn't a
little whacky!"
She terminated that program and we changed the subject.
She started talking about how we should sit down and have breakfast.
"Can't you smell the food in the mess hall? It smells great!" Look, I
can smell food miles away, and I am here to tell you, there wasn't
anything cooking! She seemed to be inviting us into Gold Base to break
bread with her! Again, we declined the invitation.
As we went by the entrance again, another fellow came out. This one's
name was Robert. He also was being nice. I must say, this guy was
incredibly uninformed about current events. I had to tell him who
General Colin Powell is! He didn't know anything about anything, it was
kind of startling to me. No computer, no tv, no newspapers...reminds me
of the first two weeks of basic military training! We all stood around
through introductions, then she started chatting up Robert so David and
I continued on. We left the two of them way behind. Oddly, Gimpy hustled
to catch up with us. Her knee was apparently better!
David and I continued north, trailed by our gaggle of OT handlers. A
vehicle pulled up across the street, and a guy with a big camcorder got
out.
"Quick!" I said to Gimp. "Hold this!" and extended my sign to her. Her
hand moved to take it before she caught herself, and Robert and I
cracked up. I made our handlers burst out laughing several times. I am a
Joker, all right.
David got the sense that they were trying to keep us from the south. We
walked all the way down several times, but saw nothing out of the
ordinary. Thinking about it later, I believe I know why they were doing
this. I bet they were under orders to keep picketers away from Davey's
house.
David brought up many topics to our handlers about which they claimed
ignorance. "I'm out of the loop," was said repeatedly. They all denied
having access to KRs and so forth. I hope David will post, I don't
remember them all. Mark Bunker's hammerfest was one.
We didn't have any fliers, but there was a steady stream of traffic,
with accompanying honks, waves, and thumbs up, which our handlers
ignored. You have to wonder what they think when someone drives by
yelling, "Yeah!" and giving us thumbs up.
We left Gold around 1:00, and stopped by Ida's for lunch and a visit.
Thanks to Ida for the hospitality! Let's do lunch again soon!
I guess the OTs did get me though. On the way home, the train ran out of
fuel and we had to wait for a freight locomotive to come and push us
into the San Diego train station! We got in just after 2400.
As far as I know, there was no revenge picket at my place but then, if
there had been, I'm sure the fliers would have been gone by midnight.
Submitted for your approval and so forth,
--barb
"Every week, every month, every year, every decade and now
every century, Scientology does wierd and stupid things
to damage its own reputation." - Steve Zadarnowski
http://www.xenu.net
http://www.xenutv.com (see live Scientologists in their natural state!)
Message-ID: <3957923D.5E44BB21@pacbell.net>
Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2000 10:26:21 -0700
From: barb <bwarr@pacbell.net>
Subject: picket gold, repost with stuff I forgot earlier that is pretty funny
[...]
Finally, Ken's beeper muttered at him, and a woman handler emerged from
the clambed. He left us in her hands. I don't recall her name offhand,
but she was perhaps 5'6 max, ash brown pageboy, dark glasses, and a bad
knee, so I'll call her Gimpy.
That was the first thing she said to us, that she had a bad knee, and
could we stop to talk? We invited her to keep up with us, as we were
picketing and had to keep moving by law. Then, she started asking us the
same questions as Ken. We told her she could ask him, as we'd already
covered that ground. David asked her what her job was. "I'm in PR," she
told him.
"So you're OSA then," he says.
"No, I'm in PR."
"Department 20, right?" says David.
"Yes," she replies.
"Department 20 *is* OSA!" says David. Heh, as if she didn't know!
She then morphed into a tour guide, pointing out the new blue trimmed
residences they're building. There's one beautiful stone building to the
east of 79, partway up the ridge overlooking Gold. I asked her what it
was.
"Office buildings," she replied. (Ida says it's Davey's house.) We
discussed architecture. I told her that the lumpy brown pseudocastle did
not say Scotland to me. It said Southern California Disney, and ugly to
boot. I did compliment Davey's house and the new structures though. They
are quite nice looking. Perhaps I'll buy one when that property becomes
available following some court case.
[....]
From: shy_david@nospam.org (Shy David www.xenu.net)
Subject: Revenge picket report June 24,2000 FRice: Neighborhood Hero
Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2000 23:15:54 GMT
Organization: Worldwide Church of WWW.XENU.NET
Message-ID: <3957dddd.8013080@nntp.lightlink.com>
When we came back from protesting the death of Ashlee Shaner at "Gold
Base" (my nephews: "Uncle David! I want to picket with you tomorrow!
Can I please!"), we were very amused and pleased to see a very odd
character outside Fredric's residence "picketing" him. Since there is
no side walk, the odd fellow was walking up and down the middle of the
street--- litterally. Our vehicle turned the corner and THERE HE WAS
right at our vehicle's front bumper, only three or four feet away.
Since it is a 'blind turn," we were only going 2 or 3 miles per hour,
so it was easy to avoid him (many children play in the street, so
people are usually very cautious at this turn).
Fredric yelled out "Hey! Allllll riiiiiiiiight! This is great!" and
stoped the van in the road so that the family could leap out and
talked to the odd creature picketing.
I call this odd fellow "Scarecrow."
The smallest family member (8 or 9 years old) ran up to Scarecrow and
right out of the blue (with no coaching or anything) demanded to take
the free personality test. "Oh! May I *PLEASE* take the free
personality test! [whining, pleading, mocking voice] I wanna be clear!
Can I *PLEASE?!*" while smirking at him. When you've been smired at by
a 9-year-old, you KNOW that you have been royally *SMIRKED* at!
The adults and older children ran up to save this non-errant child
from harm. I tried hard not to laugh at the "free personality test"
pleadings, but it was too damn funny. By the time I stoped laughing, I
had whiped out OT3 and gone in to BunkerTech(tm)(r)(c) and
restimulated the odd clam's engrams. Volcanos; H-bombs; boohoos and
weepers; painful jaw; the whole BunkerTech(tm)(r)(c) routine.
I keep writing "odd fellow" because this guy was even odder looking
than I am--- which, if you've ever seen me, is indeed odd. My heart
went out to him: he was definately the runt of the litter. It was
around 35 degrees (95F) and the guy had no hat, no shade, no sun
glasses, no discernable water container, and it looked like the hide
was being peeled from his face. I offered to run and fetch for him a
can of cold soda but he declined. The way he was walking (as if in
pain or in a heat-induced stupor) gave me some cause for concern for
him, but he was a Real Trooper and struggled through with the
FootBulleting(tm)(r)(c). While I look like a mixture of Albert
Einstien and LRong Hubbard, this picketer looked like "The Scarecrow"
in the movie "The Wizzard of Oz." Much the same face, only his was
puckered and stained from the day's sun.
Fredric's neighbors know all about Scientology, as Fredric often tells
his neighbors about Scientology and why Fredric pickets them. He also
explains why the crime syndicate sends odd jokers out to picket his
empty residence. The support Fredric has received from his neighbors
has been extremely favorable. Fredric is considered a hero by a few of
his neighbors, and as a civic-minded, liberal humanitarian from other
neighbors.
So Scarecrow had six laughing, joking fans walking with him while he
picketed: Fredric, spouse, three kids, and myself. He did not seem
like a happy camper, but what can yah do? He clenched his teeth and
plodded slowly on, up and down the middle of the street, "Religious
Bigot" sign tilted at a rakish angle in his weak grip.
Suddenly 'fore our wonderous eyes what doth we spy? Yet two more
picketers walking into the street! WAY COOL! More restimulation! More
"PC- to- OT8- In- Twenty- Seconds- Tech(tm)(r)(c)!" Scarecrow looked
very happy to see them. The odds suddenly went from twenty-to-one
against him (counting neighbors), to thirty-to-three against. Yes, the
additional picketers drew more supportive neighbors out! One neighbor
called to Fredric "Hey Fred!" and when Fredric turned to look, the
neighbor have him TWO THUMBS UP and a big grin.
The two new picketers (call them "Nice Friendly Guy" and "I'm Ashamed
to be a Scientologist") met up with Scarecrow and told Scarecrow that
they were supposed to leave. The two new picketers spent all of 20
seconds picketing: "I'm Ashamed to be a Scientologist" had a picket
sign; "Nice Friendly Guy" did not. "I'm Ashamed to be a Scientologist"
looked rather emanciated: she was very tall and thin and looked like
she could use a hearty meal--- just like Scarecrow. "Nice Friendly
Guy" was healthy, happy, and the guy in charge of the other two (in my
opinion). I guess the starving picketers were regged by the well-fed
one.
The entire circus therefore walked down the street. (A few neighbors
waved good-bye and went back in doors.) We walked with the picketers
to their pick-up, and while we were asking them questions ("Can you
say 'Xenu?' Or is it 'Xemu?'"), I tapped Fredric on the arm and then
pointed to the pick-up's liscence plate. Fredric wiped out his camera
to take a photograph, and discovered that his camera was out of film!
LOL! That cracked me up.
Fredric then started to yell "Stand in front of their car! I gotta
load my camera!" while he fumbled frantically with camera, tape
recorder, old film canister, new film canister, and the new film's
container (which he had to open with the remaining free finger). I
countermanded Fred's "get run-over tech" and told every one to NOT
stand in front of the pick-up. Duhh! :-)
Just before the picketers drove away I asked them to come back
tomorrow (Sunday) and we would have iced-tea for them, and perhaps
some freshly baked cookies. We would have a tea party! They seemed
unmoved by this offer.
They drove off up the street. They turned around a bend in the road,
then stoped and backed up, coming back to us. Then a picketer got out
and into a second car---- Fredric and children took off running up to
this second car (new film now in camera), to snap a picture of that
car's liscence plate. (Note to Fredric: lose 20 pounds and try again.)
Walking back to Fredric's residence, a few neighbors came out to
congradulate him, shake his hand, laugh, share stories, and generaly
build Good Community. One neighbor walked up to me and asked "Who ARE
those freaks?!" And I said "Scientologists." He said "Ahhhhh! Okay.
That explains it!" and went back to his house.
A few neighbors asked about "The latest Scientology crimes," so
Fredric explained to them about Ashlee Shaner and why we were at the
crime syndicate's "Nazi Theme Park" (thanks Grady!). One neighbor
invited the entire entheta crew over a barbeeque dinner that evening,
but I had other entheta business at LAX (wink wink nudge nudge).
All in all a very good day!
---
"There is madmen in the world and there are terror." --- George W. Bush
"My hands ARE fucking up!" --- Bob Minton, Great Clearwater Street Chase
"I want to dance." --- Lisa McPherson, 18 Nov 95 http://holysmoke.org/lm/lm.htm
Message-ID: <3957FB47.B9288A21@pacbell.net>
Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2000 17:54:31 -0700
From: barb <bwarr@pacbell.net>
Subject: Gold Base Road (some notes from a city engineer)
Temporary closure of a State Highway usually requires affirmative action
by both the city and/or the county through which the highway traverses,
plus the approval of the California Department of Transportation.
Temporary closures are often granted for such reasons as a civic
event of general benefit such as a parade or a large celebration, or
frequently to permit public improvements such as large underground
pipelines, or railroad crossings. It is most unusual to make such a
closure for the convenience of an adjacent property owner, especially
when the road or highway existed prior to the acquisition of the
property by the current owner.
Permanent closures normally require the approvals noted above, plus a
rigorous examination of all potential impacts on the community and the
traveling public. An environmental impact report is usually one of the
required inputs which must be considered prior to any final decision by
the city, county, or state agency involved in the process. Such an
E.I.R. would undoubtedly include information on traffic flow, generation
of smog pollutants, noise levels, access to properties previously
served, and a myriad of such considerations which must be taken lightly.
--
barb
"Must be the mind that goes first.
If the body goes first, the mind notices.
If the mind goes first, the body just goes
diddling along in its own oblivious
way." - Albin
From: shy_david@nospam.org (Shy David www.xenu.net)
Subject: Scientologist electrocuted
Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2000 01:48:20 GMT
Organization: Worldwide Church of WWW.XENU.NET
Message-ID: <3957f6c7.14391606@nntp.lightlink.com>
cc: Claire Vitucci
cc: James Nash
Greetings.
At the time the woman was electrocuted to death at Scientology's
Nazi Theme Park ("Golden Era Studios"), I was outside picketing
with another protester. We had gone to the compound to protest
the easily-avoidable death of Ashlee Shaner. I suppose that while
us protesters were at Ms. Shaner's street-side memorial making
prayer feathers to leave in her memory, the electrocuted woman
was being killed.
This saddens me very much.
When our prayer feathers were done (Ashlee, I think, would approve
even though as far as I know she was not Hopi), my friend and I
picked up our protest signs and walked up and down the street to
protest the organization.
A nice, well-dressed, friendly guy who called himself "Ken" came
out to "handle" us. I assume this is the "Ken Hoden" you mentioned
in your article. While the electrocuted woman's body was still
twitching, he was sent out side to draw us away from the studio's
entrance. He showed no sign of being unhappy, nor any sign of
feeling "very bad for [the dead woman's] family and her husband."
He was happy and friendly, as if no death had just occured. But
perhaps this was a different Ken and that this Ken knew nothing
about the recent death: if that is the case, he is of course to
be held blameless for showing no sign of grief over the death.
He was then paged on his pager, and when he read the message he
said that he "has a meeting to go to." All smooth as silk. His
TR-L was "in," as a Scientologist would say.
A new "handler" was sent out to keep us away from the entrance
to the Studio. We saw quite clearly that they were working very
hard to keep us from the entrance, but at the time we did not
know why. I told my friend, while the new handler listened in
dismay, that I was going to "go see what it is they are trying
to keep us from seeing." I walked up the road a bit, just to see
this handler's reaction: imagine being told you need a root canal
job done of five teeth, and there's anaesthesia enough for one
tooth--- maybe two--- but not all five. You will then imagine
how this woman looked.
She told us she was "Public Relations." I told her she was OSA
(Office of Special Affairs, i.e., "Guardians Office", i.e.,
"Department Twenty"). It's all the same thing: this is the
department that is supposed to predict public relations disasters
and prevent them; if they cannot, they are then supposed to
"handle" PR problems. Look up "Operation 'Snow White'" and
"Operation 'Freakout'" for two examples of that this Scientology
department's work is. Er, I mean "was." http://holysmoke.org/mm/mm.htm
This PR woman then claimed that her knee was recently operated
on, and that she wanted us to stand with her well down the
street from the Studio's entrance and "talk." She was still
trying very hard to keep us from picketing where we could see
the coronor's wagon come and take the latest dead woman off
their hands.
Yet a third "handler" came out to handle us: that's three PR
people sent out just to prevent two lonely picketers from
seeing what we were not "supposed" to see.
Ken invited us two picketers out for "breakfast" and said that he
would pay: he was THAT MUCH concerned about getting us away from
the place. When he left, the PR woman then asked us if we wanted to
go have "brunch." She too tried very hard to get us to leave so
we would not see what we were not supposed to see.
A camera crew from Casper News came along and filmed us picketers
with our handlers. The film crew told us that there had been "an
accident up the road" and that rung a loud bell in my mind: that's
what they did not want us to see! You should have seen the PR
woman's face when the film crew showed up: she gave a very tiny
noise, like that of a kitten being strangled. She then went to
go "handle" the film crew.
[NOTE to a.r.s.: Scientology Inc. appears to have lied to government
agency involved in this: from the first 911 call! Sheeeish. The film
crew was there to find the "auto accident" that had not actually
occured.]
Her speach to the film crew, by the way, was 100% TR-L (Scientology
speak for "Training Routine: Lying" which one may read on the
Internet). It was identicle, word-for-word PR that OSA gives to
every news media. That made me laugh, but it also made me feel
sorry for her. She seemed so unable to have a single thought of
her own: it was like watching and listening to a computer reel
off a pre-programed speach and set of behaviors. I felt so sad
seeing her act like this: like an automation.
By the way: only the woman showed any sign of stress or worry.
The two men were happy, and joked with us. The woman seemed to
be under extremely great stress: like she was carrying a very
heavy load.
Parenthetical element: I HATE PICKETING. I do not want to
picket the Scientology organization. It's a chore, and there are
so many other things I would MUCH rather be doing on my weekends.
However, I hate to see people killed when those deaths could have
been so easily avoided. Lisa McPherson; Ashlee Shaner; and now
this other young woman. Someone has to protest these needless
deaths; I don't want to do it, but I feel it has to be done. I'd
rather have gone to the beach, or gone sailing. Our "handlers"
somehow refuse to understand such a simple concept: they would not
accept our answers on why we were there protesting Ashlee Shaner's
death. It was as if they thought we had some "alterior motive" or
something. Should -NOT- Ms. Shaner's death be protested?!
Community support in Hemet and around Scientology's Nazi Theme Park
is extremely high: we got cheers, "thumbs ups," and people stoping
to thank us. Members of Ashlee Shaner's church expressed such warm,
heart-felt gratitude towards us that I felt that even though I did
not want to be there, it was worth the effort.
By the way: I do not believe the "dead squirrel" story for even an
instant. Scientology's Nazi Theme Park is micro-managed. Of course
I could be wrong, but I suspect the yound woman was ordered down
into the hole to perform some task that she was not qualified to
perform. I hope that the coronor keeps this in mind when she or he
examines the body.
From: ebohlman@netcom.com (Eric Bohlman)
Subject: Re: NEWS: Bizarre accident at Golden Era Studios
Date: 27 Jun 2000 07:26:43 GMT
Message-ID: <8j9kvj$ae6$2@nntp9.atl.mindspring.net>
Byll23 (byll23@aol.com) wrote:
> It's tragic that this girl died, but don't you all think it's just a _little_
> early to pin it on the COS? Shouldn't we perhaps wait a while? It's _possible_
> that this was simply a tragic accident. Unlikely, but possible.
OK, let's assume that it *was* simply a tragic accident. The way the
staff at Golden Era reacted to that accident was utterly absurd. They
didn't report the incident to the authorities correctly, which almost
certainly resulted in a waste of public safety resources (e.g. if the
authorities get a false report of a traffic accident, they're going to
unnecessarily send out a bunch of cops to direct traffic around the site
of the accident). They made up a completely unbelievable story about why
the accident occurred. In short, they demonstrated that they couldn't
*deal* with an accident. It's just as if Lisa McPherson actually had died
of a complication of her little traffic accident; the fact would remain
that the staff at Flag was completely unable to handle her medical
problems, and that she would have lived if they had dealt with them in the
normal (for wogs) way.
Maybe an even better analogy would be the Tony Strawn case. Nobody here
seriously believes that the Co$ *caused* him to rape his daughters. The
Co$ can't be blamed for the fact that the rapes occurred. But they sure
as hell *can* be blamed for trying to help him get away with them.
Furthermore, *if* both this incident and the death of Ms. Shaner were
accidental, they were accidents just waiting to happen. They were
accidents that could not have happened if the most elementary safety
precautions had been followed. The question is whether the deaths were
due to malice (and you're correct that we shouldn't automatically assume
they were), recklessness, or negligence. The possibility that they were
due to factors *entirely* outside the control of the Co$, however, is
simply not realistic. It would require an incredible sequence of freak
circumstances.
Message-ID: <395883A7.4FED@Xs.net>
From: Tommy <Tommy_Sp**gespam@Xs.net>
Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2000 05:36:23 -0500
Lord High Commissioner wrote:
> This is pure unadulterated stupidity. No rational SANE person would
> crawl down into a transformer closet. Either she went into the closet
> on her own or the cult made her do it. Regardless - pure stupidity.
> It's a shame the cult degrades the ability to think rationally. This
> kind of thing does not need to happen. I hope her family take the cult
> to task for this.
When I first moved to Dallas, I worked for an Interconnect who had the
contract to build a telephone switchroom for ACRCO headquarters in
Plano. It was 20'X30' and had six four-ton A/Cs pouring cold air into
it. The power for the A/C units and the tel switches came from a
transformer room. The room was marked "High Voltage - DANGER" and "only
electrical line technicians allowed in this area". The door was double
locked, with one of the locks being a hex-key type. The one time I had
to go in there I was escorted by the site electrical contractor. The hum
was louder than you would imagine, and the air stank of ozone and hot
oil. If I had not had to be there, I would never have gone in. I could
feel the raw power on either side of the service aisle. It frightened me
more than anything that I might ever do, unless I find myself looking
into an open reactor pool and seeing the pretty blue light.
Bottom line - I KNEW I was in danger - the very air throbbed with it.
It's not the kind of place you go into to search for ANYTHING you lost.
I was working poor back then, and I believe that if I had lost my wallet
in that room that day with every cent I had in it, I would have had to
leave it behind. I cannot stress enough how frightening that room was.
It was not like walking around in a room that just happened to have some
big grey metal boxes in it - it was like navigating the pit of Hell. I
cannot imagine why anyone with even three of their senses functioning
would go in such a place.
Tommy
--
L.Ron Hubbard on trying to get $cientology declared a religion for tax
purposes:
"I await your reaction on the religion angle. In my opinion,
we couldn't get worse public opinion than we have had or have less
customers with what we've got to sell. A religious charter would be
necessary in Pennsylvania or NJ to make it stick. But I sure could
make it stick."
--- Best Regards,
Ron
http://www.inlandempireonline.com/news/stories/062700/sci27.shtml
Woman's death probed by state
She was killed in a transformer vault at a Scientology film studio.
By Rich Saskal
The Press-Enterprise
SAN JACINTO
State work-safety officials are investigating the electrocution of a Church
of Scientology member at its film studio near San Jacinto.
The young woman, whose identity has not been released, died Sunday in an
underground transformer vault, according to the Riverside County Sheriff's
Department.
She apparently died instantly after contacting a 7,200-volt wire connecting
two transformers in the 10-foot by 10-foot by 8-foot vault, the Sheriff's
Department reported.
"The individual was very badly burned and visual identification was
impossible," said Senior Deputy Robert Moquin.
She worked for Golden Era Productions, which produces education and training
films for the Church of Scientology.
The general manager, Ken Hoden, said the woman, interested in helping
animals, was concerned about the death of a squirrel in the vault a few
weeks earlier, went to investigate and, apparently, fell on the wires.
California Division of Occupational Safety and Health plans to investigate a
number of elements in the incident, said spokesman Dean Fryer.
"We need to look into such things as whether she was properly trained to
enter such an area, as to whether there are employees that are properly
trained, as to whether there are proper signs in place warning of high
voltage," Fryer said.
"This is purely a tragic accident," Hoden said.
Moquin said the Sheriff's Department investigation is in the hands of the
coroner's office, which is charged with confirming the victim's
identification through dental records and investigating other possible
causes of death.
An autopsy is scheduled for Tuesday.
Scientology's skeptics raised questions about the death.
"You wouldn't be allowed to be wandering around out there," said Stacy
Brooks, who described herself as having been a Scientologist for 15 years,
including some time at Golden Era, before leaving in 1989. Brooks is
president of the Lisa McPherson Trust, a Scientology watchdog group.
"These people watch every minute. It's just not feasible knowing how things
worked out there that she was just wandering around taking care of baby
squirrels," Brooks said.
Hoden questioned the motives of anyone questioning the accident.
"It was an accident. Accidents happen," he said. "It was investigated by the
sheriff's office."
Published 6/27/2000
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Scientologist accident victim is identified
The 20-year-old Hemet woman died after she fell in a
transformer vault.
By Karin Marriott
The Press-Enterprise
A woman killed on the Church of Scientology's film studio
grounds near San Jacinto is 20-year-old Hemet resident Stacey
Myer, according to the county coroner.
She apparently was electrocuted when she fell in a transformer
vault at Golden Era Productions north of San Jacinto, said
Riverside County sheriff's spokeswoman Perri
Feinstein-Portales.
"Her autopsy was performed today," Feinstein-Portales said
Tuesday. "Right now the cause of death is still pending,
however, there is nothing to indicate . . . she died at the
hands of another."
The cause of Myer's death will not be confirmed until
toxicology reports are received, which could take about eight
weeks, Feinstein-Portales said. The young woman's body was
badly burned in the accident.
The state is also investigating a number of safety issues,
including whether employees at Golden Era were properly trained
and if warnings were posted about high voltage.
The state Division of Occupational Safety and Health spokesman,
Dean Fryer, said the agency expects the investigation may be
done within three months.
Fryer said the state will look into how the woman got into the
underground electrical vault where she died.
The young woman was a member of the church and worked in
landscaping and maintenance, Golden Era General Manager Ken
Hoden said.
The studio produces promotional and training films for the
church.
Hoden said he spoke to the woman the day before the accident.
At that time, she was trying to catch squirrels and put them in
a cage so she could move them to another area. One squirrel had
been killed when it ventured into the vault, he said.
The entrance of the 8-foot-deep vault was a ground-level
manhole. Myer slipped on oil and died instantly after hitting a
7,200-volt wire, according to authorities. She was discovered
by a Golden Era security guard.
If the film studio is in violation of state safety rules, Fryer
said, fines can range from a few hundred dollars to $25,000.
Karin Marriott can be reached by phone at (909) 487-5230 or by
e-mail at kmarriott@pe.com
Staff writer Katie Ismael contributed to this report.
Published 6/28/2000
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From: shy_david@nospam.org (Shy David www.xenu.net)
Subject: Note to Gold Base / Hemet
Date: Wed, 28 Jun 2000 23:04:28 GMT
Organization: Worldwide Church of WWW.XENU.NET
Message-ID: <395a8396.4535085@nntp.lightlink.com>
Dear Ken Hodar.
Concerning cause and effect. The more you harass Keith Henson, the
more he will protest your crimes and human rights abuses. How is it
that you have not understood this simple fact? If you had left him
alone, he would not be one of your PR nightmares. I suspect that if
you cease your harassment of him, he would decrease or even hault his
protests against your crimes and human rights abuses. Can you not
understand this? Has Hubbard's "tech" so very much clouded your grasp
of the obvious?
Keith is also a good guy. I've seen him at work protesting your human
rights abuses and crimes---- he's like a relentless machine: still
fully human and with all the human kindness and warmth a machine
lacks, but with the same dogged determination of a machine set upon a
task that will not be haulted. Your harassment of him merely fuels
that machine-like nature of his protests and opposition to your
abuses.
I point out to you that Keith is a "good guy" because there is a
quality that all good men and women posess: when they see a problem
that needs fixing, they set out to fix it. Not out of a sense of ego;
not out of a sense of gaining any recognition or respect from their
peers; not out of threats if they do not fix the problem--- but from
the fact that problems that cause harm should be corrected just
because that is the thing to do. It is built into the DNA of good
women and men. You cannot harass it out of them; you cannot sue it out
of them.
Have you any comprehension of the spirit and dedication of the man you
chose to attack? When you pissed in has sandbox, did you not even
pause first to consider the consequences of attacking him?
The thing is, there are hundreds of thousands of people just like
Keith Henson. They are being educated about the crimes and human
rights abuses of your organization. They are waking up to this problem
that needs fixing; they are turning their attention to stare at you.
You may believe that Keith Henson is a Public Relations nightmare for
you, but just look at the growing crowd of good people just like him
who can no longer ignore your abuses. Multiply Keith Henson's
effectiveness by fifty for the year 2001; multily it by 1000 for year
2002; by 5,000 for year 2003---- good people stepping forward who feel
as Keith does: the abuse must stop!
You have a golden opportunity here. It's so simple, but you may not
have even thought of the solution to the dreaded Keith Henson / Good
People public relations nightmare you are facing and will face with
increasing intensity.
The solution is to cease your human rights abuses; cease your crimes;
put an end to your policy of harassment and intimidation; cease using
the justice system to hurt innocent people. In short, STOP BREAKING
THE LAW: not just the word of the law, but the spirit behind it.
Conceed the fact that each human being has the right to live free from
harassment when harassment is not warrented and unjustifiable.
If you did these things; if you allowed this solution to work for you,
you would see Keith Henson dissapear; protesters would go home;
picketers would just walk away; web pages would vanish off the
internet by the hundreds of thousands; the Lisa McPherson Trust would
close its doors forever; this newsgroup would be used by
Scientologists to discuss the Tech of Scientology, and not used by
ex-Scientologists and non-Scientologists to discuss the crimes and
abuses of Scientology Inc.
Give it a thought, Okay?
GrayHat
From: Perry Scott <perryATezlinkDOTcom> <Perry_member@newsguy.com>
Newsgroups: alt.religion.scientology
Subject: Transformer Vault FAQ
Date: 28 Jun 2000 16:37:48 -0700
Message-ID: <8je28c$1m3@drn.newsguy.com>
After reading some of the comments on a.r.s., it appears that
many do not understand what a transformer vault is.
As an electrical engineer and former power lineman (USAF) in
California (CAL-OSHA, protect me!), I'd like to dispel some
myths:
1) Transformer vaults are DANGEROUS. This is probably obvious,
but it bears repeating. Their intent is to shield "civilians"
from potentially lethal conditions. Only trained professionals
enter a vault. (This particular "professional" is scared to
death of them.)
2) There are no "shields". The shield is the manhole cover or
enclosure. The training wheels come off as soon as you enter a
vault. If you're in there, you're a professional. There are
exposed bus-bars, wires, and other nasty stuff. While you take
steps during construction to avoid killing your fellow lineman,
you also assume they know what they're doing.
3) Vaults are well-marked and physically-secure. One does not
"accidentally" enter a vault. The warning signs keeps out the
grownups, the manhole cover keeps out the kids.
4) Entry into a vault requires a minimum of two people. One to do
the work, and one spotter in case something goes wrong.
5) Ventilation equipment is mandatory. CO2 and methane are heavier
than air, and both collect in underground vaults. It is quite likely
that this poor woman went down the stairs, passed out from
asphyxiation, then fell onto the exposed equipment.
6) Oil in a transformer vault is a bad sign. While it may have been
PCB-free oil, it's another red flag for OSHA and the EPA. If the
worker doesn't know if that particular transformer is PCB-free, then
they should not enter until they find out. If there are PCBs, then
you get to pay for a lineman-in-baggies that can decontaminate the area.
7) It doesn't matter if a vault is on "church" property. This is a
public safety issue and the government has an obvious need to regulate.
8) When the first emergency vehicle showed up, they correctly surmised
that they were not adequately trained to recover a body from a vault,
hence the delay as they pondered vaults, electricity, and oil on the
floor. Eventually, a lineman had to come and either turn off power or
put on safety equipment. Not a fun job, in my estimation.
If I see any other M/Us as I read a.r.s., I'll add to this. Questions
and comments welcome.
Perry Scott, SP 4.3, ScienoSitter 3X + ISP + 2 words
Co$ Escapee
From: Keith Henson <hkhenson@netcom3.netcom.com>
Subject: Picket--gold base
Date: 30 Jun 2000 04:59:36 GMT
Message-ID: <8jh9fo$lnf$1@nntp9.atl.mindspring.net>
Due to being tied up on the phone about the latest death at gold base, and
a late plane, I didn't get to gold base till almost dark. Parked next to
where Ashlee died and did a fast walk from there to the east underpass.
They have an amazing collection of trees out there, some of them in giant
planters, trying to block the view of the road from the stairs leading
under the road. Will try to get some photos in the daylight. Also, they
have continued the green plastic tied to the fence trying to block the
view of the road from the south.
(*) may be at cause over the sea org, but *I* am at cause over (*).
On the way back, I saw one person walking in the plaza area. I waved and
the person looked at me. I had the paper for my new sign with me rolled
up. It reads:
Cult Victims:
Stacey Myer
Ashlee Shaner
Lisa McPherson
(I had one I made Sat. which included Roxanne Friend in the third place,
but the cult added a new victim Sunday and I have to keep the signs to 4
lines so they can be read far away.) The person stopped so I unrolled the
new sign. They nodded. Across the road there were a bunch in sea org
blues. *They* saw me and turned around. They were in earshot, so I said
"minus eight." They flinched.
More report tomorrow.
Keith Henson
PS. Who the heck was it who decided the expense reports had to be
denominated in euros?
