Hemet Pickets Monday Started about 7:10 and put in over an hour. Oddly enough, all five buses were parked this morning at 7:13. One, perhaps more, of them left later. Edwin Richardson and Frank Petty (aka thug 2) seem to be very concerned about me (or someone) using tape of their antics in a commercial activity. (Isn't Funnest Home Videos off the air?) They warned me not to use their images or voice--which in Richardson's case is funny, since an .mpg file of him jumping me in LA has been on the net for years with no complaints. Richardson acked that he knew about being on the net. The patter runs: "You do not have my permission to record my voice and it is illegal to record my voice without my permission. You also do not have my permission to record any images of my person and use them for commercial purposes or otherwise." I commented that recent photos of them were already on the net and offered the URL, but then when Richardson said he wanted it, I could not remember where they were. Now that I think about it, they are on xenu-umbra somewhere. Richardson asked politely what the bracelet I wear is about and I said cryonics, i.e., instructions on what to do if found in a defunct condition. He wanted to know if I was going to be frozen, and I made the reply that I hoped not. I gave him the well known saying in cryonics that the second worse thing that can happen to you is to be frozen. (The worse is left to the reader.) I have not commented on this before, but gold base staff plays peek-a-boo with me at the guard gate. They stand behind it and move back and forth so I can't see them. But like very small kids, they usually leave part of them hanging out where I can see it. More or less grown people doing this is somewhere between amusing and pathetic. First time I went by the west plaza, it was entirely deserted except for two big crows drinking from a puddle left by the sprinklers. I tried to get a photo of the crows, but got a dual thug dance out of Richardson and Petty. Thug 2 has developed a little wider range of patter beyond accusations of child molesting (boys and girls), burning kids and the like. He seems to be intensely concerned about my working, my finances, my daughter's college expenses . . . , and me coming out there day after day, week after week . . . . You could tell he was not happy about being there himself and wondered off into accusations that I was going to extort scn for $5 million *and* blow them up. Illogic of this type doesn't seem to bother scns, nor do they understand why I find it funny. Then thug 2 threw in a pathetic whine asking if I am going to be here all week. He also seemed to be very concerned about me upgrading my car rental. Ah, yes, and they are obsessed about Bob Minton (no surprise there). They seem to have an idea that the ARSCC has a "blacklist," and that we might put the construction people on it. Breathless, thug 2 said "I have heard you are an obsessed, crazy old man." This give me a real grin because I have been called "young man" more in the last few weeks than I have in decades. Of course, the people who are saying this are typically 20-30 years older than I am and are really enjoying the color/adventure I have brought to their retirement community. The patter eventually hit on the IRS. Thug 2 wanted to know if I had ever had any trouble with them, bringing up a conversation where I had been discussing the blackmailing of the IRS by scn and the IRS overruling a Supreme Court decision with a woman who stopped and talked some weeks ago. (I concluded at the time she was most likely scn, even though--if staff--she was pregnant in violation of Flag Order 3905.) The point of trying to find out if I had been hassled by the IRS completely escapes me. A little later he asked "Does the IRS know your out here?" Of course, under certain circumstances the IRS would know I was out there . . . . <grin> Ah, and thug 2 asked me if I "had any more thugs coming" explaining this to refer to LK and friend who came out last Friday. Those guys *really* spooked the clams and clam PIs. [Thug 2] "Why are you smiling Mr. Henson." (no answer) "It looks like a very sinister smile to me." "You enjoying this little game Mr. Henson of seeing what staff of this property you can observe and phonograph and put on your black list Mr. Henson?" (no answer) "You enjoy that Mr. Henson?" (no answer) [Richardson prompts "stalk."] "It appears that he is stalking." Thug 2 then wondered back into deep concern for my employment. Of course, if he knew about my background, he would know that the last time I was an employee was in . . . 1972. With no context or lead in he jumped to "Did the state declare you legally insane." A little later, "Are you actually going to disintegrate the church of scientology? (pause--gets breath) or are you insinuating a bomb threat, Mr. Henson?" (few seconds later) "Are you having any problems with the IRS, Mr. Henson?" followed by: "Are you reporting any income that Bob Minton gives you? (breathless) "to the IRS?" "Do they know about that? The camera? Plane tickets? Rental car? You keeping track of all these expenses, Mr. Henson?" "Do you advise them? You think they would like to know." [honk from a passing truck] . . . . [Back at my car, getting into it] [Richardson] "Well, what time should I expect you by Mr. Henson?" [Me] "Don't know." [Richardson] "Might have some nice cold water for you that way." [Me] "Don't know when I will be back." [Richardson] "Sure?" [Me] "Really don't. Depends on what else happens today." [second installment later] Keith Henson Reporting on conditions outside the military like "base" from the Hemet front (Gold "base" is considered to be a military base in their conversation.)