SD Clamarama part Doo 22 July 2001
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.
"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"
22 Jul 2001
Barb
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