July 11, 1998 - Deep Wog

Ouch ouch ouch. As the aches diminish, DeepWog finds himself once again with the task of writing up an official ARSCC(wdne) Picket Report. In triplicate, says the form here. Hm. Will have to speak with Xenu about this encroaching bureaucracy.

A basic Toronto picket. We arrive at 10:00, we supress until 13:00. Even picket-hardened SP's need food [but we are working on the problem!], so we eat lunch. We return to the org at 14:00 to further committ suppressive acts and speak suppressive words and distribute suppressive literature and think suppressive thoughts until 17:00.

Total time 6 hours.

Cult defences are better this time. But still inadequate. They effectively surrender about 15:30 or so, maintaining only a token resistance against Gregg. The hard physical training that the Toronto SP's undertake bears fruit!

Anyways, the brain dump:

1) The usual public response. Honks, bicycle bells, thumbs up, the entire gamut of expressions of approval one can receive from total strangers.

Surely the cult leafletters can sense the mood of the public? When they look at the crowds that gather around us at times, don't they Get It Already?

2) We had Xenu and Lisa flyers. We also had a new editions of Dy'nEthics (by Artemis). And Wulfen made up a nice "Church of the Holy Censor" -- printing the entire Chuch of $cientology Index Prohibitorum from their net-nanny and latest Operation Foot Nuclear-Artillery-Shell.

3) Some of the opposition prove to be very aggressive. One lady clam takes to jumping right in front of groups of people, blocking there way, interrupting their conversations, while waving cult propoganda in their faces and bleating: "Do you want to be stress tested?"

Yes, "stress tested". Immediately, images of medieval racks come to mind. Or maybe they clamp the "raw meat" into vices, slowly squeezing every last nickel and dime out of their pockets? Or perhaps these tests involve holding the subject down and piling on the entire works of L Ron Hubbard until the subjects' body thetans are squeezed out? Shudder to think!

In any event, it was incredibly rude behaviour. We can only thank Bob that no one gave her a her a backhand slap for being an obnoxious twit on a busy sidewalk. We don't need that kind of trouble.

4) Another clamette decides that theft is the way to deal with the public. Her trick? We hand someone a flier. Clamette creates a minor disturbance while trying to give the person some cult craziness. In all the activity, she would reach out and actually *TAKE OUR FLIER FROM THE PERSONS HAND*.

I witnessed this once myself and was literally slackjawed. Totally speachless. A bonafide *criminal act* [theft] by a member of the *criminal cult* performed in daylight, before witnesses, on a busy public sidewalk.

The victim of the crime I witnessed, when he discovered his loss, was *livid*. Eyes popping. Extremely angry at this transgression of the law .. of his person. Thankfully he controlled it well, and no real incident resulted in this case.

Obviously this is not what one would call a serious offence; this gentleman was provided with a new flier without further ado. But the brazen, callous attitude this woman was showing for the law really was too much. So after lunch I have my camera out continuously, hoping to catch her on film.

Two close calls, but no hard evidence.

Whoever you are, Ms. Petty $cientologist Thief, you are on notice: I *will* eventually nail you, and I *will* display, to the entire world, the pictures of any criminal act(s) you commit on behalf of the criminal cult.

5) I lose count of how many fliers I hand out. Artemis and Gregg can make accurate estimates. However, this picket, I'm not as productive though. Mainly becaues I keep quiet.

6) Oddly, we meet up with the guy who tried to hassle Wulfen back on 1998 Jun 1 at the APA convention. At that time I was sure that guy was out-of-town because of his antics were off the wall compared to the more tame See Orgres we see at the Org -- but there he was today, giving us the Evil Eye while flexing his muscles. Provocation? Or recalled memories of whatever happened to him when we had Toronto Convention Centre security chase him away back on Jun 1?

7) Random encounters:

Guy walks pass me, taking a flyer before I can offer one:

<thick (german?) accent> "Yes, I *must* have information."

Obviously not a cult member. :-)

A couple walks by. They are confused as to which side I am on. I explain. The response:

"Ohhhhhhh! Well, we know all about the Church! We're from Clearwater!"

I am so surprised and delighted, I forget my manners and neglect to offer condolences.