July 17, 1999 - AndroidCat

Today was hot. humid. pollution advisory. But other that it was a nice day!

I joined Alan and Gregg in the parking lot before 10 am. Wulfen said that work was busy and he wouldn't make it. 150% of our required quota, so we had a picket!

We crossed over to the org, and contacted the off-duty officer as usual (*KA-CHING*!). I just about exteriorized in shock when I saw Andy Hill. Up before noon?! (I try not to get personal, but Andy does look like he needs some exercise--not quite second trimester yet, but... He should try picketing, definitely an X-treme sport in this weather!)

Alan gave in to the dark side .. of the other side of street. Gregg took point with picket sign on stand and I "proceeded" back and forth in front.

One org member did quiz me about the "Illuminati -- eye triangle -- Someone you trust is one of us" shirt. (www.sjgames.com) Then he went and quizzed Gregg about it too. Har! Since we both just quoted Hubbard about the twelve bankers (independently--don't try to mind-wrestle with fen, we might be wogs, but you're just mundanes--Hubbard used the dark side of SF fandom.), so he might be sure we're members of The Conspiracy Out To Get Them. He mentioned the U.S. dollar bill reference, but I don't think he like me mentioning the Hubbard Dianetics triangle. (Good thing I didn't mention the Crowley cross.)

Oddly enough, I can see a spot on the door of the Hubbard Dianetics Foundation where the triangle *used* to be. I expect the secret masters told them to quit it, *snork*!

And no other Co$ members asked me about it. I would have loved to be in on the huddle that evaluated my shirt and decided on the tactics to handle it. Give it a try and see what they do. (Remember: The Illuminati are those twelve bankers and the Markabs, the 4th and 5th invader forces, and their little dog too!)

I got the "I want to ask you something" routine again. It that a standard drill? It's been exactly the same from a few of them. This time it was "Gregg is probably psychotic and a degraded being, and did you know that they use followers who are robotic?" I'm paraphrasing a bit, I wish I had it on tape. No no fools! Meesa is android, not robotic! "No I didn't know that, excuse me. beep-beep."

Morning was light traffic, until sudden a parade came through at 11. It was the Hare Krishna Festival of Chariots. Holy Moley! Several cool floats with people pulling them, lots of people coming down the sidewalks, costumes, masks, dancing, people handing out rice and stuff. While a lot of the people were of Indian background, it was a general Toronto ethnic mix, and clothing mix (and both were mixed)--and everyone was having fun! Heck, if I wasn't doing a picket, I would have joined in, it did look fun as I said. (And some smarts: the 3 story floats were gimmicked to shrink to fit under intersection wires, and they had vans handing out bottled water following behind.)

Huh. Now there's a religion that seems to be doing a good job on the 12 step recovery program for reformed religions. If $cientology could reform into Scientology, I bet they could have a lot more fun. I'd definitely join a Xenu parade! (Even a Bring Your Own H-Bombs parade.)

I executed the "getting the hell out of there" maneuver back to the side of the org while all that passed. Gregg hit the crowd with a whole bunch of flyers.

Silly me forgot to bring sunscreen, but Gregg had some so I smeared myself good. I got lightly toasted in some parts, but not in any important parts.

Then Dan, Andy and "the new guy" started doing the tag-team on Gregg. Their whole tactic seemed to be to tie up Gregg (Alan was hit at the same time across the street, not a lot of effect) rather than to try and win any debate. I think they were hoping that Gregg would be antidisinturbulated by Peter Ramsay's tactics and they could wear him down in relays. No such luck and they had to keep rotating their team. Stupid "standing in front of Gregg's sign" tactics were used. So Gregg ditched the stand and kept a bit mobile. (By the end, one silly fool was standing almost on the road in front of the sign.)

While they were trying that, Gypsy Blue arrived and distributed a storm of flyers (also on the dark side of the street. I'm melting, I'm melting!). So a fat lot of good trying to tie people down did them!

And two ex-members showed up and handed out chilled beverages. Bless them! (I'd already quaffed half a Gatorade, but it was a day for replenishing Our Precious Bodily Fluids.)

We broke for lunch a little bit early. And told the officer that we'd be back at 2:30 rather than 2pm.

Over lunch, the two ex-members joined us. Much was discussed. Bwhahaha! Like I'm going to say anything about it. (But one ex-member did know Andy way back when. <grin>)

There was another great story, but I don't know how true it is, and I said I wouldn't say anything about it. So I won't. But Al Buttnor could say something about it if he wanted to. If it was true.

When we went back, we had a new picket member--David Miscavidge!

Yes DM the (*) himself! Gregg carried him over and attached him to a post beside the trash containers in front of the org. DM, slightly larger than life in a black suit and wearing a pink tutu. He didn't say anything (but had a word balloon saying "Scientology is too too much") and was pretty flat, but he lasted through the afternoon. Gregg brought him all the way from Clearwater. The officer told Co$ that it would cost $250 US to break him. They didn't. (And no, we didn't burn him. How woood!)

It was really odd. When they eased up to do the "sign-block" maneuver, they still stood respectably slightly to side of DM. There was the Co$ tag-team member, DM, and Gregg all in a friendly row. (No pictures, pity!)

Most of the Co$ Squad was gone after lunch. Perhaps the long lunch break fooled them?

Gypsy Blue continued to flood people with leaflets. She doesn't just walk back and forth, she does tight circles. Thank Xenu she's on our side! Sure, she's cute but that can't be all of it because when she says "here take this flyer" "space aliens" or somesuch, it's kind of elemental. You *will* take that flyer!

And then Wulfen popped up! Nobody should be expected to work all day in this heat. So he didn't, but joined us instead. (Umm...)

One staffer foot-bulleted. Someone was talking to me, and she joined in. (They had their almost libelous flyer with Gregg, Alan, Wulfen, and my picture on the front and she just had to hand it out.) She tried the loud voice (tone 40) tactic and completely annoyed him. I smiled and said "read both and judge for yourself". Oops!

Then 4:40ish, we ran out of flyers. Gregg and Alan brought 900, add my 50 or so. That's a lot of flyers! We wrapped up just in time for a bit of rain to come down.

No sign of any revenge pickets at my building when I got home.

Ron of that ilk.
Member of the Illuminati?, no no, <raise eyebrow>, of course not!
(Next month I'll use the Dobbshead "Get Slack and Control the World" shirt.)