STREET TALK

This is a true transcript, with editorial comment, of publicly and openly recorded discourses between myself and others and members of the Church of Scientology of Toronto, one of whom may be clearly identified as 'Reverend' Al Buttnor. These made on May 10, 1997 in a public place,being the sidewalk in front of and adjacent to 696, 698 and 700 Yonge St. Toronto Ontario.

All parties who are identified in any manner were cognizant that a recording device was in use.

Comments by myself are in [square brackets].

• "OT7" refers to a female staff member of the Church of Scientology of Toronto.
• "RB" refers to the 'Reverend' Al Buttnor member of the Church of Scientology of Toronto.
• "D'ART" refers to an anonymous individual member of the protest.
• "WGH" refers to myself. I personally made this recording.

NOTE: Not until later, after these recordings did I get to see the DA packet being handed out about the protest and myself.

A little 'friendly conversation' mostly between Big Al (on the right) and yours truly (on the left).

I and my two companions were immediately photo, video and audio recorded as we began our lawful demonstration. I was first approached by a middle aged woman whom I later learned was an OT7. She asked me my name before I could get my recorder turned on.

WGH: " Would you like to ask me that again?"
OT7: " What is your name?"
WGH: " My name is William G. Hagglund. Its on the permit or the Notice of Demonstration."
OT7: "Okay"
WGH: "You can look it up at the police station. And all my particulars, address, phone number, hat size, everything else, OK?"
OT7: "And what are the names of your two other colleagues?"

[ Here I screwed up and anticipated she was going to ask if my companions would share their names, hence my over quick answer:]

WGH: "Oh, I have no idea."
OT7: "Ok, so I'll ask them myself."
WGH: "Yeah. You'll have to ask them that. We are all independents."
OT7: "Okay."
WGH: "What's your name?"
OT7: "Ah, its not important."
WGH: "Okay. I see. I've given you my name, but you won't give me yours."
OT7: "That's right."
WGH: "Ah! Very Good! I'd say that's very  fair."
OT7: "Okay."

[Moments later I am approached by Reverend Buttnor. I again take a moment to pull out and turn on my recorder:
RB, off tape, asked "Are you William Hagglund?"
For the rest of this we are moving constantly. The Reverend wants to stop, but I keep control by walking. I had determined if he wanted to pump me it would be on my terms.]

WGH: "Yes! You'd like to ask me a question?"
RB: "Yeah. Why are you doing this?"
WGH: "Ah, because I am opposed to certain of the organisational practices of the Church of Scientology."
RB: "And what are they?"
WGH: "Ah, we'll start with Fair Game and well, also [I dodge a passerby] well, go from there."
RB: "Really? So let me ask you this:-"
WGH: "We have to keep moving. Its the rules."
RB: "-What is the ah, What particularly is your experience with Scientology?"
WGH: "What is my experience? Personally? Not much. I've read Dianetics. I've read about everything else too. It took me about fiveweeks reading Operation Clambake to get everything."
RB: "Right. So you're ah, you're a Psychologist right?
WGH: "Oh No. No, no,no."
RB: "You're and exit counsellor right?-"
WGH: "Yes I am!"
RB: "- You're an exit counsellor is that correct?"
WGH: "I see your intelligence is very good!"
RB: "Well, you put it on the Internet, sir-"
WGH: "That's right! Now, of course you guys don't monitor the Internet. I mean all those people you have post on the Internet deny you monitor the Internet for you. Right? Like RonsAmigo is not handling the Internet, eh?"
RB: "I don't know what you're talking about."
WGH: "Of Course Not! Of course not. [ Our hero RB begins to retreat in confusion.]
RB: "No, of course not buddy! You're the one that is out here with your signs-"
WGH: "That's Right! Would you like to ah-"
D'ART: "-carry one for awhile?"
WGH: "Yeah, Hah! [ RB is now backing away into the main Org. doorway.]
"Would you like to read about it, sir?" [ I wave a flyer at him but you can hear a passerby snatch it out of my hand. I address the passerby:] "The story of Xenu." [ A woman in a business suit grabs one as she passes. To her:] " Here is what they don't tell you." [ A middle aged man and his daughter come up and he gestures for an RX. I address him:] "Here you go, sir, bedtime reading."

Here I stopped the recorder, but after a few moments to gather himself RB makes a stab at a return:

RB: off tape "Look buddy-"
[I turn the tape on:]
RB: "-the United Nations guarantees we have freedom of religion and religious thought and the right to practice ones religion right?"
WGH: "AB-So-lutely! And it-"
RB: "You go along with that-"
WGH: "Yes! It also guarantees the right to protest."
RB: "Sure it does, "[ he points at my sign] "but, it helps if you are honest doesn't it?"
WGH: "Yes it does."[ I point to it too.] "Now that says Scientology: Dangerous UFO CULT."
RB: "Now what's dangerous sir? Come on. Lets get down to basics on this! Come on! You're the one, er, You've found three lunatics-"
WGH: "HAH!"
RB: "You're, you're like Heavens Gate! Three lunatics wandering around!"
WGH: "Straw man, sir. Tell it to Lisa Macpherson about the Introspection Run-"
RB [Quickly retreats]: "Oh, right, right, right."
Here ends the tape as RB leaves the field.

Elapsed time of all this is three minutes.

I don't think I had more of an objective than to not let him run the show or set the rules. I did not realize until later that I had him on tape admitting he had researched my postings on the Internet.
This is very anti-social, as he had to deliberately and intentionally misquote, misconstrue and omit portions of my archived Usenet Posts in lame attempt to defame me. Too bad he didn't catch on to the false trails I deliberately left, just in case some DA Pack were ever to be assembled about me by the Co$ from the Net.