INFAMY! II
A LOUD BRAWL!

Picketing the Church of Scientology© since May 10, 1997, for Objectionable Management Practises.

PART 2:

The Battle of the BabbleSpeakers was on.

It was 4:20 and I began a virtual none stop oratory that lasted until the org was forced out of the contest at 5:30.

First I apologised to all in earshot but "the Scientologists were demonstrating their contempt for Civil Law or Wog law as they called it and trying to interfere with my freedom of speech."

I threw this in every once in a while.

I went on and on about Court Opinions, the $100,000 secret, Scientology being ashamed and embarrassed about the Xenu story, the No Christ bit, the Fair game Policy, Hubbards Utopia and the disposal quietly and without sorrow of critics and the infirm, the deaf, the mentally challenged etc. People were stopping across the street and egging me on. Some were shouting things like 'Let'em have it!' 'You tell'em' 'Go louder, louder' 'F--k those cult bastards' etc. There is a lot of antipathy for the CoS around TO.

Despite the noisy battle people were flocking across the busy street, even as car traffic began to pickup, to get a Xenu Flyer.

Artemis was being swamped.

He could hardly deal out the RXSpecials fast enough.

At 5 pm the org increased the sound one last desperate increment. I resisted the temptation no more and went to #5.
From my position at the roads edge, as I turned and spoke North and then South, I could see people two blocks away craning their necks to catch alook at the source of the sound. I fell into Barker mode and stretched every word and syllable.

Artemis and I quickly decided to keep on picketing until either 6pm or the last flyer.

The days end crowds were pouring past Artemis. He looked like he was almost tossing the flyers out. Hands were grabbing and people were smiling and giving us thumbs up, not trying to shout encouragement over the competing dins, but wanting to communicate their near universal approval.

Finally an angry young woman came up to me and demanded to know if we were going to be here again tomorrow. She couldn't stand another minute of this crap, she shouted. She went on to shout she was going to call a cop!

Artemis was coming over to me for the last bundle of 50 RXSPecials in my bag.
He chipped in that she *should* call a cop!
I added that I *had* almost an hour ago, but the Co$ were trying to drown us out!
She suddenly twigged.
'You are against them?!' She shouted, questioningly.
Yes!, Artemis and I shouted back, affirmatively.
She snatched a flyer from Artemis and marched away without a word.
As I started in again I noticed this woman pulling a cell phone from her bag as she walked.

The last wave of passersby swept past Artemis and I and it seemed in mere moments he shouted that he was down to the last 2 dozen or less.

The org sound abruptly stopped at almost exactly 5:30.

I think somebody had the riot act read them on the phone.

What a relief! I thumbed the mike back to #2 and glanced back at the org. The street behind me was empty. Not a Cosite in sight. I spotted a few huddling inside the 'store'. They appeared to be arguing. At least there were several unhappy faces and much gesturing.

The crowds diminshed as if someone had turned off a faucet.

Artemis went through the next to last flyer at 5:45 and we decided to call it quits.
We were at Cause again over the org.

But the days drama was not yet over.

....Continued