INFAMY! II
A LOUD BRAWL!

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

PART 3:

But the days drama was not yet over.

I turned off the M-phone and pocketed the Mike in my vest. Artemis inverted his Picket sign and we started South to go back to my van. We walked past the org. storefront, then Brothers in the middle and started past the org Office section.
Artemis stopped and said 'Look, inside the doors! An Event Poster!'
I stopped and looked. We were both on the sidewalk.
Sure enough, inside the second set of glass office doors was a big 50s neo-proletariot style poster announcing an 'Auditor's Day'. The details were badly written in a white bottom strip.

I whipped a pen and paper out of one of my vest pockets and stepped up to and peered through the outside set of doors. I needed to see the location date and time and it was there, but in a terrible scrawl.

Things then happened fast.

I was suddenly surrounded. Buttnor was on my left, but I ignored him. He is all bluster and no guts.

But 'Wimpy' was on my right and *very* close.
"Get out of there!" he growled as I started to write down the details on the poster, " You are trespassing!".

I gave him a head to toe sideways glance.
" I am not demonstrating." I said, " and I am not in your building, but I am going to write down the details of that publicly displayed sign as I have a right to do."

" You have no rights!" Wimpy sneered.

"Oh?" I asked, and reached for my tape recorder.
" Would you care to say that again?" I asked.
He grimaced.
" I thought not." I said quietly.
" You know Wimpy," I went on as I finished writing," I think you should report to ethics. You are obviously in a condition of doubt. You flunked your TR attempt with me before and you can't do a thing about a mere SP Wog being at Cause over you and this Org."

Then he stepped in and gave me a solid bit of his shoulder, just as I thought he might.

He knows nothing of KI. I was set and centred and he bounced right off.

He then whipped away and headed behind me towards Artemis.

The semi-tearful Wimpy Sea Ogre.

"Get back", Wimpy whined to Artemis.

Artemis didn't move. but pointed down and said, " I'm on the public sidewalk."

" And so am I" I added joining Artemis.

Wimpy looked to be almost in tears and he stormed past us and up the street to the Org Storefront.

Now I turned back to Buttnor.
He looked at Artemis and me and said,
"You guys should come out everyday, we haven't been this busy in awhile!"

Artemis and I laughed and I calmly said,
" Oh, you always say that! Do you know how twisted that is? Are you so desperately downstat you have to suck up to two SPs you can not control?"

Buttnor lost it entirely.

He began shouting" You promote hatred! You promote hatred!" You are a hatemonger! You are a hatemonger!"

I caught his eye and quietly advised him. " You know that is defamatory and untrue. Nothing I have said is in the least bit hatred. You've taped it all and your own lawyers have told you so, haven't they?"

"Get out! Get Out or I'll call the Police!" Buttnor shouted.

I shook my head and said, "I am on the public street talking reasonably and you are shouting at me.
You look very stressed. Are you worried about not making that $500,000 mortgage payment on Dec 24?"

Buttnor gave me a look I am sure was meant to kill and stormed off up the street in the path of the semi-tearful Wimpy and disappeared into the Store Front.

I looked into the doorway of the Business half of the org and there were the two Lady Cosites. One was on the a Cell Phone. Probably busy giving the Police a very different version of the attempted physical assault on me and then the verbal one on Artemis and I.
I caught the shorter LadyCosite's eye and asked, " Why is Buttnor so non-confront? Why am I so easily at Cause over him? Don't you have any *real* scientologists around here?"
And she looked me square in the eyes and smiled! Her eyes sparkled and then she gave a short laugh, glanced at her companion and then looked down abruptly. After a moment she looked up at me again and her eyes were dead.
Like dolls eyes or sharks eyes.
Just empty. A startling and sad transformation.

Artemis and I then turned to go and a bystander to this loud last fruitless effort by Buttnor and Wimpy relieved Artemis of the last RXSpecial.

We then dodged traffic to cross the street and called it a day.

Of course, part of Buttnor and Wimpy's hysteria was caused by Artemis noticing and me recording the information on their next 'Big Event'.

It is an obvious Demonstration Opportunity.

They know it and so do we.

They regard it as the next skirmish they might lose as they have seven times already.

I look it as another excellent chance to disseminate in an orderly and as pleasant as possible manner the bane of the CoS: Truth.

We will do a public call for Toronto Picketers.
This one is not going to be a surprise at all.

Best,

Gregg SP4