AUDITORS DAY PICKET

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

PROLOGUE (continued):

"Well feel free to look around then, Father. You will excuse me but I have to run and change. If you have any questions everyone is taking a break at the other end over there. Bye"

"Good bye and thank you"

"You are welcome, Father."

The moment she reached the top of the escalator I whipped out my camera and started taking shots.
I knew I would have only a few moments.
First a shot of a terrible likeness of Hubbard done in bronze and on a Pedestal.
Then a shot of a table with forms for filling out and much literature. (None of which I felt was ethical to take.)
Then a full shot of the Co$ half of the Lobby.
I then advanced to the displays and the staff behind the escalators.

Staff were beginning to be aware of my flash.
I hoped my camera batteries were fresh enough to cycle into 'flash-ready' fast enough.
I got a shot of a display of Emeters, seven in all. ( Retail $35,000 total, manufacturers price: $50.00 each.)

E-Meters on Display.

Book Display.

One Co$Lady was closing in and was not happy.
I got one more shot in of the book display of "Truth" and "Mest".

Now they were closing in from all sides except the way had come, so I began to walk back to the escalators as I put my camera away.

The Co$Lady was quite upset: "What are you doing!?" she asks.

CosLady.

"Oh no," she says, "Why are you taking Pictures?!"

"For publication", I answer.

"Publication?! Where?! For who?!"

"On the Internet and the Web for the education of the general public. I like to keep people abreast of the activities of the Church of Scientology in Toronto."

" Who told you you could take pictures?!"

" Who says I can not?"

"Well, no one, but you should ask first!"

"Why? This area is a public one and besides I was invited by ---- to take a look. Also, if I had asked would I have received permission?"

"NO!"

"That is precisely why it was important for me *not* to ask. Scientology hides a lot, doesn't it?"

"What is your name? Are you a Priest or something?"

At this point I am almost on the escalator, six Sea Ogres and others are converging.

" Yes, and my name is Gregg Hagglund."

She hurriedly grabs paper and a pen from the Registrars table, knocking things about. Now I am on the up escalator.

"You needn't write it down," I offered," Mr. Buttnor is well acquainted with me."

There is now a small group crowded at the bottom of the escalator watching me ascend into the rational world. One shouts up at me,

"I know you! You have no right to be in this building!"

" You forgot something" I shouted back, now nearing the top of the escalator and facing backwards to my direction of travel.

"What?" that one yelled back.

"Wog Law Rules" I said and did a nicely timed back step off the escalator at the top.
I stopped neatly without a jar and looked back down at them.

I felt a deep saddness sweep over me for the angry group at the Bottom of the Up Escalator.

There they stood impotently or milled about, trapped in the Fantasy Hell woven by a meglomaniac.

Most unfortunate. They are all victims.

I headed for the Hilton Security Office. No one was there, but the door was standing open and the phone was ringing and blinking.
The button flashing showed the call originating from the Convention Level.
I briefly toyed with anwering it and driving the Co$ites crazy, but did not. I waited ten rings and it stopped. I waited a little longer, just outside the door and then I left the Hotel to meet with Artemis at the CITYTV speakers corner for a Television Appearance.

It was a 500 meter walk.

The weather was holding. Sunny, but cool and the wind was a bit gusty. I was looking forward to a good Picket and Information Dissemination to the well heeled, car bourne,theatre goers attending the very expensive Sat Nite Shows.

But first to meet with Artemis and to create for the Toronto Co$, the Sound Bite From Hell.

...Continued.