Shop Front under the Black awning is the CD-Store that got irate about
the picket; after picket shopping trip netted many long-sought CDs and
broke the budget.
Out of frame-right is a jewelry store with some fabulous blue topaz jewelry,
amongst other baubles. Red awning is the flower shop that was
fairly accomodating. Be nice to the neighbors. Being
a Yuppie -- two BMWs in every garage -- town, the shopping was tastefully
exhilarating!
Left: Xenu.
Middle-rear: Clam photog
Others: FRARSCC* volunteer extras!.
How does an organization with the special qualities of the FRARSCC*
compensate Volunteer Extras?
Fame, photos, prozac and belly-ripping laughs from silly cultic slapstick-tech-application.
Center: Bob Penny in the green jacket.
Center-Right: Joe Neal, trying to blend in with the locals by
wearing a gimme-cap from a ski-resort many locals cannot afford to patronize.
Back-Right: Guy in the tall hat is Robert Anderson, the Boulder Mission
owner.
Front: Borrowed clam from the Boston; I think was I/C
of the operation, but opinions differ. She was very nice. "Picture
please?" Instant pose. Oddly, people who made
a point of getting names for the picket-roster were unable to find a name
for her; she wouldn't share it with anyone.
(Write me if you can supply names for any of culties.)
Local Clams. They might look lazy and downstat, but Boulder is
a casual town. As they project that image, they're actually very
upstat in a relaxed sort of way.
No body runs in Downtown Boulder. It's very sedate; nobody
does cloral-hydrate unless they're sneeking a mini-vacation. Downtown
Boulder will never have an RPF -- unless $cientology has some unannounced
plans of their own.
The guy on the left ("Suit") is reported to be a local OSA drone, who answers to Denver DSA Deb Danos. At the picket, he alternated picket duty with being Joe Neal's gopher and look-out.
Another imported clam; another easy poser. This is the screamer that almost got hauled off by the cops for harassing Lawrence Wollersheim and just generally causing a disturbance. She could be really nice, as long as you bought the shore stories; but that wasn't fun and would have left her stat-sheet short. I'm proud to say that many of us took her plight to heart, and made sure she would get something a little better than rice'n'beans and a short pay-check for her trouble. And besides, we so rarely see high-toned clam babes here, much less cute little red-heads.
Notice that if you take pictures at a picket, you will be photographed. It was kinda fun, until the novelty wore off. Then it felt like just another cheap Elron-kinda-con. It might have been a con, given that I didn't see Joe Neal (below) check his batteries once and didn't see tthe clam photogs change film ever. Maybe they're OTs, very fast, or use aerial reconnaissance film packs; or they just bluff their asses off? They make more shutter noise than a busload of tourists! It's possible I may have been distracted the imported female clams.
Joe Neal; another imported clam; rumored to be a top OSA sleuth. (Would
anyone sell ARSCC secrets to a guy like this?)
I asked him if I could take his picture; he said sure; but,
I never got a shot of his face. I think he hides behind his
camera.
There are subtle culties, but only one or two came to this picket; that
I spotted.
Center: German news crew. (Asked me why Americans tolerated $cientology?
Because we don't play rugby?)
Left: Xenu, Right: Larry Wollersheim, Others:
Stealth picketeers and Volunteer Extras!
Hail Xenu! Hail Xenu! Hail Xenu!
Universally recognized suppressive, tyrant and a helluva nice alien.
Note how the FRARSCC* picketeers cleverly infiltrate the cultie lines, so it looks like they're our paid shills!? (When folks're saving up that $360,000 it takes to go all the way to OTV-III -- yes, that's right, $360,000 for OT-VIII and the pre-requisite flying saucer cult brainwashing -- you can't expect them to volunteer for free!)
* The FRARSCC (Front Range Alt.Religion.Scientology Central Committee) does not exist, except as a transient byte stream looping endlessly from server to server, and back, across the Cultic INCOMM network; for all eternity, or until the cheap Cultic batteries run down.
Special thanks to the clam cult, without whom there would have been no reason to wind film, and this roll would have been 10 years in the camera, instead of a mere four; thanks guys!
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