Las Vegas Picket Reports

Subject: Vegas Picket - Again
Date: Mon, 19 Aug 1996 21:15:08 GMT

The Police. First off when I called in this morning, like always, I was shuffled from person to person. I ended up with a woman, she said, "you know the rules, if nobody calls in you won't be bothered." And she hung up. I never even spoke to her. It sure is nice to be known. When I arrived at cclv there was a cop waiting. I know I sound paranoid. I sat in my car and waited for the cop to leave and then went out to picket. 11:52AM. In a few minutes the cop was back. So I looked right at him, smiled and waved hello. He turned his head away and drove off. So much for the police.

cclv is filthy, the neighborhood is filthy. Where I had to walk is a narrow sidewalk with broken glass on it. A working girl came by and I asked her if she was here to help me picket. Across the street 3 street people were sucking on a bottle. I was unshaven and wearing dungarees. I fit right in with the neighborhood.

The street side of my picket sign said:
Needed
Truth
In
Advertising

This is my theme. It annoys me that the free six month membership form does not say that anyone who asks for a refund is a criminal. I am not a criminal, and resent being labeled one.

On duty were Nathan, Janne Bjork, Val Garcia. All c-org. There was a female, 18? who I had not seen before. I had written about a young female that they had on TR's. She is gone, this is a different one. This one might be a real clam, she would not read the org side of my sign. I did 15 minutes at cclv and then headed over to the big org. Janne and Nathan had left before I did. Val, after doing the phone thing, went out back to smoke. Val would not look at me. Janne and I smiled at each other till Janne got tired of it.

There were 7 vehicles at the big org. I did a picket there for 30 minutes. More than enough time for them to get me arrested. It never happened. I had a bail bondsman on standby. One thing happened at the big org that made for a nice day. I planted a seed. Some new guy, 25? good looking, healthy, stopped as he was walking into the org, he said hello and asked me to stop so he could read the org side of the sign. It read:
Do you not consider
it odd that there
has been no
DECLARE
issued?
Get me my declare!!!

The guy just looked at me, and I said in a real matter of fact voice, "It's been a year now, I can't get it." And I shrugged my shoulders and went back to walking. And so I planted a seed.

There was no rallying call sent out, in fact two of the staff went out for lunch while I was marching. As I left Janne and Nathan were arriving. And so the dance begins again. They will not know when I will arrive or how long I will stay. I like it, by my lonesome I keep two orgs on hold.

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Subject: Got One :(
Date: Wed, 21 Aug 1996 20:17:36 GMT

9:25Am there were already 11 vehicles amassed so I did the little org. They had one vehicle at 9:48. 5 of them by about 10:20. Janne would not even make eye contact for the first 30 minutes. I walk very close to the windows and usually look in at them. The day was completely uneventful until Lasca came out to talk to me. We said a lot but basically I was talking to a wall. I was at a point where I was explaining that I would rather not destroy the church when Janne came out to get her for a phone call. She smiled and said "you can't destroy the church." I had planned to leave after an hour but would not leave on this note. And so I picketed another 20 minutes until she came out to her car.

And then I hit this woman hard, fast and mean. As she approached her car I said, in a high friendly voice, "one question L, just one question" I was smiling, my voice was light, arms spread at my sides, she smiled back and said OK.

"My declare Lasca, why don't I have a declare?" she stopped smiling. You'll have one soon. "No L, it has been a year and no declare, why?" By this time I am not smiling also and have been moving in on her. "Why not Lasca, you know I got the refund, you know I picket" "well you'll get it" "No Lasca, not good enough, you know I place Xenu ads (she pauses) Do you know about Xenu (she twitches) "No" I let her know I saw her twitch, I let it sink in, and all this time I've been moving in on her, I stop when I am within arm's reach. "ask yourself why Lasca, what is wrong, why no declare" "and I put information on the internet, I haven't put your names and addresses there, but you know I know things." This part really got to her. She had taken out a cigarette and her hands were shaking badly, lighting it was out of the question. She was badly shaken by now. And all the while I am going on and on with "why Lasca why" in a low deep voice and I'm leaning into her and she is trapped and I don't let it go I just keep on saying "where is the declare, why no declare, why are they afraid to declare me"

One of the males comes out, Steve Y., Steve takes in the scene in a glance and heads off to his right *avoiding* us. Lasca is so shaken that Steve's presence does not break the spell for her. I am right on this woman almost chanting in her ear. But the spell for me is broken. Which is good, a few more minutes and I would have had her in tears. I now back away, spread the arms again, smile, use a light voice and say, "ask yourself why Lasca, why no declare,"

My car is parked close to the org, I stand on the street side of the car, where they can accidentally hit me and let them drive by. All the while I am ready to leap of course. In a last gesture of dominance I stare into their rear-view mirrors.

And then I drive away myself. Not chipper and jubilant. I drive away feeling like a real big hero.

But it was hot, sweat running down my eyes and my ribs. And she got me mad, and I was thinking of Tony. How they picked his pockets, tore the sign off his back, about him sitting in a holding tank. And I got mad, and I tore into this woman with no mercy.
And Tony, this is as nasty as I get Sir.
So don't make a phone call telling me to behave. :)

And my plan, born almost a year ago is working.
If I get the Declare I win.
If I don't get it I win.

And I wish I didn't know them personally, it would be easier on my spirit. This particular one, Lasca, is the mother of the child I call The Argumentative One. Lasca is not a criminal monkey.

OSA, I need that Declare for the court case I have planned. And *do not* punish Lasca. Keep her out of my path. Give me Janne. Duncan is useless. Val has no confront. Give me Janne. Or give me the kid Nathan.

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Subject: Quiet day
Date: Thu, 22 Aug 1996 18:54:40 GMT

It was a quiet day. Not really :)
But I have to hide stuff from OSA for a short time.

I asked one of the Faithful about Duncan, about my arrest. Why was I not arrested, Duncan said I would be arrested.

I was told, "we can't arrest you." Which says they did look into it.

9:05 Am, 11 vehicles at the big org, 2 vehicles at the little one. I did the little org and brought the count up to 5 by the time I left.

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Subject: Quiet again
Date: Fri, 23 Aug 1996 22:57:35 GMT

Another not really quiet day, but more quiet than yesterday. 9:02AM the big org had 9 vehicles.
The nerve of these people! I leave them alone for two days and some of them start to sleep late in the morning.

Did the little org. One vehicle when I started. After about 30 minutes two vehicles from the big org came over. One had a mean looking woman I hadn't seen before. An agitated conference was held in cclv, it was about me. :) The two vehicles then left and I was alone with one lousy vehicle.

A police car with two cops had done a slow drive by, right next to me. The passenger cop looked at me long and nasty. And I returned the look. Other than all that, and some secret stuff, a quiet day.

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Subject: 8/25/96
Date: Sun, 25 Aug 1996

I arrived at 1:15pm for my appointment with my #3 Holly. I had called in that I would be late. Holly was on the porch, when she saw me crossing the street she went to the bus stop.

My opening remarks were that the laws of picketing required that I keep moving, that sitting on the porch is one thing but that sitting at a bus stop is another. But if she wouldn't call the police about this neither would I. But that this would be the only time I would meet at a the bus stop.

We talked of various things, I really really really did try to be gentle, but she only lasted about 4 minutes. I really did not mean to cave her that quickly, I really meant to be gentle. But I put her into one of those "does not compute modes" when I kept asking her if this was a religion or a science. I said things like, "I'm not asking you for an official statement Holly, I have the church's official court statements on the subject, I'm asking your opinion." I spoke in such a way that logically she would have to ask what the official statement was. And of course she wouldn't ask, she couldn't tell me to look up the proper reference, and so she "does not compute". She got angry and upset and stormed off into the building.

The vehicle count was 13, this was the big org. I counted 7 visiting c-org milling about, there may have been more. I stopped many times so they could read my sign for the org, the sign reads: Do you not consider it odd that no DECLARE has been issued? Get me my declare!!! Some of the local clams also had me stop so they could read the sign. The print I used is rather small and sloppy. These locals have seen me and that sign out there repeatedly. They are just now getting to where they are able to read it. It is really quite sad. They look but don't see.

In honor of the Great Event(tm) of the night before, I did 40 minutes at the big org, then did 30 minutes at the little one. Laska came out to speak to me again. I sent her storming back into the org in about 3 minutes, a full minute longer than I planned on. With her, as soon as she was out the door and heading towards me I started on the declare business. "what did you find out Laska? what did they say Laska? Why no declare Laska?", etc. I did this fast and heavy and loud. She finally did it, she asked _me_ why there was no declare. I said, "I'm not telling you, and they won't tell you, because they lie to you and don't tell you things, and I'm going to prove it by not telling you why they are afraid to declare me." This, and other things, drove her back into the org in about three minutes. The vehicle count at the little org was 4. The temperature today was 110 Fahrenheit, 43.3 Celsius, and I did 1.5 hours in the bright sun. Not bad for 47 years old.

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Subject: Picture time
Date: Mon, 26 Aug 1996 21:31:16 GMT

Did an hour at the little org. Dealt with Lasca again and did not cave her in today. I was just feeling kindly.

Val came out and took my picture, 3 times.
I gave him the Declare side of the picket sign to photograph. And gave him a half smile. Between clicks 1 and 2 I asked him if I should step closer.
Val- You have to stay on the sidewalk.
Ted- I know the laws Val.

So I spoke with a #5 today. OK, it wasn't a lot of talk, but darn it, it was something. Maybe I get to talk to my #8 one day. So far he is still hiding. Before I had started this picket, I had faxed my #8 Duncan that I would be coming. "Duncan, I'll be out there with a picket sign in the next few days. When is convienent for you? I'm sure you want to be in on the arrest." He never did answer that fax so I never did notify him before arriving. He is still hiding.

It was an unevenful hour. Vehicle count 4.

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Subject: 8/28/96
Date: Wed, 28 Aug 1996 22:34:46 GMT

The day before I did a nine minute picket of the big org. I had things to do but wanted to ask one of them for a copy of the L's. By the time I got there I had decided to only ask OT's for them. No ot's were about :( so as soon as I was spotted I left.

Today was 1.5 hours at the little org. I wanted to speak to Lasca, but even though I waved at her she refused to come out and play. None of them would. They left me alone, completely.

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Subject: Man from La Mancha
Date: Fri, 30 Aug 1996 05:27:27 GMT

Today was a both org kind of day. 20 minutes at the little one and 40 at the big one. And I caved one of them in at each org. And again I didn't mean to. At the big org, #4 Mary, the one I spoke so highly about at the Flamingo, the one who never did cave in the entire 15 minutes or so we talked. That same #4 Mary, lasted less than a minute today. She came out to laugh at me and my sign. This completely caught me by surprise. None of them have ever laughed at me like this before. She said along the line of, "your sign is funny, your funny, you have recieved expulsion, you don't get a declare." I didn't mean to be mean to her, I just started quoting a reference. This made her face twich, her eyes cross, and her lips quiver. She ran inside. And I mean ran inside.

The boys at the big org have started with the macho BS again. They started today. But I'm ahead of them. A few days ago I had started with the "hello's" Every now and then I would give one of them a very nice 'hello'. And today, after the first display of macho, I started singing. My opening song was, The Unreachable Star???? (Impossible Dream) from The Man of La Mancha. I know all the lyrics and had a good time singing it on the street. It was awkward for the first few lines. After all, there are cars and people going by. But I quickly got into the spirit of it.

What I'm doing is setting them up for the forthcoming verbal abuse they will receive from me. My legal research shows that Freedom of Speech allows me to shout at them. And shout at them I will. But first, I am going to prepare them by singing to them for a week or so.

The scene is getting heavy, I expect more and more macho shit from them. I am looking to get police action working. And I want the first police action to be because I am singing to them. My understanding is that if the police are needed to ensure that picketers are not harassed, they will comply. It would please me to have a police car standing by when I show up.

I don't know what they expect from me, or what they are prepared for. But me singing to them was not it. :))

I call myself:
The Apostate From Hell
If you ever hear me sing you will agree with that.

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Subject: TR-Sing-a-Song
Date: Fri, 30 Aug 1996 17:50:17 GMT

Bingo! TR-Sing-a-Song works fantastic. Beyond what I hoped for. It was a two org kind of day again. I started the little org before they were even open. They showed up for another day of business and found me there already. I need to retract a statement. #5 Val Garcia does not sleep in the building. Since I have been picketing, even before that, I have never spotted him in the building other than the one night. In fact he has his own car now and drives himself in to work.

I did about 30 minutes at each org. At the big org, while I was doing the picket thing and TR-Sing-a-Song, a cab pulled up and discharged 4 c-org. 3 female and a male. They happened along while I was doing TR-Sing-a-Song with passion. The effect was stunning. They would not look at me, their heads were bowed, shoulders slumped, and they stiffly walked into the building.

They cannot handle TR-Sing-a-Song.
An interesting observation: The newer the clam, the less my TR bothers them. The less my picketing bothers them. In fact, by the reactions they display I am able to guess how deeply under the spell they are.

They did not do the macho thing today. This has me worried. I believe they are going to do something, I just don't know what.

Also, many of the wogs who drive by ignore me out of fear. While doing TR-Sing-a-Song... they really ignore me. :))

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Subject: More TR-Sing-a-Song
Date: Sun, 01 Sep 1996 03:20:28 GMT

I really have come up with something useful here. Singing is effective. If while picketing, you suddenly have to defuse a situation. Or if you want to stop a situation from developing. Give thought to singing to them. It completely stops them in their tracks. It thoroughly confuses my local clams.

Today I did the big org for about 35 minutes. I believe my #8 Duncan was in the building but he did not come out. The vehicle count was 7.

None of them spoke to me. I suspect that part of it is the singing, but I also believe that they have pulled all of my handlers from both orgs. They are trying to ignore me. Trying to pretend I am not there??? But the singing does not allow that.

The big temptation on my part is to start shouting at them. But, since I'm taking a gradient approach(tm) I maintain my cool. My sign owns the street, my voice owns the porch. I love it. :)

I'd like to say it was an uneventful day again. It was and it wasn't. I'm chipping away at them. Somewhere, hidden, non-confronting, is a big and powerful #8 named Duncan. I strut like a peacock in front of the building and sing to them. Boldly and contemptuously. And you can't stop me Duncan. How does that make you feel? How*does*it*make*you*feel?

I'm setting the pace here. I'm going to do the singing routine for about 6-8 more picketing hours. Then I step it up. Before that happens, there is a new sign coming. Watch for it.

I like you Duncan (kiss) (kiss)

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Subject: Phantom of the Opera
Date: Tue, 03 Sep 1996 05:00:20 GMT

Today was critical. For the first time I did the night shift at the big org. Arrived at 5:35pm, night shift starts at six. I call this critical because the night shift is when the boys come out. They gave me a little bit of macho, harmless stuff.

My opening song was "Music of the Night" from Andrew Lloyd Weber's, Phantom of the Opera. I have the lyrics typed in if anyone would like a copy.

TR-Sing-a-Song still has them confused but the effect is wearing off. Some of them tried to talk to me today, but I just waved them off and kept singing. About a dozen wogs went by and they just ignored me. This is not surprising, I really get into singing loudly. :)
At different times groups of 2-3 of my local clams would stand on the porch and watch me. They did a lot of posturing and snickering but did not give me any requests so I just sang what I felt like singing.

My voice is getting stronger already. 55 minutes of almost non-stop singing today. I gave them some musicals, some Johnny Cash, Billy Joel, other stuff. Closed off with Music of the Night again, and left. So this was my fist night with the night shift. Another hurdle cleared. Soon I'll be comfortable picketing at night again.

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Subject: Anger - 3.6
Date: Wed, 04 Sep 1996 02:51:24 GMT

I said hello to the little org at 6:52pm. The first 3-4 minutes were uneventful. Then one of the kids came out, male, 18???. This child was MAD, he came out almost yelling, spit was flying out of his mouth. When he got near I stepped into him and hit him with a low deep voice, and gave him a taste of macho that 18 year olds have not learned yet. I gave it a few seconds for him to defuse and then started talking hard and fast. He is now confused, no longer angry, and does not realize that he is walking down the street with me. Just about the time I'm ready to shift gears and get him angry again (I'm playful) Janne comes out and calls him in for a phone call. Phone call my ass.

Anyway, I then did Music of the Night for the little org and left. It was an 11 minute picket. The most exciting picket so far.

These people are trying to boogie-woogie with the King of rock-and-roll and it just don't work that way. I'm The Apostate From Hell. Fast moving, sweet talking, rude and crude. They don't know where I'll be, when I'll show up, or how long I'm staying.

Soon I start some split shift action on them. It may well be longer than I planned till I can start the verbal abuse thing. I don't want to have to sue them because they acted stupidly. But I do have some other moves planned for them. I'm not going to mention them because I don't want my #8 to know about them till they happen.

Other things are happening but I cannot mention them, I'm keeping some secrets from OSA.
They follow the tek blindly, I'm using that to my advantage here.

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Subject: 9/4/96
Date: Thu, 05 Sep 1996 01:50:08 GMT

Big org 4:50 - 5:50pm. Opening vehicle count 12.
I've got a monkey who has been bothering me for a while now. Cannot determine if he is c-org or just a high energy newbie local. I lean towards c-org. This is the guy I wave away quite often, he is attempting to pull moves on me, pathetic attempts at humiliation and degradation.

Today, for his third attempt to interrupt my singing he says, "I bet you would like some water." Well that stopped me, it is hot, I'm sweating strongly, and doing the non-stop singing thing. But I did not think his offer was sincere, even though he is smiling. So I said, "listen, I'm an SP, you cannot talk to me, those are the rules, if you want I'll show you references."

The smile disappeared, the shoulders hunched, the eyes crossed, my clam got "banky". :)) He said something about, I know references... but I missed it as I was already walking and singing again.

And so I talk to clams almost everyday now,
sometimes I talk to ot's, various numbers.

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Subject: 9/6/1966
Date: Sat, 07 Sep 1996 05:19:26 GMT

Did the little org for 45 minutes. Totally uneventful.

Subject: Vegas Picket- 9/7/96
Date: Sun, 08 Sep 1996 06:09:46 GMT

For me it was just another day at the office. I did an hour at the big org and then 5 minutes at the little one so they would not feel ignored. 30 minutes into it at the big org and two male monkeys came out on the porch and started laughing at me. A third male joined them for a bit. I had three of them laughing at me rather loudly at the same time. Soon it was back to two of them standing there and laughing. All the time I'm doing TR-Sing-a-Song. It took some effort to not sing louder or lower for their benefit.

After about 15 minutes of laughing the boys got bolder, they now walked back and forth past me, close to me, smiling all the time. And I'm thinking about the clams in Sydney, and that these boys are wimps compared to them. My monkeys tired of walking, quickly, and went inside. I was photographed with a video camera.

So they are getting bolder here. But still very tame compared to Sydney Australia.

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Subject: 9/9/96
Date: Tue, 10 Sep 1996 05:23:26 GMT

Showed up at 6:02pm, the big org. The vehicle count was 20, the most I've gone against in quite some time. However, they did nothing. No laughing at me, no macho, nothing. It was an uneventful hour. Except for this. One of them, this guy has been there for as long as I can remember, understood what I'm doing. This guy just watches me every now and then, with no comments or stupidity. Today I watched his face change, I believe he understands what I'm doing with the singing. They are used to the singing already, it does not have the effect it did have. But I will not start the verbal abuse until the police are called at least once. So, more singing. Tomorrow my new sign goes up.

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Subject: 9/10/96
Date: Wed, 11 Sep 1996 13:08:51 GMT

Did a reluctant 30 minutes at the big org. Vehicles 16. I was not in the mood for it today but after making a new sign I though I would show it to them.

They were not impressed. Although I'm not even sure they noticed it. I'll reveal the sign in a day or two. I want OSA calling in to find out what it says. Rather uneventful 30 minutes.

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Subject: It is Happening
Date: Sun, 15 Sep 1996 03:44:54 GMT

I've been noticed. They gave me my first taste of a real 'handler' today. This one is imported. The identity is secret for now. If my #8 Duncan does read this NG he may not even know who it was.

It was a two org kind of day. As I was leaving the big org I noticed that a few of them had come out to talk to me, but I was already part way across the street and did not go back. About 20 minutes into singing to the little org they drove up and the "handling" started.

We talked for an hour on that dark street corner. A lot was said, we all shouted and lost our tempers at some point every now and then.

They shouted first.

Very interesting is that the handler was not told of all the training I had done or of all the money I had spent. The handler was quite surprised when I pointed that out.

[This had involved Holly Roubles and Ginny Leason]

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Subject: 9/18/96
Date: Wed, 18 Sep 1996 11:39:57 -0700

The little org was graced with my presence for 25 minutes today. Nothing has been said to me. I had thought that the hour long confrontation with a 'handler' would yield something, but nothing seems to be happening.

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Subject: 9/19/96
Date: Thu, 19 Sep 1996 23:53:13 GMT

Today was an hour at the big org. I got there a little late, 9:05am. I had meant to open up another day of business with them. My stat for WDPH is in normal this week. I had the hour done before 2pm. It was another uneventful picket. Once again they have an air of expectancy about them.
Perhaps I'm reading them wrong, perhaps they are just getting used to me. Today some of them came on the porch for cigarette breaks. They said and did nothing. I still continue with TR Sing-a-Song.

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Subject: 9/22/96

One hour at the big org.
Nothing of importance happened.

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Subject: 9/24/96

It seems like only yesterday when I did my last stats for WDPH. It was a two org kind of day. First was 30 minutes at the little one. None of them came out to hear me sing, none of them smiled and waved back to me. It made me feel unwanted and so I went and did a full hour at the other org. My #3 Holly came out to talk to me, she needed some information. As she approached I shouted out, "Holly, are you going to yell at em again?" All the time smiling a big friendly smile, and so today's meeting was friendly.
As I said, Holly wanted some information. Reluctantly I gave it to her. And now that she has it I might as well give it to the world. Here is what I wrote down for her:
Ted Mayett
POB 14786
Las Vegas, Nevada 89114
702-696-1966

These people are brain-dead!!! When I asked her why she was bothering me for something that is already on file, she said that she was told to. All this time I've been careful to post my mailing address and phone number only on day's when OSA is not looking. Now it doesn't matter anymore. When Holly asked for my address I asked her if she wanted the mailing or the apartment. She wasn't sure. I said, "how about the mailing address, Angelo knows where the apartment is, he's been there before." Holly said OK to the mailing address.

TR-Sing-a-Song is tiring. For it to be effective I have to sing constantly. I never know when one of them is coming out the door and I need for them to hear me whenever they do come out. Sometimes I'm just walking along lost in thought as I sing and I don't even know they are there. It gets quite boring walking back and forth for an hour or so. And because I'm not always watching for them I have to sing constantly. And it sure does get tiring.
But - they are wearing down! Things are going much slower than I had planned on. I had expected a confrontation by now. At the very least I had thought there would have been Police action by now. But nothing is happening. They have stopped moving the sign towards the street, they no longer heckle me, I don't get The Stare. some of them come out on the porch for cigarettes as though I were not out there at all.
But still, they are wearing down. It is in their faces and their bodies. I set a tough pace for them to keep up with. Not only do they not know when and where I will show up, sometimes I park the car and sit in it until one of them spots me, when that person goes into the building I then drive away and don't picket. I've done this about six times now. When I'm picketing and they leave the building they try to time it so they do not have to walk by me. And that is tough for them to do as I occasionally change my walking pace and route.
And I have more planned for them, some real sweet psychological maneuvers. And I have to be patient. They are moving along more slowly than I had thought they would.

These are simple maneuvers I'm doing. They would not work against normal people. The only people that can be affected by these maneuvers are those people who belong to the most technologically advanced religion on the face of the planet.

So many of my local clams are no different from many of the ex-clams on this NG. I wish they knew how much I really care about them. Mainly they are decent people. It's just that today they are a little lost.

But I'm winning out here. This year, some of them will be home for Christmas.
For this is what the Apostate From Hell does.
He gets them home in time for Christmas.

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Subject: 9/25/96

Split shift today. Total 2 hours.
The Portland news has dampened my enthusiasm for a more detailed report.

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Subject: 9/30/96

An uneventful hour in front of the big org. None of them came out and so I know I'm being read by the newest one from Vegas that is following the NG. At the very least following what I post.

I had to deal with a well dressed guy on the street today. I swear he was a plant, I could not get rid of him. He kept wanting to discuss theology and law and truth in advertising. I'm sure this was a monkey. But I got him, caved him in, shut him up, and didn't give away any useful information. He did tie me up for about 20 minutes though. And denied being a member. The guy felt I should not picket because they were a religion and were entitled to their beliefs.

If it was a monkey. You lost!
You left, I was still picketing.
How does that make you feel?