April 18, 1998 - AndroidCat
Ah, it was a good picket. (Argh, my legs hurt!) The great
god Al Ninio smiled on Toronto today. It was sunny and
warm (although there seemed to be a number of overtanned
individuals from Florida who seemed cold. Or maybe they
were native rubbies. [Sleep in parks, drink rubbing
alcohol--that sort of tan.]) I definitely toasted the backs of
my legs. (I wear shorts almost year round in Toronto--must
be that Scottish blood. And hairy legs!)
We almost ran out of flyers. (Over 1000 flyers passed.)
Many drive-by honkings.
A bit of trouble convincing the policeman on duty that our
legal picketing permit gave us exclusive right to the
sidewalk in front of the Org, and didn't allow attempts at
cult Sidewalk Tech. (I'll let Gregg give the full details on
that.) In the end, we had a typically Canadian solution: We
stayed on the outside of the sidewalk, they stayed on the
inside, nobody fished in the middle. This time they didn't
try pumping the org speakers.
And .. Tada! A big win for Suppressive Protesting: They
finally bought a new battery for the ClamCam! Either it was
our pointing out that they were risking electrocution by
using a standard extension cord through a metal doorframe,
or they wanted to look upstat for all of those visitors from
Flag. But still no sign of CoffeeTech. (The CourtryStyle
coffee from just up the street just isn't coffee. "Love in a
canoe" coffee, erg!)
Next step for the Org: I suggest getting some downstat out
there with Brasso to clean the 696 address numbers. They
look pretty crummy. (And I keep wanted to flip the 9--not
that I'm advocating or suggesting any such practice.)
There was no sign of those Super-Powered VIPs from Flag
today. I guess they had a supply of blue-tarp in a back
room. Towards the end, it looked like they were assembling
for a fancy-dress diner. (Back from Yonge St, but close
enough to read the signs.)
Oh, and Xenu just happened to be operating to the North of
us in the morning. I guess that Eternal Battery wasn't
And you know, I think we're acquiring groupies.
/\<. Scientology: The Gerbil-Wheel to Total Freedom.
Squink squink squink!