Subject: Encounter at a Steak and Ale
Date: Fri, 01 Dec 2000 14:48:49 GMT
In the middle of eating dinner last night a process server came in and
tried to serve one of us. This resulted in a confrontation, the latter
part of which was taped. "twils" having read the injunction they were
most likely trying to serve told the process server that he was in
violation of the very thing he had in his hand if he approched within
ten feet. The process server was forced into the lobby by the manager
and the police called. Eventually we left leaving an unhappy process
server behind talking to the newly arrived police.
Just another typical night in occupied CW.
Off to picket.
Subject: Re: Encounter at a Steak and Ale
Date: Fri, 01 Dec 2000 16:41:33 GMT
In article <firstname.lastname@example.org>,
> Just another typical night in occupied CW.
> Off to picket.
> Keith Henson
Picketed the FH, in front mostly, from 10am to 10:45. Solo,
everybody else was doing other things. A
process server kept whacking me on the back and littering the
streets with papers. From what I understand from the encounter
last night, *if* I am subject to the injunction (which I don't think
I am) they are not allowed to get within ten feet of me. I
think the judge got confused in the involulted logic of his
injunction. Anyway, can you imagine me "in concert" with anyone?
Heck, I don't even play an instrument. :-)
Anyway, the front the FH was deserted. I took one tour around
the back, and since yesterday they have blocked the view with
the lattice and paper fire trap they used last year.
CW is a "target rich" environment. Within 150 feet of the back
door is the place where the sea org eats three meals a day. I
stood there last night while they unloaded or loaded a dozen buses.
There are good points to picketing at gold base, causing (*) to scream,
froth, and make life miserable for those around him, but I estimate
that more scientologists have seen my signs here in the last two
days than all of last summer at gold base. This in spite the
"blinders" (shower door plastic) they put in the bus windows.
After 45 minutes and two cop cars pulling up at the FH, I moved
over to the Coachman. (The first cops just told me that if I got
hurt from being whacked with paper I should call again, and to
have fun carrying my sign up and down in front of the FH.
In 15 minutes I gave out about ten Xenu flyers at the Coachman,
was taped there by an "agent" on our side. Went back to swap my
too hot Elvis wig for a hat and write this.
Off to picket again.
Subject: Re: Encounter at a Steak and Ale
Date: Fri, 01 Dec 2000 20:07:04 GMT
In article <email@example.com>,
> Went back to swap my
> too hot Elvis wig for a hat and write this.
> Off to picket again.
Certain folks, including someone who might be an agent for a foreign
government insisted I wear the Elvis wig out again. :-)
So, I went back out for a while. Another process server tried to give
me a copy of the injunction. This one just dropped it at my feet. I
told him he was littering. At the first corner to the south of the LMT
a whole bunch of picketers were detained by a cop who wanted us to wait
till his supervisor determined if we were subject to the confusing
injunction. I have never seen such an appologetic cop. It seems that
every one of the Clearwater Police has seen a remarkable video produced
by Mark Bunker. This one said he never worked for scientology--a
statement I did not understand at the time.
After a while the supervisor made a decision, and the cop who had
stopped me said "You are free to go, picket *anywhere* you want."
On this cheerful note I went back to the FH and walked back and forth
right in front while some of the rest of the picketers protested and
taped me from the far side of the street. I was amazed to see that the
scientologists had no fewer than *4* people out there with camcorder
trained on me.
I also wondered down the North side of the FH to get some photos of the
lattice and paper fire hazard they installed last night. You have to
see it to believe it. There is one gate that has about 10 inches of
space under it. They papered over the gap between the gate and the
ground! I had no idea there were any 10 inch tall scientologists.
After about an hour we came back to get some lunch. I got distracted
and never did get lunch, (it is now 3 pm) but I did see Mark's
production. The only word I have to describe it is *professional.*
When it is released, you are in for a treat.