Today started with a very short PI chase. Same car as yesterday.
As I was driving over shortly before 7 am, I had two of the buses turn
onto Sanderson behind me from an unfamiliar road. There were three in
front of me and two behind at one point. The front three took a senseless
detour over to State street on Ramona expressway. I followed to see what
sillyness they were up to.
The buses turned in at the main gate and Edwin was out there shooting
pictures of my car as I went by. Next time I am going to rent from Hertz
and get the James Bond special instead of an economy. <<--joke pointer
for humor impaired scns.
I parked in the usual place on the west end and started walking east.
Edwin and Frank met me part way to the main gate and were their usual
obnoxious sorts, only they diverged from the patter once in a while to
plead that I go home. What a job! They wait for me over 12 hours a day,
and sometimes I don't even show up.
It was the usual patter from my car on the west end to the east
underpass. At that point we ran into two young guys who both
looked like some kind of heavy agents. Scn has their names, as you
will see below, but I will refer to them as LK and friend. I gave
my camera to LK and this confused the heck out of the thugs. We
did another full circuit and somewhere on the east bound leg the
two thugs dropped off. The three of us continued to the east under
pass, crossed and when we started back two guys with lots of tattoos
pulled up in a pickup truck.
They were fascinated at three people out there protesting scn--about which
they also had a very bad opinion. They initially stopped their truck with
too much of it out in traffic. I had them move it off the road about the
time that my two thugs came back. Now it was two thugs and 5 people
others. Thug 2 (Frank Petty) came up and scolded the tattooed dudes (who
had gotten out of their truck) about stopping. From what LK and friend
observed, Frank was visibly shaking. After a short time where the thugs
(especially Frank) DAed me to the newcomers--who thought and said my thugs
were just amazing fools, our tattooed friends (who said they were from San
Diego) went on to work and the rest of us continued on with picketing and
We stayed at it till 8:30, by which time it was starting to get kind of
hot. LK and friend decided to walk back to where their car was and I went
on to obtain the OSHA report which is now on www.parishoner.org/osha.
LK reported later
> Today was a hoot! I think next time I'm going to do something a
>little less in-their-face though, I don't want them on my front door
. . . > They had someone waiting by the entrance to the golf course where we
>parked a couple of miles down the road. He kept glancing at us and
>attempted to look inconspicuous. His cheap uniform looking clothing and
>his supspicious manner and location were all too obvious. We continued
>down the road until he was well out of view, jogged down the hill
>seperating the road from the street next to the golf course. We got in
>out car rather covertly (starting to feel like James Bond here) and drove
>off the opposite direction, where no one was waiting for us. There was a
>small chance that they had someone following us, but if so, not for long.
>We lost the car we suspected of being a PI. They flaunted their knowledge
>of where we lived of course, so it was a moot point to attempt to lose
>them, they knew where we were headed. No one was waiting in a parked car
>on our street, no sign of them yet...
And in a later email: > My father just called from work! Scientologists already called him at
>work to tell him that you're an evil and twisted person and that they'll
>sue if I go out there again. They must have called his work line because
>our home phone is unlisted... Hmmm. Persistent little buggers, I'll give
>them that much.
The only further thing I will say about LK and friend is that they have lots of friends and this is one hot tale for them to tell. :-) I got out there again a little after 5, collected my thugs and we went around and around the circuit walking fast. The thugs alternate between calling me an accused child molester, a master of weapons of mass destruction, and an extortionist who is trying to get 5 million bucks or sometimes 500k bucks out of scn (Edwin can't keep the story straight). I can shut them up by reading the Xenu flyer, but I get out of breath trying to read, carry a picket sign and walk fast. Shy David's getting the GPS coordinates of various locations at gold base has made them super paranoid. When David said he was going to do this conspicuously and post, I didn't think it would have any effect, I mean, how nuts do you have to be to worry about ordinary folks getting strategic weaponry? But it sure did. Folks who believe they are infested with the spirits of murdered space aliens don't seem to have defenses to having their legs pulled. Another clam cluster for David. I guess that they have to work up the clams inside so they can justify acting nuts over one lone wog walking up and down the road with a picket sign. Talk about being at cause . . . I stayed at it until 7 pm, then sent my thugs back to the main gate and packed it in. Gotta get this posted because tomorrow starts early. Keith Henson Reporting from the increasingly active Hemet front.