Started this morning just before 7 am. My thugs were considerably subdued
compared to previous days, and were mostly concerned with my "extorting"
$5 million from CoS. I should have asked if they wanted a share. They
justify dogging my steps "to protect the property," when, of course, the
object is to prevent the staff inside from giving friendly waves to the
"SP" walking along the road.
It is *so* funny to go by the guard shack and see someone playing
peek-a-boo on one side or the other of the back door. This morning there
was a purple shirt and later a blue shirt playing this game.
Little after 8 am Graham Berry came by, looking very spiffy in his
Scientology Kills shirt. I though he might be out there looking over his
future property, but Graham is currently looking for photographs for the
book he is working on: The Life and times of Emory, Hubbard, Heller,
Ingram, Lensky, Miscavige, Moxon, and Norton. Tentative publication date
(in Germany) May 2001.
The reaction of the thugs to Graham is downright amazing. They dog my
steps, seldom getting more than ten feet away. *Graham* shows up and they
back off 100 feet!
We quit about 8:50 because we were due at a breakfast meeting.
Reporting from the Hemet front.