Anonymous

Working on it :)

Anonymous

Okay so here's the tl;dr. It should be noted, that while dialogue is used.... these quotes are from memory. We're not clears so we don't have perfect recall. When the video comes in I'm sure there will be discrepancies in order, and in many cases I'm basically paraphrasing. While we did get a good portion of the exchange, the beginning of the encounter and possibly some later parts were not taped.

We arrived at around 12:30 pm on Saturday at the mission, and unfurled our whoisdavidmiscavige.com vinyl banner. Within ten minutes, a shorter woman with black hair and a focused demeanor approached us. “Can't people be free to believe what they want?” She asked.

“Sure they can.” I replied. “This isn't about beliefs, we are protesting the crimes of this individual.”

“No you're not! You're spreading hate!”

DING DING DING, and it was on.

She'd shout something at us, demand we take our masks off. We'd say no and try to reply, and she'd over talk us saying 'no! I won't talk to you until you take your mask off!'

Yeah.... okay. But this was great, she was now standing in front of our banner (obviously trying to block it), and causing a wonderful commotion. Cars had already been slowing down and giving us honks, but now they were increasing. This beautiful troll was now tying up traffic.

The public loves a good spectacle, and this lady was delivering. One of the vehicles to slow was a taxi, within a moment he gracefully pulled in beside us. He challenged her, told her to leave us alone. “They're not hurting anyone here.”

“Oh well why don't you put a fucking mask on then!” She yelled.

I don't want to quote because I don't have the video back from the cops yet, but he basically told us that he'd lost his wife to Scientology. That because he refused to join she disconnected from him and her kids. There was a line “well why don't you ask my kids where their mother is?”

This is why.

“Fuck off!” She bellowed.

“Hey,” I said, “Why don't you come talk to me?”

She came to stand in front of me, and I stepped forward.

“Hey!” she started 'Hey you stay back you hater, you have to give me my personal space.'

“Okay.” I said, keeping the banner between us.

“Why don't you take off your mask you idiot?”

“I'm an idiot?”

“Yeah, you're retarded.”

“Okay... well we wear masks because...”

“Why don't you take it off then? Why not? Because you're afraid, because you're a coward.”

“I'm not a coward.”

“Yes you are!”

“Listen, this is an act of solidarity.”

'Oh yeah whatever, take your act of solidarity and... ' (I'm worried about quoting that right now, I could be wrong)

“Do you know what that means?” I asked. “An act of solidarity.”

She looked away.

I laughed, I couldn't help it.

“You don't do you, you're too stupid to know what an act of solidarity is.”

She was right up in front of me now.

“You're spreading hate.”

“No I'm not. I don't hate, I'm a christian, I don't hate I don't believe in it. I don't do this because I hate you quite the....”

“You're a Christian, okay.”

“Yes, I am, and hate is wrong.”

I looked at her seriously, my own OT stare. The hugbox stare. She tried to stare back but looked away pretty quick.

“You're spreading hate.”

“No I'm not.”

“Yes you are, god you fucker I can't believe you” (or something to that effect)

I can't remember exactly what she said, because it felt like I was in some kind of crazy scilon bullshit tornado. She was holding three fingers up to my eye like she was going to fucking hypnotize me. I think she wanted me to knock her hand away, but without touching her I extended my own hand with three fingers up to her eyes.

She fake punched me in face, then the groin. I may have said something snippy in the meantime but then she actually did it. She fucking closed her fist, and stepped in to punch me in the cheek. I fixed my mask, and immediately said “hey hey hey, why the fuck did you do that? Why would you do that?”

She stopped. The fury was gone, it was surreal. She looked defeated.

“I don't know.” She said. “I don't know.”

She flipped open her cell phone.

The cab driver stood out and said, “wait a minute, did I just see her punch him?”

An anon made a phone motion to him.

“You got it buddy.”

“Don't worry I'm calling them too.” She said.

“Good.” I said.

I turned to my side, to see femcameranon standing there.

“Oh my god.” I said. “Tell me you fucking got that on film.”

“Yup.” She said. “All of it.”

“No fucking way!” I gripped my groin.

I looked to the other anon holding the banner.

“Trolls trolling trolls baby!” And we high fived.

We had to wait a long time for the cops to arrive, and the cab driver patiently waited for us. In the meantime my new friend was sitting on a rock, talking on her cellphone.

“Yeah I know, I can't believe I did it... I'm in front of the pool hall. The pool hall. I'm in front of the Life Improvement Center! …. Yeah I know, I blew it.” ← it was muffled, but that's sure what it sounded like to me. “Yeah I know, I have to wait. I know I have to wait for the police.”

Next door a few locals had realized the long arm had passed and came strutting out of the pool hall. These guys had been in there for a good little while, and were enjoying their Saturday morning as any proud Maritimer should. “What the fuck happened man?”

“She punched me in the face.”

“You're fucking joking.”

“No dude serious.”

He lurched forward toward her. “Why the fuck would you do that to this guy? What's your problem? You're hitting people now? You can't fucking do that lady. You're nuts!”

I had to keep out of it, and a bit was out of earshot. But these guys eventually got in their truck, and turned around right in front of her with their window down. “You're fucking nuts lady! That's a cult! We don't want it here.” And sped away.

While we waited a reporter approached, she asked us some questions and took our picture and went on her merry way, only somewhat aware of the shitstorm door she had just peaked in to.

I looked to my defeated opponent, “Is this what your auditing gives you?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh you're not there yet are you? Where are you on the bridge to total freedom?”

She rubbed her face and scratched her middle finger on her nose.

“Oh nice.” I said. “Very nice.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

That's the thing about war. In another life time we could all be friends.

I gave my statement to the cops, they took the video and said “A copy will be possible down the road. You will get it back soon anyway, she's likely to plead guilty. You'll get it back as soon as she does.”

We all shook hands, took the info and called it a fucking day. I was about to make a bee-line for the car, but an anon pointed out to me. “You know, she talked to a few people here. I think they might still be around.”

“Okay well let's take a different route back to the car then.” And we went up and around the hill, taking a strange long way back. We threw our masks and wigs in the back, and got the fuck out of dodge. The same logic applied, I went no where near home. Out the Herring Cove Rd.

As we were approaching the old Sambro road, one of my passengers said “You know, that blue van has been behind us since the armdale rotary.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Well we're coming up on a good spot.” I said.

I was in the left lane, the Old Sambro Road is a right turn so I was moving as if to continue straight. We were less than a hundred meters from the intersection, I made an abrupt lane change without signaling. He was behind us in our lane, and wouldn't you know it he followed.

I sped up, seeing a break in traffic. As luck would have it the light turned green and I barely had to break as I made the corner at speed. I popped it down in to second, and floored it. We were approaching the first natural turn off point for our alleged follower. The light was green, but was stale. I flew through the intersection and went around a natural bend in the road. I kept my speed until we came to the first side street. I pulled a u-turn as fast as I could and parked the car, killing the engine.

We waited, the seconds ticked by. “Hopefully he turned off at the highway.” (the lights we just went through).

But then, there it was. Going by at speed, the driver looked up our street, and glanced at the car. It had veteran plates. I couldn't make out the number though. He was a balding white haired man that I would say was portly in appearance.

Instinct took over, I started the engine and gunned it.

“What are you doing.”

“I'm seeing where he's going.” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“If he goes straight up here, then he's definitely not following us. But if he turns at the next set of lights, he's just made a complete circle.”

I watched him make the turn onto Sussex St.

Still a good way behind him I made the turn.

“What are you doing.”

“I want to get up close to him.”

My passengers didn't seem to like this idea, I looked at the dash to see that my fuel light came on. He turned left again back on to the Herring Cove Road. I turned right, heading away to lose him and make my way to a gas station.

It was a dark blue (with a nice paint job) Dodge Caravan.

With the wild detours and dropping everyone off, it took me almost two hours to get home after the raid. That was when my neck started to hurt, and the thought crossed my mind that I should probably address that with a professional.

The internet was insisting that I should go to the hospital, but that would kill the rest of the day and it wasn't that bad. I talked to a paramedic friend of mine, he basically told me to man up. If I wasn't going to sue, then there was no point. He was right, so I settled down to relax.

Just as I was preparing to tell the story, the phone rang. It was a reporter from a national newspaper. We talked at length, and I was left with a good feeling about this being reported on. I'm far from being able to make promises though.

He asked me why I do this of course, why do I go out there? It's such a hard answer the give succinctly for someone like me. I'm just a denizen of the internet. But beyond all the beliefs about freedom of information and exchange of it, there is the fact of the taxi cab driver. This is guy why for me now too. He had my back.

It's a shame no one had his when he needed it.

People have said to me, “But are they really in Halifax. We're such a small place.”

Yes they are here, yes they hurt people. They've ripped apart families in this city, and they are willing to apply their scary tactics right here.

To the failbots reading this at OSA and in the Halifax mission, this is just the beginning. And you've pulled it in. Our resolve will only increase now.

LocalSP

Excellent job.

Take Scientology: It’s basically the kazoo of religions — the few who play it are die-hards, but, to everyone else, it’s little more than a joke.

Belladonna

Wow! Sounds like some shit out of a Tom Cruise movie.

Anonymous

This guy gets an Anon Purple Heart. It's a good thing that bitch is a woman, because I hear Bubba is even worse in Canada.

LocalSP

Screw Bubba, you don't want to mess with the RCMP.

Take Scientology: It’s basically the kazoo of religions — the few who play it are die-hards, but, to everyone else, it’s little more than a joke.

Resistance Is Futile

Great narrative, Halifax Anon! Thanks for the report. Sounds like you guys handled the situation well. My heart sure goes out to that Taxi driver...and you know, I feel a little sorry for the Scilon as well. She can't be enjoying the fallout -- which undoubtedly includes a tense conversation with the church's legal department. I'm looking forward to seeing the video and crossing my fingers the story gets picked up by your syndicated contact.

Hell of a way to to earn one's 15 minutes of fame but way to get the message out there! Great work Halifax Anons.

"We live in a time where people should be allowed to leave a group that they feel has done them wrong and not be punished for doing so." --BlownForGood

Anonymous

Any ideas on what the cult's legal department has to say to the Scilon lady? This earned them another PR flap and criminal charges. They can't honestly think this is an upstat, can they?

Anonymous

^^^ THIS.

Great job, Anon. And the sciwoman gets points for not doing a runner a la Greg Layton, but staying to face the music (ie. take responsibility for her actions). I respect that.

AnonOne

Crossing my fingers and hoping to see something in The Chronicle Harold about this tomorrow =)

Ogsonofgroo

Thanks for the great reportage Halifanons, quite an adventure.
Big props for keepin' yer cools *thumbs up*

*popcorn*

:D

'Nemo me impune lacessit.'

LRon wuz a jeenious! >

"We, by the way, have generated atomic fission without the use of uranium. This is not a difficult thing to do. All you do is synthesize a gamma ray and synthesize some other rays and by concentrating them, you can get an atomic explosion."
("Radiation", lecture of 5 November 1956)

http://www.scientology-lies.com/liesindex.html

avbb

posting in epic thread!

Anonymous

SomeRandGuy

Wow! Great story man. Sounds like you handled everything like a complete pro. Thanks for writing that up ^_^.

Reasons why this lady's a scilon:

1) Freaking out at Anonymous protesters.
2) Using Scilon tactics and rhetoric to harass the protesters.
3) She called the org the 'Life Improvement Center'. (This alone confirms it. I mean seriously, is there any non-scilon out there who would call it that?)
4) "She talked to a few people here". She what, just 'happened' to bump into people she knew near the org?
5) She flipped you off when you mentioned the bridge to total freedom.
6) After talking to people near the org, someone followed you home.
7) She didn't deny that she was a Scientologist.

Reasons why she might not be:

1) She didn't know what auditing was.
2) She actually hit you while on camera.
3) She didn't confirm she was a Scientologist

From this, I think it's reasonable to conclude she's a scilon, but a noob one. She's probably only done a couple courses, is being pulled into that crazy world, and was just trying to earn the approval of her new friends much the same way a grade schooler bullies someone to earn the approval of another bully. Fucking pathetic.

I hope she gives her new direction in life some thought as she sits behind bars.

iont

i make one of my rare appearances to say awsome job. Tough shit for me not getting bus money, i would have had a field day.

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RightOn

Awesome report thanks.
Once again Scientology helping Anonymous's cause with yet another fabulous footbulllet

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Anonymous

Probably everybody does actually, it's written in big blue letters on top of the org.

Herro

Go get me a chicken sammich... and some waffle fries.

No, you didn't remind her of God's will for women to stay in the kitchen. I am dissapoint. Oh come here.

Shitposting Shitposter of the Year - 2009

Anonymous

If you don't have money for the bus you should be out getting a job faggot.

Relyt

Sounds to me like someone told her to invoke a physical response from you, and she went a little too far.

http://twitter.com/#search?q=scientology

I can't wait to see how Herro twists this one!