XenuBarb posts her report on ARS:
SD and LA anon met up Friday evening to see Dark Knight, and I got to
meet AGP. He is delightfully wicked and funny as hell! Ran into another
anon when the movie let out, dressed as the Joker, and on his way in.
Dude...who dresses up for...oh right. You said you're a weeaboo. Never
Since we were riding with Wheels, AGP and I urged a quick stop by the
org. Shields were down, and a lone, balding older man was sitting at a
desk in the office. At 11:30 at night! There were a few lights on
upstairs. I approached the front door. My shirt read:
WHAT IS SCIENTOLOGY?
I capered about a bit, to his befuddlement, then was joined by the Pope,
who questioned Scientology's ability to cure male pattern baldness. "We
are Anonymous!" we yelled. "Expect us!" And they did...
It was Epic Win! Fliers were gone before the parade was over! I missed
out on a lot of the event, as the bike contingent rode in the first wave
and ended in Balboa Park, a mile away from the main parade route.
I found a comfortable sign along the street that warned "no parking,"
put my flags in it and proceeded to power-lounge, waiting for the rest
of anonymous to finish the parade.
Kicked back there with my GF mask on, many people took pix of anonymous
We finally regrouped under a big tree in the park. It was a beautiful
day; the marine layer finally burned off and the sun came out, with
little puffy Simpsons clouds.
Westboro Baptist Church was there at the parade, contained in a corral
off crowd control barricades, guarded by a SDPD mounted officer. They
got to stare at a horse's ass for the duration of the parade! I hope
that horse had flatulence for the four hate-mongers who attended!
Met up at the hotel and ruled the restaurant! I couldn't stop laughing,
people were so funny and sharp! We called the cook out of the kitchen to
cheer for his French fries, they were superb examples of the potato's
Some LA anon headed home, while a few decided to flashraid with us.
Shields were up, so we fired up the music and danced to honks and waves
from passing traffic. An elderly woman came out of the org to speak with
us. David Meyer, President of the SD org, came out and herded her back
in to our calls of, "Why won't you let her talk?"
She reemerged later to ask us to please leave, because they were not
allowing her to participate in some event they were holding that night.
It sounded like punitive treatment for her gall in trying to talk to us
earlier. She was the typical Scilon; not really listening to what we had
to say, and I quickly lost interest in her. Apparently, it isn't her
problem. In fact, nothing is her problem, not even being barred from the
event due to our presence. She must have repeated "that's not my
problem," at least 9000 times.
Anonymous was eager to communicate with her. The music shut down, and
almost everyone abandoned signs and dancing. I wandered up to the corner
with a sign. (What kind of church stalks its critics? SCIENTOLOGY) I got
dragged back down because she was talking about Fair Game, and denying
that her cult harasses critics. I listened for a few minutes, then my
ADD kicked in and I wandered away again. She was probably out there for
an hour; at least, with no music, it felt like it.
When she finally went back in, she shook hands all around. Curiously,
she refused to shake my left hand, insisting that you use the other one
to do it right. I flashed on being rude and refusing to switch my sign
to my left hand, but decided it was too stupid to bother with.
We had the obligatory police visit, as we hadn't notified the PD for
this unplanned raid.
He was pleasant and professional. Seems the cult complained about
somebody climbing a light pole. (!!!) Dropped the name of our contact in
the PD, and all was well.
Saw a couple of Sea Ogres scuttling around in the parking lot, in full
SO regalia. I prefer my pirate duds for seagoing lulz. They would not
come out to talk. In fact, only that one elderly woman came out to
We stayed longer than we planned, danced less than I like, thanks to her
The cult had some music playing inside and it was excruciatingly lame stuff.
Long day was loooooong, but full of epic win! Riding in the parade in
anon regalia and flying twin flags for anon and the rainbow rocked hard!
People cheering in the crowd would suddenly realize I was representing
Anonymous, and they cheered even harder, waving and taking pix. We're
doing it right!
I have this automatic reaction to being stared at. Yesterday, it was fail...
"What the hell are YOU looking at?' (remembers mask) Oh...right...
Barb "That's Captain Barbossa to you!"
Chaplain, ARSCC (wdne)
It's Poodlin' Time!
("AGP" = Angry Gay Pope)