HEY WE HAVE VIDEO. I KNOW, HOLY CRAP. ACTUAL VIDEO. For the previous postgames for this string of protests, see here. For the last time we were in Ybor City, see here. The Scientology event today was the opening of the new property CoS bought in Ybor City, the cigar factory district of Tampa. The property is partially leased by a restaurant and Creative Loafing, a local free newspaper. Scientology bought the location out from under them and their editorial about the purchase was less than pleased. Today's event involved the closure of two of the three sidewalks in front of the building and the fencing off of the back courtyard. For those of you who saw the Ruth Eckerd Hall postgame above^, they also trucked the bushes they used there over to Ybor to block the front entrance (which they barely used anyway, so what was the point?). The event started at 1pm, and we expected it to last into the evening, and...it didn't. EDIT: OH SHIT FORGOT. Most of our time was spent on the side road, on one side of which was the entrance they were using for the event and on the other side of which was the parking garage they rented out for the Scilons. Our handlers were there to meet us -- literally. Peter Mansell walked over to lean on our car before we had even stepped out of it (GTFO MY CAR PEETIE. ANTONIO DOESN'T LIKE SCILONS TOUCHING HIM.), so of course we just closed the door, popped the locks, and went back to our conversation. Gotta love sound-insulated vehicles. We had some complications with the police -- Tampa PD, not Clearwater PD -- but most of that was because they didn't have experience dealing with us. There was debate about mask laws; the way our state statutes are phrased is approximately "You can't wear masks here, here, here, here, or here, oh by the way that only applies if you're being a douchebag" but we did eventually negotiate the right to wear masks if we agreed we wouldn't disturb the speech with screaming. Of course...we made that agreement fifteen minutes into the speech and the speech lasted maybe a half hour instead of the hour minimum it was supposed to. And of course...I had kind of been bellowing like a human bullhorn that entire time. I don't know if Davey was still in town for it, but if he was...I want him to know I meant "David Miscavige beats his staff" literally AND metaphorically. Lots of Nation of Islam folks. Ben Shaw and Spencer again. Alfreddie Johnson in a baby shit green suit. No Kendrick Moxon (sorry SoCal, he's your problem now). Our normal OSAfag Peetie gave us a history lecture on Ybor's Cuban heritage for no apparent reason. We discovered anons should actually read the menu before ordering dinner. And when we got bored with the OSA handlers we decided to help out the scilon they had directing traffic. But that backfired...seems when a scientologist driver sees a bunch of masked anons telling them where to park they tend to go in the opposite direction, even when we're actually telling them the correct directions. My video below. Pix/video/etc from the others shortly. Apologies for the odd noise, this camera tends to pick up the cameranon's voice much louder than anything else in the recording. This handler is named Doyle Mills. This last video is with Vollie.