Melbourne July 17th - Scilons told to STOP calling cops I wanted to wait for pictures to be posted on Facebook, flickr or whatever, before writing a post-game, but an incredibly hilarious thing happened to Scientology today, in no small part to us, the Anons of Melbourne. As usual, we started the festivities on the steps of ye olde Flinders Street Station, playing music, handing out fliers, talking to the public and showing off our makeshift signs which said things such as "Scientology? In my city? FUUUUUUU- (that's bad)" and "Need $12,000 for Scientology courses" <--- hilarious photos were taken of Crazy Faze holding this sign, hopefully will be posted in the near future. As usual, we got a generally good public response - even some channers were happy to see us. A rather odd thing happened on the steps that bears mentioning however. Kenji had taken hold of the microphone and was getting ready to give a speech when a bunch of kids, no older than 13-14 judging from the sound of their pre-pubescent voices, started to pester Kenji, interrupting him before he could properly start by saying things like "Oi lemme speak into it." Eventually two anons marched up the stairs and told the kids to "GTFO" in a very calm but aggressive manner. The kids left. Soon after however, a guy started complaining about the music, wanting it to be changed to something else. His complaints devolved into random swearing and the occasional threat of violence was hurled at any anons near him. So, the cops were called. Guy disappeared. Not sure about the explicit details of that little occurrence, only the anons involved would really know. Afterwards, we moved on to Bourke Street mall. And guess what? Something absolutely unexpected happened! Mary, our resident OSA agent did NOT show up! Evidence that Scientology was finally starting to learn that Mary was useless when it came to spying on us perhaps? We'd like to think so. Or maybe she was just lazy, because we saw her lounging around in the Org later on. Nothing much really happened at Bourke Street. Most of the group decided to sit down and talk, have a cigarette, eat, drink, etc. while warming themselves up as the air got colder with every passing minute. Soon after we moved out, forgoing the State Library and marching towards the Org to the sound of AC/DC's It's a Long Way to the Top. We received another little surprise when we came to the Org: the Scilons had posted two badmouthed security guards at the door who virtually began verbally assaulting us as soon as we arrived. This was an epic trolling opportunity that some of us simply could not pass up, and so 4-5 anons stood at the front door, retorting wittily to the guards' insults of "Your hair is long, you're too poor to afford a haircut" and "How is the dole treating you?" and "You got a lighter? No? You're too poor to afford one, fucking freaks." They also used racism to somewhat verbally abuse Kenji by saying things like "Wut? Me no speeky English!" whenever he tried to talk to them. We got the two guards in the back of a photo, despite their attempts to get out of the shot. I actually found it quite funny - and saddening - to see the guards use the same insults over and over again, as though they were having an effect. Angry-chan delivered one memorable comeback: "At least we don't lose fights to lawnmowers." Security guard immediately attempted to belittle Angry-chan about his hairstyle and how he was "too poor" to alter it. Also, as members of the public walked by, and there were a lot of them today, we handed them fliers, and the guards said to those who took them "You'd best throw that shit on the ground," and "Fucking moron," and "I wouldn't pass up free toilet paper either, even if it is given out by scum." I also noticed one guard would get a pained expression whenever he saw a member of the public take a flier. I began to feel sorry for these two; the cult had really done a number on them, completely brainwashed them. At this point I should clarify that we didn't really know if these two guards belonged to Scientology or were employed from a private security firm, but I had my suspicions that they were Scilons due to typical bullbaiting techniques bar getting in anyone's faces. After about an hour, the police were called, as was the usual thing to happen when Anonymous popped in to say hi. The police spent a large amount of time in the Org, during which the two guards were telling us how we were going to be made to leave and that we were probably going to get fined. How wrong they were. As soon as the cops came out through the front door, they asked who was holding the permit. I directed them to Kenji. I spent a few more minutes with an Anon and the guards, who felt that they had earnt some gloating and proceeded to ask me to remove my mask and tell me that I was a useless sack of flesh. I didn't respond. The police were having a lengthy chat with Kenji, and curiosity got the better of me and I went over to see what was going on. Now, I didn't hear the conversation, but SirAnon told me the gist of it was the police had asked Scientology to stop calling them because a different officer would always be required to come out here, and they had all had enough of being called on peaceful protesters. Also of note, the police said Scientology was a business. Doesn't sound like much, but it just goes to show that the public is waking up to the truth of Scientology. Soon after, the Scilons blocked up their backdoor with black-plastic-cover-tech, restricting Scilons to using the front door, leaving them open for very direct questions on numerous things, such as Lisa McPherson and the Jan Eastgate scandal. The guards, either pissed off or ordered, began a renewed verbal assault on us. Syph got very angry at them - he'd suffered verbal abuse at the guards' hands on earlier mini-raids - and was taken for a calming walk away from them by SpikeAnon while Kenji argued profusely with the guards, effectively angering them enough to ragequit and storm inside the Org and pull the curtains closed. They came back though. But were soon rendered angry again and they disappeared back inside the Org and I never saw them again. It was after this some of us discussed the raid - how well it was organised, how we could improve, who would be writing the post-game (obviously I was selected), etc. We all dispensed hugs to each other before leaving. Overall, was quite the odd, but no less interesting, raid. Looking forward to seeing the pictures, some of them were taken in lulzy situations.