Saturday was coolish, with scattered showers and drizzle. This didn't
stop our plan to flashraid the San Diego org, as we had a mission.
There was a lot of activity around the org, with several unfamiliar
faces. Some of those faces belonged to a number of buff young men, who
were moving a monster aquarium and stand out of the org.
They came out with the aquarium first. It was huge. The anon I was
raiding with is into aquaria, he estimated it was over 200 gallons. It
was massive and heavy, taking four men to move and load it into a
truck.It was encrusted with dried green algae, suggesting its denizens
did not receive the care they needed to survive. They brought it
downstairs in the elevator. Then they moved out the massive stand
necessary to support 1200 lbs. of water. We asked the guys if they
were moving the clam bed and they didn't get it.
Were they cult members, or just some guys who bought the thing off Craigs List?
One of them paused to take our picture with his cell phone. However,
civilians often take our picture, so who knows?
Our mission on this blustery day, was to make them raise the shields.
My fellow raider suggested a $5 bet as to how long it'd take them to
do it. Unfortunately we agreed on 25 minutes, so the bet was off.
When we'd been there a while, it suddenly struck me. Moving the
aquarium would be impossible with the panels up. Our schedule was
thrown off-schedule!
After the large pieces had been loaded into their trucks, the guys
went back into the org, probably for the rest of the equipment. Ben
Ghioria appeared, pacing back and forth in front of the office window,
cell phone clamped to his ear. He seemed enturbulated.
Finally, the panels began to be deployed. They set them up right
outside the front window this time, rather than arranging them around
to enclose the whole entrance. This left a sort of narrow tunnel for
members to slither through on their way to the parking lot from the
front door. One guy had to turn sideways to fit through. I thought it
was weird, figuring they'd walk around the outside of the panels,
which were positioned to block our view of the front office.
Amusingly, I was wrong. They would prefer to slither through a 2 ft.
wide space than be seen by us!
They probably didn't intend for people to squeeze through like this. I
suspect the panels were positioned there because of the gusty winds
that came whipping through. However, the people in there are so
conditioned to walking behind the panels, it never occurred to them to
walk around the outside of them. This is what they call, "thinking for
yourself."
It took 45 minutes for them to raise the shields. Once anchored with
the cinderblocks, our job was done.
So we left, proving once again who really runs this!
On our way back to the car, this magnificent doorway caught my eye:
Home 
Scilons fail at tank cleaning tech.
