San Diego Post Raid, May 2010 I was the first to arrive. Shields were down, and there was a raven perched on the org. I sat across the street making a TAX THE CULT sign. At some point they brought out the VM panels. I have enough footage of them putting up the panels, so I made my sign real nice. Obamanon showed up first. I walked over and joined him just as anothersandiegan rolled up. And then there were three. Tofuman, kirby and a new guy Suiram arrived. The cult, in anticipation, started playing their pitiful cassette tape of theta music. Our MP3 tech trumps their hideous fail. I didn't hear a drop of their Dough E. Fresh Scilon rap, haha. Schweet. Others were not so fortunate, but they rocked out to the heinous crap anyways. Apparently cult priority has been bumped from "call the cops and get actual patrol officers, " to "call the cops and get...what?" Downtown Partnership; Clean and Safe. On a bike. This is something new...replacing the segue patrol, maybe? This guy rolls up and says, "My boss says I have to ask you to leave." I laugh and say, "Well THAT ain't gonna happen!" He sez, "Well I have to stay here then, but I get paid by the hour." We're like, pssh! Whatever, dude. We don't care! He went into the org for a while. When he came out, he talked to us a bit longer. Wouldn't take a flier, wouldn't take a card. He said that they were told there was a "riot" out front. Way to go, Scilons. Six people with signs is a riot. We told him how they constantly misrepresent what is happening outside the org. Guess what. He left. We did not. The org parkiing lot, which would be packed ten years ago, was pleasingly empty. A scilon flipped us off on his way into the org. Stay classy, culties! Lots and lots of honks and thumbs up. Handed out quite a few fliers to passersby, others turned them down because "we already know." A reporter from the San Diego Reader stopped to interview us and take pictures. A number of people took pictures. We are teh kewl. So after a couple of group photos we retired to our watering hole for squid and nachos, leaving the cult to their fail and bad music which they quit playing because it probably sickens them as much as it does us, being horrid and full of whitebread fail. "Yo ho...cross the water...hey ho...go drown..." As we were leaving, the raven came back again. We left to the dulcet sounds of his ominous croaking. This is true.