MAY 16, 2023: I finally got to meet Leah Remini at the Masterson trial.

Unfortunately SP Spanglish and I could not get in. Apparently OSA had sent a lot of sci workers to flood the courtroom so friends and relatives of the "Does" could not support them during final args. One courthouse worker after another tried to get in to watch and were told they were not welcome either. You could tell they worked here by their badges and open cell phones. Absolutey NOBODY had their cell phones out as they had to be stored in locked containers. Madonna uses the same tech to keep people from recording her concert so they can actually WATCH IT! Many signs warned of NO PHOTOGRAPHY. Unlike in a Scientology welcome center, I obeyed.

Photographing a juror could get them killed as part of a gang war case.

This is the celebrity floor. The murder floor. The OJ floor. In his case the unholy trinity of all three. There is a second layer of security/metal detectors at which time your cell phone is locked and you must leave the area to unlock it.

SP Spanglish and I had been waiting outside for 90 min. as the courtroom was full. Finally everyone but the lawyers and journalists came out. I was wearing an iconic black & white "Princess Leia" t-shirt and walked up saying "Hello Princess Leah." This wigged out her bodyguard as I am a big man. I was also wearing a mask due to being an Anon and also being HIV+ as the courthouse is full of germy prisoners. So I said "It's me the Angry Gay Pope." Then she got it and I said "I wore this shirt because I was thinking of you. A woman's place is in the rebellion." It's the same line that worked wonders w/Stormy Daniels in person!

I backed off as they had just been through rape summation hell inside and her guard was wigging out. It was such a depressing way to meet somebody I respect and have worked for. I was very nervous and shaking! She later walked by unguarded and gave me a reassuring smile but I did not follow her and talk more. That would be like asking for a job interview at a funeral! The mood was, of course, somber. Nobody wins at this trial. Nobody wanted to be here. I did not attend until now because I would be so depressed I would not be able to watch these brave women in person recount a second time. I've already edited enough Sci sit-down interviews that made me cry.

I can see why her bodyguard was defensive w/me. There were several weird narcissistic looky-loos waiting with us. They fought loudly w/the deputies over not being allowed in. They are the kind of Aaron Smith-Levin fans he probably would not enjoy hanging out with. One sixty-something woman w/dyed red hair also had green tattoos all over herself. Some color combination! One brought her foofy dog on a purple leash to the courthouse! She almost chopped it in half w/a security door because she was such an idiot. Sometimes the dog wandered around unsupervised dragging its leash everywhere. One weirdo woman got a tattoo of SPTV. Sigh. These sixty-something flakes are apparently a daily problem for the deputies.

Danny Masterson is not very tall. Just the kind of build to cause him to need to drug women to rape them as they were the same size he was. It was all I could do not to trip him as he went by. BUT that is the kind of fighting courthouses are supposed to prevent!

I look at Masterson in court like I look at Kendrick Moxon: the everyday banality of evil.

All this could have been avoided if, years ago, a casting director on THAT SEVENTIES SHOW had passed on him.