Part 3...........getting into the event, and the build up.
My buddy drives up from wherever, and we meet at the Walmart, practically next door. He suggests we park there, and walk, since we both need the exercise. Normally, I would do that. For some reason, I say I think it would be better if we park at the actual event.
"Why? Isn't is safe around here?"
"No, it is safe. I just think we will be better off if we park there."
(This decision could have been brilliant, and saved us a ton of grief, later. Or, it may have doomed us to having to stay in a hotel overnight.)
As soon as we exit the Walmart parking lot, I am struck by how much security there is. All entrances, except one, are roped off, and blocked by police cars.
Guess they were giving the organizers their $10k worth.
We have to show photo ID, and a ticket, at 2 checkpoints, to get in the parking lot. Each one had several Garland officers. They direct us to where they want us to park, and there is yet one more police car. Passed a few more, on the way.
We enter the center at the entrance furthest from the road. I thought that was a bit odd, but that was probably two-fold.
One was the main auditorium was going to be used for SAT testing, the next morning. So, can't use that part. Plus, moving us to the far entrance got us further away from any protestors that might show up.
One more checkpoint, to go through, complete with metal detector. Now we are in.
We are all aware that the event could face protestors, but that is all any of us expected would happen. I figured even that was remote, as any local group would have realized that with all the security present, that no protest was going to be effective. Plus, the word was the local Muslim "activists" were going to ignore the event, as they felt that would be more insulting than showing up and screaming at us. (Which did happen, when the initial event took place, earlier in the year.)
Not only was most every off-duty Garland officer working this, the SWAT guys were there. They looked serious. Assault rifles, with flash suppressors, and full body armor. And there were enough highly visible to deter anyone but the most kooky protestor. If we only knew...............
We mingle. I can hear some folks saying they are media. One woman approaches me, and attempts to interview me. I am unusually evasive. She asked if I support this. Too open-ended to merit a straight answer. I try to get clarification, which I never get. She continues to prod, probably hoping I will blurt out "I hate these goldurn camel jockeys" or something equally dumb. I calmly explain that since I am here, and it is just around the corner from my house, I can tell all my Muslim buddies just what did happen, on Monday morning. (Actually, come to think about it..............I haven't done that yet! Oh, well. Maybe later.) She leaves, in frustration.
I get the distinct impression that a great deal of the attendees are media, of one sort or another. Someone makes an announcement that we will not be allowed into the part where the actual exhibit is until the designated time. Doesn't seem to be a large turn-out, yet. Once inside, someone mentions there are roughly 300 people in attendance.
They start to let folks in. Some folks get extra special treatment, and they are seated in the first row of tables. Their tables have a goodie bag, of some sort.
Next, the "preferred" attendees are let in. No idea why I was in that group, but I had a name tag that stated as much. We are in the second row of tables. In the rear, there are tables set up, with pastries and refreshments. None of which I can eat. Well, at least it isn't freezing cold inside.
What appears to be the winning entry is at the front of the room. A small number of entries are exhibited. There is one exhibit, that seems to have a very small thumbnail version, of every cartoon entered, on it. Too small to read, so my buddy and I sit down.
I get into a discussion with a rather annoying lady, that lives in Allen, about what is going on in our schools. Seems she was a substitute teacher, in some other state. That, and apparently she managed to wander around our Freshman Center, leads her to believe she knows everything about what is going on. I know for a fact she is full of it, and I try to educate her. Imagine that: and "educator" that can not be educated. She already knows all of the facts, at least as she has determined them, and isn't interested in hearing anything else.
I quietly remark to my buddy this is why nothing can get done. Too many folks who think they are right, even when they are clueless. She is supposed to be on my side, and I can't stand her!
(Reminds me of my highly prejudiced and bigoted, not to mention extremely anti-Semitic, aunt. A good Christian! Probably just the sort of person the critics of Geller assumed would be in attendance. Little did they know an atheist was between us, and a much more pleasant individual.)
Time for the show.............