Here is a "blow-by-blow" account.

I was the first at the table to sign in and take a number--I was up to be
the first to ask a question - #1. As soon as I signed the book, the young
lady at the desk asked about the nature of the question I wanted to ask.
Red Flag went up! I responded, "Maybe something about immigration -- maybe
something like that." She said OK. I walked away leaving my coat zipped
to the top -- yep, concealed beneath was my great big "No IRS - Pro Fair
Tax" sweatshirt.

The meeting began. Scott asked for "Question #1." I stood in the back
row. I unzipped my coat, removed it, and revealed the dreaded "No IRS"
emblem! Scott's nostrils flared and smoke emitted from his ears! (Scott
remembered me from previous meetings where I created "significant
emotional events" which helps people remember me in future meetings.)
Without opening my mouth, Scott attacked. And it was an attack worthy of
an opponent clearly on the defensive. I stood taking every blow, quietly
smiling as the verbal abuse bounced off like bullets off of my "No IRS"
sweatshirt.

Here is a brief version of his tirade: 1. Fair Tax people were always the
first to ask questions. 2. Then we took over his meeting. 3. That did not
give him enough time to discuss the really important issues he wanted to
talk about. 4. We were disruptive. 5. Others did not get time to share
their needs. 6. Ways that he was working with Neal Boortz, John Linder,
Charlie Rangle -- and all the wonderful stuff he was doing to push the Fair
Tax through and make it a high priority agenda item.

Bingo! Scott took a breath and before he could tell us about "simplifying the system with his 'Flat Tax' proposal and how the FT would hurt the poor, I struck! "Mr. Scott," I had his attention and the attention of every person there. Very sheepishly I said, "All I wanted to say was 'Thank you. That was all."

I handed the microphone back and sat down. Scott buried his head in his
hands turned away from the audience and the crowd burst into laughter and
then applauded. I told my tax attorney that we had made our point and the
crowd was now on our side -- no more FT questions.

At the end of the meeting many came up to me asking for material-- I had
prepared 20 large envelopes with my material. I gave away 16. The others
have been promised.

Also, I put the AFT cards from Houston on every car in the parking lot.
Scott tried to talk to me at the end of the meeting but a photographer
grabbed him as he was about to say something to me.

I went to the parking lot to talk with people while Scott took his pictures. When Scott got to his car, he found my AFT card on his windshield.