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A "straw-catcher". That definitively describes it.

If you didn't live through the fifties, it is hard to describe the terrifying undercurrent of pure existentialism that informed every part of it. I was just a kid, and I understand those who see the classic black-and-white sales billboard with the "nuclear family" gathered around the breakfast table as iconic of that time. Or the Eisenhower-inspired pictures of the amazing interstate freeway system.

I think it was Peter S Beagle who said something like "Even the pretty ballon needs a knot at one end." The knot that held the Lucille Ball generation together was the terror of nuclear annihilation.

Somehow the terror of it has faded, though it is still a clear and present danger. We have new existential terrors today, possibly not as horrific as the one that inspired the Joan Baez "Just a Little Rain" song. But I think every generation has its iconic fears and hopes. There seems to be something broken.

If you're paying attention and not simply lost in the opiates of the people (Marx's name for religion but it also applies to other idols like the Super Bowl and The Batchelor), the world is a scary place. It makes sense to feel a little lost sometimes and willing to grasp at any straw that looks even remotely plausible.

Hubbard was just riding the zeitgeist of his time by calling it "scientific". Like those that sold nostrums containing radium to cure all ills, he wanted to ride the technocratic wave. If we can pierce the stratosphere, and prevent polio, what else can science do? Seemingly anything, including solving criminality, insanity and war.

He was a world-class liar and couldn't even solve his daily finances, let alone the troubles of the nuclear age. But stop sometimes and think of those who saw a straw to clutch at when they heard him. A tiny ray of hope in a storm-tossed dark sky of insanity.

Is a false hope better than utter despair? No, because false hope leads to fanaticism and very poor decisions. But despair is no good either.

I would say, find some hope in the little things you can do for those near to you, not even trying to solve the big issues that are beyond you anyway. Catch the straws that land in your neighborhood. Just my two cents, your mileage may vary.

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Carey McWilliams understood Hubbard very well. "quite colorless and mediocre weaver of science fantasy yarns." Nailed it.

This paragraph nails the early interest in Dianetics perfectly.

" the same messianic eagerness, the same showmanship, the same appeal to the miraculous, and the same attraction of the painless and inexpensive cure. The main difference seemed to be that this audience was not seeking to achieve redemption through a conviction of sin but a quick and painless “release from nervous tension.”

The Hubster 'cured' his audience of 'cooties'. After first infecting them with that imaginary 'disease'.

Carey's take on the Hubbard produced show is very telling. All I see are the old 'medicine show' tactics used to lull the audience into acceptance of the 'miracle cure'.

Carey got the $cieno redefinition of words and nailed their use very well. I propose that the Bunker issue a yearly prize named after McWillians for the best take down of $cientology. The prize could be something as simple as a Amazon gift card worth two cents.

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