Holy Xenu’s E-meter, campers, we love the long, skinny fliers that Scientology for some reason thinks are the bomb when it comes to prying money out of the hands of their members.
We can’t get enough of them! And while we’re focused on whether or not Scientology leader David Miscavige is going to open his first new Ideal Org in three years this weekend in Chicago, we’re thrilled to get an update from Toronto, where the Ideal Org building has been rotting away for years and years. When the heck is Toronto finally going to get some renovations at Yonge Street going?
Well, now Toronto is “back on schedule!” says this breathless dispatch!
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Tonight, in Pasadena!
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Oh jeez. (eyeball) These are the kind of things that would make me cringe when I was in. There was a point when my mind actually allowed me to have this thought, "This is MY religion?" "Isn't this suppose to be something I enjoy? Something uplifting?"
Those tiny little thoughts that leaked out from the bowels of my 35 years existence of brainwashing inside this cult, started to allow me to look outside and read, read READ ...eyeopening stuff.
But these stupid flyers and events did the trick. Just not what the church intended.
Holy Xenu's E-meter! Jumpin' Jangly Pimp Postulates! Holy Hardcore Homunculus Handjob!
Captain Bitchslap says: LET'S PLAY A GAME!
You know how THAT plays out...
And so it goes, with the usual Hublardian Hustle Outcomes: Bankruptcy(all varieties), Penury, Ill Health, and Death. There's yer feckin' "eternity", bee-otches...
And Dear Ol' Dave? Mind on his offshore accounts, offshore accounts on his mind...