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McCarran — Contrary to some of the more volatile emotions I have manifested and experienced on this blog, I find this little anecdote to be a very poignant moment. I guess this poor man’s confession to you, speaks to an underlying situation that has fought exposure for so long, that its true nature is only now making itself clear.

The unrelenting stress of staff can drive one crazy. It can make one do things, that under ‘normal” circumstances would be abhorrent to the person. I worked at St. Hill ( GO WW) for four years in the 70s. About 180 weeks that ran to upwards of 100 hours per. Stats became one of the five primary requirements of life (staff life): food – water – shelter – stats – human contact. If you went back and asked the young man that sat there, day in and day out, how he was doing, I would have manifested high purpose, high enthusiasm and interest — until somewhere in late 1976. Afterwards a malaise settled in that I could not shake, and only grew worse as the demand for stats and “products” outstripped any real connection to the HCO PLs and HCOBs and REAL Scientology Basics that we were supposedly trying to get in.

In other words I saw a gap growing, between just focusing on the auditing and training and letting it grow, and instead building this infrastructure of management. We became obsessed with statistics and forget that they only represented the good works staff were actually allowed to pursue.

I witnessed the slaughter of ten thousand trees, as evidenced by the vast amount of paper that crossed my desk in the form of endless weekly finance reports and staggering amounts of compliance reports. All neatly tabbed and stapled and stacked so high on my desk, and on the floor around me, that I personally could have caused a conflagration that would have wiped out GO WW in one glorious moment.

Stats — the crack cocaine of management. We all became junkies to one degree or another. And to the purpose I suppose. It certainly got its ‘claws’ in me early on – and to be honest, I didn’t mind. I wanted to help. It was that desire that pushed and pulled me through my final years on staff. I wanted to help. And in the end, I couldn’t. There were too many reports to write, too many crams to get through, too many conditions, I never knew I could get myself into, to write up and “handle.” I simply didn’t have time to produce any products, I was too busy getting the Stats up.

Odd

“and broke :(”

which seems to be SOP these days ala Org.

True dat Pepper.

After a while as life imitates art at times I figure it’s like Mike was in the role McMurphy with Dave as Nurse Ratchet 😉

Post on Running Pgm coming soon. Already did one earlier about the “new” standard tech GAG II Purif showing their spiffy uniforms and the Mark VIII Superdooper Vitamin Dispenser.

Please excuse me that I failed to mention a few other things to look forward to being in the Sea Org. Things like beatings, slapping, choking, interrogation, no privacy, humiliation, the RPF, no medical or dental care, forced abortion/ abuse of women, teen/child labor/abuse. Then when the SO member wants to exit or escape they are subject to hunting and physical force will be used if necessary. They will also get the disconnection policy applied to them and be cut off from all other Scientologists, even their families if they practice.

Sound like a happy, functional group?

What is Flag’s motto again – “The Friendliest Place on Earth”? It’s manned by the Sea Org and is commonly known as “C.O.B.’s Org”.

The tee shirt is quite fitting.

Mike eventually got up and left. That’s how he preserved his sanity.

Just a guess.

I vote for a galactic flea or galactic dust mite.