Bill kissing the Moose is a bit too much for them in terms of affinity. It is natural that they went crazy. They have usually lack of humor. Do you still have it?
Do well my friend.

Loosing:
When I was at AOLA doing my GAT Solo Certainty Course I brought a stuffed moose which I used as the “doll” for the GAT drills. I had a lot of affinity for this moose and the other dolls in the drawer, like Scooby etc. did not appeal to me. The sup had commented on my TRs lacking ARC.
Hence the moose. I was observed by Security kissing the moose on the snout so I was hauled off to ETHICS.
The AOLA Public MAA Teresa Smith; excuse me MR Smith ( she had recently been promoted to Midshipman and was about 18 years old) had me “disconnect” from the moose and all of the other mooses I had at home. I had to put them in the garage.
The next time I went there Mr Smith had me on the cans and she asked me ” Are you still doing it with the moose? There was a 2D flow along with it which made it clear that she was asking whether or not I was “still” fucking the moose. This was so outrageous that all I could do was laugh. She did not like being laughed at. After all, her job was to get ethics in so that tech could go in. The fate of every man, woman and child on Earth was dependant on stopping this Out 2D with the moose.
Perhaps that is the Suppressive Act that I was declared for. I have never seen a copy of the issue.

The organization can be generous. Had my wife done as she was ordered to do and put me in a hospice to die, they might have gotten me a nice coffin. No, it probably would have been a cardboard box to send my body into the oven. Yet my now ex-wife is in good standing even though her non-compliance has brought the organization to disrepute, or more disrepute actually. Maybe this was because as she told me that they would have never let her off the ship to go to my funeral. Even Heber was let out of the hole by DM long enough to go to his son
Alexander’s funeral. Except that he hasn’t been seen since.

As long as their stats remain up, they get masks from the organization. Some S.O orgs had a card system, one for food, another for libs, one for bonuses etc. You could add a “mask” card. When it got taken away you would get sick and die. Actually, I got it backwards. Being allowed to die can be a reward. And the mask wearing does not stop the wearer from getting the virus; it helps stop the other poor dumb bastard from getting it.
On the Freewinds we had the officer’s mess. As an officer, I was encouraged to eat there. I rarely did because I was an engineer and I would have to get cleaned up after working inside the main engines and get into my white uniform. It would take much longer to get ready than we would have time to eat.
I also heard from officer’s who DID eat there that some exec would punish them by suspending the privilege of eating there. There are a few people that like to see others miserable. By not eating there I probably saved myself some grief.

When the Church purchased the Freewinds, some of the prior company’s engineers stayed for some months to turn over the jobs they we’re doing. They used to ask us things like: When is your company going to bring in the real engineers?
Eventually they realized that we WERE the real engineers.
There was some effort to make them into Scientologists by having them read Dianetics ect.
One of the Swedish engineers told me: Ya Ya, I will get into Scientology next lifetime.
In the end we ran rings around them or at least I did. They could leave whenever they wanted and the Church paid for the Out-2D of one to come visit him on the ship. I knew that I would be lucky to make it off the ship alive and if anything went wrong which was common with the WOG crew, we would be dog meat.

All those files… all those confessions…all the loose lips.