Hilarious and sadly so spot on! I’m still honestly shocked by the hypocrisy of Prepon being in this “religion” that’s so homophobic but lapping up the love of all lesbians out there in the world and preaching that she’s so supportive of gays. And of course flat out lying in an interview that she has never read anything anti-gay in all her years of being an Scn. I wish just once someone would do a hard interview with her and not a fluff piece and ask her how she reconciles playing such an iconic lesbian, being surrounded by lesbian co-stars who she’s so friendly with, but being a very devoted member and talking up Scientology as the greatest thing ever like she did in that issue of Celebrity magazine. I hope she watches that scene in episode 6 and has an epiphany and pulls a Leah Remini but sadly I doubt it.
This is where Scientology Media Productions comes in. They plan to take over the making of Orange is the New Black and have Laura Prepon’s character convert to Scientology, and use her newly gained OT powers to walk out the front gate of the prison disguised as David Miscavige.
And he will teach her how to lie and submit fraudulent documents to the federal government just as he did many times so he could obtain entry to countries and be permitted to live and work for the cult there. All is fair when done for the greater good, the greatest justification EVER.
“The Modern Science of Mental Murk.” Truly, master, might I sit at your feet to absorb all of your wisdom? Now that’s some REALLY funny shit! I’m down with crud right now so I can’t laugh because it hurts. But, Xenu’s Son, you are one funny motor scooter!
I squeed when I watched that episode, I’m curious if Prepon will do what Hayes did when Southpark mocked them. I recently watched the new Kevin Hart/ The Rock comedy “Central Intelligence” and they also took major shots at CoS when it was revealed that Jason Bateman’s bully character is a Scion. The mainstream skewering, showing them for the joke they are is delightful! Well done RB!
Hey Justme, what is “squeed”? And Regraded Being, wonderful article today. I liked how their eyes were normal until they went into the brainwashed cognitive dissonance part and then the eyes got the zombie look in them. Good one — Thanks.
Squee is sort of an internet term. The word represents the sound of 10,000 preteen girls at a Justin Bieber concert: Squee! Squee! So it’s used when you reaaaaallllly just luvvvs something like mad, and especially when it is cute.
So, you see a picture of a kitten, and comment, “Squee!” Or as a verb, perhaps in a review… “I don’t mean to squee, but I really like this thing…”
Or you could say, “That’s so squee.” Or post something cute and call it the Daily Squee.
Squee is not emphasized as in “squeeeeeeee!” because it is not necessary. The emphasis is built in and assumed. Squee! says it all.
Didn’t John Travolta play a murderous villain in the Hollywood movie “Battlefield Earth” based on the book by L. Ron Hubbard? Didn’t Juliette Lewis play a psychopathic killer in the movie “Natural Born Killers”? Didn’t Priscilla Presley play a woman turned murderer in “Tales from the Crypt”? Are these celebrities not good enough Scientologists that they were not sent to Ethics for portraying characters below 2.0 emotionally on the tone scale? If it was another celebrity instead like Kirstey Alley, would she have been sent to ethics?
The Church of Scientology SPECIALIZES in confusing innocent people into thinking they are out-ethics and have O/W’s when they aren’t or don’t and then making believe the church and “everyone else” almost discovered this fact about the person to get money out of them as long as they can while the church “skyrockets” itself up the Bridge!
It is almost too real to be funny and true. But years of observance of this group has shown, this is the business they are in. 🙂
Oh, man, there was this theety-weetie chick back when Pulp Fiction came out who was so upset that John Travolta played a heroin-addicted hit man that she actually wrote him up! OMFG, fucking Scientology! She went on and on about how out-ethics he was and I had to choke back the laughter!
I’ve always loved hearing how frail and weak OT’s are. No, they can’t take J&D. No, they can’t deal with an entheta environment while working the upper levels. They need to be somewhere like the Sand Castle or out at sea. shielded from the slightest intimation that they could do just as well with an appropriately fitted computer at home that does freemiums, as they can in the Top Gun or Commodore’s Suite, listening to Hana-li and chowing at the Hibiscus. No, having someone try to talk sense to them fills them with horror beyond horror. How DARE they endanger the planet so? How awful they must be, and how filled with misery, cruelty, and dark designs! Good thing they’re only 2%…10%….um….something percent of the general public! Good thing that there are Guardians who can shatter their suppression with a single postulate, with a single intention! And if that doesn’t work, we have security guards, lawsuits….Nice and safe….
I’m fairly sure we all do, but that is more likely due to contaminated ales! Though I tease my wife, who is Swedish, for being a stranger in a stranger land we have created a celt-viking hybrid who might improve on Rabbie’s record with the ladies. Lanky, blue-eyed bastard.
I’m of Scottish descent on both sides of my family. One side traced us back to 14th Century Scotland, and on the other side my ancestors include a Scots-English great-grandfather who once tore the telephone out of the wall for ringing when he was having a nap.
Hi The Dark Avenger, Great post.Yes my hubby Walter,Scottish on both sides!And there was much tearing of articles among the males of their clans when and if their routines were interrupted.I am always teased by him for not being thrifty enough with stuff.Since we are opposites I,doubtneitherbwill back down! Lol.Always
Guess what! I’m part Scottish! And I never knew it. Several of my family members and I, recently did the test for “23 and Me” company that does genetic testing – and I found out that I am a certain percentage of Scottish, Welsh, Irish, also German, Scandinavian, and French! That’s my European part, my ancestors apparently mostly came from these areas of Europe, although we’ve been in the United States for over a hundred years on both sides of my family.
It’s so amazing finding out where we come from, what percentage and the exact areas geographically. I’d recommend this for anyone wanting to know more about their ancestry.
What you do: they send you a vial, you basically add saliva (yuk) – I thought of something like limes and sour stuff so my mouth would water enough to fill the vial (TMI, I know, sorry) then mailed it back in pre-paid small box, it took 6 weeks for the results. You access them via website, they have maps of where your ancestors come from, percentages, mothers & fathers side, and let me know I have cousins and other relatives… but you can be totally anonymous and keep it private and don’t need to let anyone know anything about you whatsoever. amazing.
But I can say arrrggghhh! with Old Surfer Dude now… we’re probably 27th cousins once removed or something… it does go really in-depth in the results. :p
Aye, but your truly a lovely, Celtic lassie, justmeteehee.
Chee Chalkersays
My parents are from Paisley. And in response to LRH’s ‘great love for Scotland’ …. Scotland says ‘no thank you’
So, are you in favor of Independence? My cousins (still there) all seem to be.
I was over visiting just before the Independance vote and my rellies were split down the middle, I think with the EU results they will have another go at it.
Following Scientology has helped me recognise all these behaviours in what I thought were otherwise innocuous activities. We all watch Scientology and say ‘how can they not see this is nuts?’ but there’s only more of it on the outside. However the foods better and there’s always netflix.
Its true that the OTs appear fragile. Even the intimation that you’re going to disagree with the Co$ program or have some issue with Miscavige, etc, and their eyes widen in alarm while they try to keep their TRs in and find some excuse to get the hell away from you. I believe their dread is directly linked to their mandatory sec checks. A comm cycle like this complicates their case and their lives with increased sec checking – more length, time, money. Today I don’t wonder why they run away. I used to, though.
And the last question of OTVIII is….”Where would you feel safe?” The correct answer is “I’m here!”
Sitting at this cafe chair at Elm City grocery, I must be either pigheadedly stupid or blessed beyond all possible understanding to find this a non-question…
Thanks for mentioning hana-li, I looked her up. Interesting. I read where someone said she was a bit like Amy Winehouse, but to me she sounded more like Britney Spears, but… lesser. I watched her “Take a Girl” video on YouTube, it made me want to go to the gym and work out, lol. I couldn’t watch much of her more recent video, it’s mostly just a ‘words on a colored background’ amateurish video and it seemed like blatant propaganda for something… maybe CCHR? I guess she’s a Scientologist, but is the company called “hanali” also affiliated with Scientology? hanali says it is an “agency focused on sales enablement” that ‘helps businesses’ (and they spelled focussed in the UK/Canadian style with 2 ‘s’, not preferred U.S. spelling with one) and maybe it could be WISE-related, but I didn’t have time to look in depth (on lunch break) anyone else know anything about it? thanks! The things I learn here…
And the Ostrich sticks its head back into the sand. $ceientology is the butt of jokes everywhere and still the clams think they can fix every thing with a touch assist or drive the Psychs away with a march and some signs eschewing ‘psych drugs’. The blinders are screwed on very tight in the remaining clams. Thankfully, society and the media are providing WD-40.
In the early 70’s National Lampoon magazine ran a satire piece by the great Terry Southern. The story dealt with details both revolting and hilarious, one of which was a particular smell that would
“Send an e-meter needle thru the side of the god-damned box!”, unquote.
I was shocked and KR’d it to the GO.
Zeemoo, I’d love it if the psychs/docs/pols would quit the use of heavy drugs on children. It’s a vile practice and it *is* urged on by various drug companies.
I wish that they’d increase the use of heavy drugs on children, specifically narcotics, sedatives, or anything that would shut the little bastards up. Nothing sets me off like the sound of annoying children.
Espiando…. please. 🙂 could you try to increase your tolerance level… and look for the beauty in life and in people.. including children? well, we’ve all been annoyed by unruly, loud, misbehaving children now and then, for which I fault their parents or guardians for not making sure they are more centered, respectful and polite in society, in public places. but to condemn all children all the time instead of recognizing children are the future of our society and we need to show tolerance and even look for the goodness… ohhhhh… or maybe you were just being funny 🙂 that’s probably it, and i’m being a ridiculous dork in trying to lecture you about it. poe’s law? pshht. whatever, it’s friday! yeehaw. :p
My mother tells me that when I was still in a stroller and she’d park my stroller next to another, if the kid in the other stroller started crying, I’d reach out and try to slap the other kid. It started early with me.
Hi Espiando, Well I was not exactly moon-light and roses either as a kid.In first grade on the playground a little boy hit a little girl,so hard she passed out.I broke his arm.XO
Cee Oh Bee knows that any pressure he tries to put on her via ethics/sec checks and the like will only produce another Leah Remini / Katie Holmes style Scnexit. He can do NOTHING to stem the tide now.
The UK showed how it deals with a media style blitz convincing people that (the vote) would Bremain in the EU. So much for that. Change is underway big time for the cult.
Perfect timing for Him now that the summer event schedule is underway.
Yo Dave,
Even those that say they are coming to the events will no doubt be looking for any excuse not to. Watch for family crises, illnesses of relatives, weddings, sudden unforeseen events popping up, you know, the list goes on and on.
I’m sure Tom, John and Krusty had events that were more important than the opening of your SuMP to the world ………………… just sayin good buddy. Orange is the new Black ………. Dave.
DM has been “allowing” actors to play out ethics people and slime balls for a long time now. Case in point is Johnny Lewis, son of OT VIII, Class VIII field auditor, Michael Lewis and Power FSM Divona Lewis. Johnny had a psychotic break and murdered his landlord after killing her cat and then threw himself off of or fell off of the roof and died. He’d been having trouble with anger and assaulting others for a while before that. Michael Lewis, the dad, explained it to a few of his friends and acquaintances that Johnny played Half Sack on the show “Sons of Anarchy,” and that having to portray a psychotic criminal each week made his BT’s and Clusters copy it and start dramatizing it and that Johnny became the role he was playing. He said Johnny wanted off the show for this reason. I don’t know the truth of it all, and we will never know it, but I think that is what Michael told himself to make the horror of it less horrible.
Yeah… I think it’s dangerous to try to make people believe they have a bunch of alien space cooties clinging onto them.. that they have to pay money to ‘blow off’….
I just think they take an average, basically happy person living their life… then make them think they are inhabited by all these bad things, body thetans or souls of dead people… it’s just too bizarre and basically harmful to a person’s psyche.
Something happened 75 million years ago? we don’t have history going back that far. where’s the proof? choose to believe this at your own peril. it’s silly. my advice: just be happy and live your life in sunshine and with love for all.
Michael and Divona were personal friends of mine, and I also knew and loved Johnny. Michael would hint this to people without using the terminology of “BT and Cluster” so as to not be out security. But he described the phenomena of becoming like the role you’re playing if you do it day in and day out etc. I think he was searching for some kind of explanation of why bad things happen to good people, especially people whose parents are high up on the Bridge OT’s. It was kind of like the item he gave himself to explain the bizarre occurrence of events that happened to a very able and smart kid. It was a shock to us all. As an aside here, Divona told me that Johnny had turned away from getting auditing himself after reading stuff on the internet etc. The good news is that they never disconnected from him and tried to help him the whole time. My kids, on the other hand, the minute they heard I’d read on the internet, were persuaded by their org HCO to disconnect. I give kudos to Michael and Divona for not forsaking their son when he went out of lock step with the church.
What nonsense. By that logic Laurence Olivier and God knows how many other stage actors would become murderers, playing Macbeth and Othello and so forth night after night.
Cindy, when I said, “What nonsense”, I was not addressing your commentary but what Michael Lewis offered as the explanation for his son’s psychosis. Upon further reflection my words lacked compassion. The truth is that whatever explanation sustains a parent when losing a child is OK. When you’re trying to make sense of what is so awful and beyond belief – I get it.
I don’t agree with “whatever explanation sustains a parent when losing a child is OK”. The victim in this case was a helpless 81 year old woman. The murderer was an adult man. He killed her with his bare hands. She was as helpless as a 5 year old child. I
have no sympathy for him or his parents.
Here is an appreciation of her life:
I Was a Dear Friend of the Woman “Sons of Anarchy” Star is Suspected of Murdering
Hollywood legend Catherine Davis rented me — and many other actors — rooms in her home throughout her life. Johnny Lewis isn’t accused of murdering an 81-year-old woman. He is accused of murdering a saint.
TAYLOR NEGRON
SEP 28, 2012
An early ’80s headshot of Taylor Negron at 24, the age when he first moved in as a young actor into the “Writers Villa” run by Catherine Davis.
If you look at initial reports of the death of Johnny Lewis — the “Sons of Anarchy” actor and, as all the media outlets have made sure to note, the ex of Katy Perry — the name of the woman he is accused of brutally and horrifically murdering is not even mentioned at all.
Her name is Catherine Davis. And she is a Hollywood legend. A near saint.
And a kind and loving mother to so many, including me.
A writer, artist and entrepreneur, the media later explained her as an “elderly 81-year-old woman.” This could maybe be used to describe her bones.
Cathy Davis was a woman of astounding energy and clear-minded self-creation. The house she rented to accused killer Johnny Lewis — and to me, Parker Posey, Thomas Jane, Chris Parnell, Paula Poundstone, and so many others — was known to us as the “Writer’s Villa.” It is located in an affluent part of Los Feliz and was built in 1927 to resemble a Villa in Spain or Italy. The original bathrooms of Malibu tile still exist, reflected by the beveled mirrors in the medicine cabinet. Hand-painted pink. Turquoise and lemon yellow ceramic tiles are inlaid in the sunny staircase that is at the center of the house leading to a carved door that is always open.
Born into humble roots in Texas, Cathy made sure she got into UCLA and there flourished in that atmosphere of 1950s Los Angeles where endless possibilities and vacant lots and a lot of handiwork led to a dream fulfilled.
Marrying and having a baby, Catherine moved into what clearly was a dream house on that gentle hill. The marriage dissolved and the feminist movement took hold and Cathy became what I always called a “Sesame Street feminist.” Bold and colorful, simple, direct. Easy. She understood how to flatter men, but was never taken hostage. These were the women who raised my generation — equal pay for equal work. Independent with the smarts on their sleeves. This quintessentially modern California lady living life on her own terms, armed with only a stack of Sunset Magazines and 100-watt smile.
The ad I answered in The LA Times when I was in my early twenties, read “rooms to rent in Villa.” I went there to see. At this point I was making money from acting in movies and needed to settle down and start thinking about buying my own home.
“Well,” Cathy said in her pert Texas twinch, “you’re in the right place. I am a real estate agent, and we will find you something you will love.”
I liked that she used the royal “we.” Hollywood is usually more about “me” than “we.” I knew nothing about mortgages or equity.
“Your job is to be an artist, to tell jokes,” she told me.
I made Cathy laugh intensely. That is the greatest gift of all that I treasure.
When we make others laugh, the tension grinds away, and the moment is balanced. The “me” becomes a “we.”
Those of us, that fraternity that lived at the Villa, understoond that. They were the sum of our parts.
I took the room on the right upstairs with a large rounded fireplace and a view of succulents hemmed by aromatic sumac bushes. These native plants give off a slight aroma like gasoline. Clean and startling. Over time, I would move in and out of the Villa while Cathy looked around for my first home. She was quick to tell me I was home and that it was “my room … always.”
The door was always open, and soon I found that my boyhood friend Val Kilmer was living in one of the rooms, and there we had parties with serious actors like George Clooney and his then wife Talia Balsam. Paula Poundstone lived there.
Over time, I stayed in every room in the house and became a part of that household, made up of equally eccentric types that came to Lowey Road to stay while in artistic transit or retreat. Cathy was always catering meals for us from local restaurants and long after I moved out, I would attend these long dinners on her flagstone terrace where you would meet Dutch movie stars or violin soloists from Japan. Actors and writers put their best face forward as Cathy demonstrated to them that their dreams were not far from reach.
Her daughter Margaret Davis began writing award-winning books, biographies of prominent Los Angeles figures and families. Proud and pleased, we all were included in Margaret’s publishing events. This was her talent. Making you interesting and a specialist in your field.
Cathy, always the writer and reader, began writing her own historical biography on the “Life of Phoebe Apperson Hearst,” mother of William Randolph Hearst. She was working on the book in her room when she was murdered.
The screams echoing in the canyon. I play it over in my head now. Why was she screaming? No one will ever know, because now the players are gone. Was it because this creature tenant that had rented a room from her came in carrying her now dismembered beloved cat? The rhythm of murder is always different. It’s like the pre-death rattle.
The creature — Johnny Lewis — was one of the actors that Cathy rented to. She rented him my old room with metal casement windows that cranked open with perfect symmetry. That room was always dry, and when it did not smell of sumac it smelt of dirt — dusty grass-fed dirt.
The text I received the day she was murdered was chilling and all-caps: “TEXT ME ASAP.”
I did.
“What is it?” I was standing in that back garden of my apartment on West 82nd Street.
“Our sweet Miss Cathy has been murdered.”
The breath, the support system of all life is the first thing that changes when the utterance of death is heard. The breath increases. Rising in failed attempts to bring air to the brain to rectify the mistake that has been made in the hearing. Murder?
My ears “heard” that Cathy Davis was murdered by someone who was in her house. This was a few hours after the crime and no one was sure of what the motive for the crime was.
I scanned the Web and saw that the actor from “Sons of Anarchy” was dead. I did not read the article, as I no longer consider these people actors. Knowing full well that they came to Hollywood to be famous and party. To get DUIs and pay their anorexia-enabling stylists to mask the ravages of their marionette chains. They are boring people who say lines.
But this was the creature that is suspected of murdering my 81-year-old friend, and he lived in my old room.
The screams may have come from when Cathy saw her cat brutalized and torn apart. The screaming stopped when she was reportedly hit from above on the back of the head with a two-by-four.
She died with the freshly edited Chapter 6 spread out on the bed. Her coffee and cereal bowl untouched by the violence.
The monster with the cute face is suspected of then beating up the workers next door, pulling one painter off a ladder and hurting him.
The monster then allegedly destroyed all of Cathy’s art. Her hand-painted folkloric sculptures and Mexican Wedding candelabras that were used in the annual Christmas Decoration parties that we had at the Villa on the holidays.
The monster then allegedly destroyed all the mirrors in the house, and believing he could fly, jumped off the terrace and landed headfirst on the cement driveway where we all parked when we unloaded our luggage or drinks for parties.
Cathy loved parties more than anything. Not loud. I don’t remember music. Only talk and stories of people from other places describing new things and new places.
Then the monster’s head shattered. Like, I imagine, a rotten melon.
The monster was allegedly on a synthetic drug and was released early from a sentence for armed robbery with a weapon.
He called Cathy and asked if he could come home.
I know what she said.
“Your room is waiting.
“I will leave the front door open for you.”
Hilarious and sadly so spot on! I’m still honestly shocked by the hypocrisy of Prepon being in this “religion” that’s so homophobic but lapping up the love of all lesbians out there in the world and preaching that she’s so supportive of gays. And of course flat out lying in an interview that she has never read anything anti-gay in all her years of being an Scn. I wish just once someone would do a hard interview with her and not a fluff piece and ask her how she reconciles playing such an iconic lesbian, being surrounded by lesbian co-stars who she’s so friendly with, but being a very devoted member and talking up Scientology as the greatest thing ever like she did in that issue of Celebrity magazine. I hope she watches that scene in episode 6 and has an epiphany and pulls a Leah Remini but sadly I doubt it.
Spoilers, FFS!
This is where Scientology Media Productions comes in. They plan to take over the making of Orange is the New Black and have Laura Prepon’s character convert to Scientology, and use her newly gained OT powers to walk out the front gate of the prison disguised as David Miscavige.
Where Wick will promptly teach her how to shoplift?
And he will teach her how to lie and submit fraudulent documents to the federal government just as he did many times so he could obtain entry to countries and be permitted to live and work for the cult there. All is fair when done for the greater good, the greatest justification EVER.
Laura Prepon is too tall to pass for David Miscavige
Maybe they switched the channel to Jeff Pomeranz in concert
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wlUBs3w5vuc
I can’t watch it…I pull muscles cringing.
This on is so cool RB.
Orange is the new Black.
Can you imagine the kinds of joking little dave is going to hear when he’s wearing orange?
ummm…none. if they value their skins. (I don’t think he listens to us, his head have long since exploded)
Rb really gets how the logic of a Bubble dweller works.Maybe we will get:
Bubbleology The Modern Science Of Mental Murk.
“The Modern Science of Mental Murk.” Truly, master, might I sit at your feet to absorb all of your wisdom? Now that’s some REALLY funny shit! I’m down with crud right now so I can’t laugh because it hurts. But, Xenu’s Son, you are one funny motor scooter!
Thanks RB.Link to Jamie Sorrentini terrible things.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNFMnieVEk4
I squeed when I watched that episode, I’m curious if Prepon will do what Hayes did when Southpark mocked them. I recently watched the new Kevin Hart/ The Rock comedy “Central Intelligence” and they also took major shots at CoS when it was revealed that Jason Bateman’s bully character is a Scion. The mainstream skewering, showing them for the joke they are is delightful! Well done RB!
Hey Justme, what is “squeed”? And Regraded Being, wonderful article today. I liked how their eyes were normal until they went into the brainwashed cognitive dissonance part and then the eyes got the zombie look in them. Good one — Thanks.
I “squeed” once. I never did it again because it hurt like hell. “Squeed” me once…shame on you! “Squeed me twice…and I’ll slap the shit out of you!
I’ll word clear it for ya! One part squealed + one part peed = squeed teehee!
Touche!
Squee is sort of an internet term. The word represents the sound of 10,000 preteen girls at a Justin Bieber concert: Squee! Squee! So it’s used when you reaaaaallllly just luvvvs something like mad, and especially when it is cute.
So, you see a picture of a kitten, and comment, “Squee!” Or as a verb, perhaps in a review… “I don’t mean to squee, but I really like this thing…”
Or you could say, “That’s so squee.” Or post something cute and call it the Daily Squee.
Squee is not emphasized as in “squeeeeeeee!” because it is not necessary. The emphasis is built in and assumed. Squee! says it all.
A most useful term IMHO.
Didn’t John Travolta play a murderous villain in the Hollywood movie “Battlefield Earth” based on the book by L. Ron Hubbard? Didn’t Juliette Lewis play a psychopathic killer in the movie “Natural Born Killers”? Didn’t Priscilla Presley play a woman turned murderer in “Tales from the Crypt”? Are these celebrities not good enough Scientologists that they were not sent to Ethics for portraying characters below 2.0 emotionally on the tone scale? If it was another celebrity instead like Kirstey Alley, would she have been sent to ethics?
The Church of Scientology SPECIALIZES in confusing innocent people into thinking they are out-ethics and have O/W’s when they aren’t or don’t and then making believe the church and “everyone else” almost discovered this fact about the person to get money out of them as long as they can while the church “skyrockets” itself up the Bridge!
It is almost too real to be funny and true. But years of observance of this group has shown, this is the business they are in. 🙂
Oh, man, there was this theety-weetie chick back when Pulp Fiction came out who was so upset that John Travolta played a heroin-addicted hit man that she actually wrote him up! OMFG, fucking Scientology! She went on and on about how out-ethics he was and I had to choke back the laughter!
Wrote him up? To the church? It can happen. People do move up and down the tone scale. It can happen. 🙂
I’ve always loved hearing how frail and weak OT’s are. No, they can’t take J&D. No, they can’t deal with an entheta environment while working the upper levels. They need to be somewhere like the Sand Castle or out at sea. shielded from the slightest intimation that they could do just as well with an appropriately fitted computer at home that does freemiums, as they can in the Top Gun or Commodore’s Suite, listening to Hana-li and chowing at the Hibiscus. No, having someone try to talk sense to them fills them with horror beyond horror. How DARE they endanger the planet so? How awful they must be, and how filled with misery, cruelty, and dark designs! Good thing they’re only 2%…10%….um….something percent of the general public! Good thing that there are Guardians who can shatter their suppression with a single postulate, with a single intention! And if that doesn’t work, we have security guards, lawsuits….Nice and safe….
Heh I get that feeling daily living in Scotland. We don’t do safe spaces exactly, just football teams and tribal politics.
I’m a Scot, Wayward. And, according to my grandmother, bless her soul, we have a blood link to Robert Burns. Arrrggggggg….tis good to be a Celt!
I’m fairly sure we all do, but that is more likely due to contaminated ales! Though I tease my wife, who is Swedish, for being a stranger in a stranger land we have created a celt-viking hybrid who might improve on Rabbie’s record with the ladies. Lanky, blue-eyed bastard.
That’s ROBBIE, not Rabies…….ummmm…..I mean Rabbie’s. I like the Celt-Viking Hybrid, though.
I’m of Scottish descent on both sides of my family. One side traced us back to 14th Century Scotland, and on the other side my ancestors include a Scots-English great-grandfather who once tore the telephone out of the wall for ringing when he was having a nap.
Arrrrrggggg! Another Celt! I’m in heaven! And both sides of the family no less. Arrrrrgggg….tis good to be a Celt!
Aye, good on ‘im.
Hi The Dark Avenger, Great post.Yes my hubby Walter,Scottish on both sides!And there was much tearing of articles among the males of their clans when and if their routines were interrupted.I am always teased by him for not being thrifty enough with stuff.Since we are opposites I,doubtneitherbwill back down! Lol.Always
Guess what! I’m part Scottish! And I never knew it. Several of my family members and I, recently did the test for “23 and Me” company that does genetic testing – and I found out that I am a certain percentage of Scottish, Welsh, Irish, also German, Scandinavian, and French! That’s my European part, my ancestors apparently mostly came from these areas of Europe, although we’ve been in the United States for over a hundred years on both sides of my family.
It’s so amazing finding out where we come from, what percentage and the exact areas geographically. I’d recommend this for anyone wanting to know more about their ancestry.
What you do: they send you a vial, you basically add saliva (yuk) – I thought of something like limes and sour stuff so my mouth would water enough to fill the vial (TMI, I know, sorry) then mailed it back in pre-paid small box, it took 6 weeks for the results. You access them via website, they have maps of where your ancestors come from, percentages, mothers & fathers side, and let me know I have cousins and other relatives… but you can be totally anonymous and keep it private and don’t need to let anyone know anything about you whatsoever. amazing.
But I can say arrrggghhh! with Old Surfer Dude now… we’re probably 27th cousins once removed or something… it does go really in-depth in the results. :p
Hi T.J. Yeah! And don’t we all make a fine picture of Scottish Pride compared to the absurd Scottish promo pieces.Good to see your post!XO
Born and raised in Ayrshire, Burns country, heard the Bairds words from utero!
Another Celt! I canna hardly believe it! Clan member unite! I’m Clan Campbell.
I’m Clan Morrison
Aye, but your truly a lovely, Celtic lassie, justmeteehee.
My parents are from Paisley. And in response to LRH’s ‘great love for Scotland’ …. Scotland says ‘no thank you’
So, are you in favor of Independence? My cousins (still there) all seem to be.
I was over visiting just before the Independance vote and my rellies were split down the middle, I think with the EU results they will have another go at it.
I’ll never forget Grandfather Campbell telling me that we are directly descended from princes of Scotland – just like every other Scot in the world!
The students who stole the Stone of Scone were rooming at a relative’s place. They gave it back later. Probably.
Following Scientology has helped me recognise all these behaviours in what I thought were otherwise innocuous activities. We all watch Scientology and say ‘how can they not see this is nuts?’ but there’s only more of it on the outside. However the foods better and there’s always netflix.
Its true that the OTs appear fragile. Even the intimation that you’re going to disagree with the Co$ program or have some issue with Miscavige, etc, and their eyes widen in alarm while they try to keep their TRs in and find some excuse to get the hell away from you. I believe their dread is directly linked to their mandatory sec checks. A comm cycle like this complicates their case and their lives with increased sec checking – more length, time, money. Today I don’t wonder why they run away. I used to, though.
And the last question of OTVIII is….”Where would you feel safe?” The correct answer is “I’m here!”
Sitting at this cafe chair at Elm City grocery, I must be either pigheadedly stupid or blessed beyond all possible understanding to find this a non-question…
Thanks for mentioning hana-li, I looked her up. Interesting. I read where someone said she was a bit like Amy Winehouse, but to me she sounded more like Britney Spears, but… lesser. I watched her “Take a Girl” video on YouTube, it made me want to go to the gym and work out, lol. I couldn’t watch much of her more recent video, it’s mostly just a ‘words on a colored background’ amateurish video and it seemed like blatant propaganda for something… maybe CCHR? I guess she’s a Scientologist, but is the company called “hanali” also affiliated with Scientology? hanali says it is an “agency focused on sales enablement” that ‘helps businesses’ (and they spelled focussed in the UK/Canadian style with 2 ‘s’, not preferred U.S. spelling with one) and maybe it could be WISE-related, but I didn’t have time to look in depth (on lunch break) anyone else know anything about it? thanks! The things I learn here…
What? They didn’t write a KR? Off to ethics with them! 🙂
And the Ostrich sticks its head back into the sand. $ceientology is the butt of jokes everywhere and still the clams think they can fix every thing with a touch assist or drive the Psychs away with a march and some signs eschewing ‘psych drugs’. The blinders are screwed on very tight in the remaining clams. Thankfully, society and the media are providing WD-40.
In the early 70’s National Lampoon magazine ran a satire piece by the great Terry Southern. The story dealt with details both revolting and hilarious, one of which was a particular smell that would
“Send an e-meter needle thru the side of the god-damned box!”, unquote.
I was shocked and KR’d it to the GO.
Zeemoo, I’d love it if the psychs/docs/pols would quit the use of heavy drugs on children. It’s a vile practice and it *is* urged on by various drug companies.
I wish that they’d increase the use of heavy drugs on children, specifically narcotics, sedatives, or anything that would shut the little bastards up. Nothing sets me off like the sound of annoying children.
Espiando…. please. 🙂 could you try to increase your tolerance level… and look for the beauty in life and in people.. including children? well, we’ve all been annoyed by unruly, loud, misbehaving children now and then, for which I fault their parents or guardians for not making sure they are more centered, respectful and polite in society, in public places. but to condemn all children all the time instead of recognizing children are the future of our society and we need to show tolerance and even look for the goodness… ohhhhh… or maybe you were just being funny 🙂 that’s probably it, and i’m being a ridiculous dork in trying to lecture you about it. poe’s law? pshht. whatever, it’s friday! yeehaw. :p
Remember Espi, you were once an annoying little twit too. No reason for child abuse.
My mother tells me that when I was still in a stroller and she’d park my stroller next to another, if the kid in the other stroller started crying, I’d reach out and try to slap the other kid. It started early with me.
Hi Espiando, Well I was not exactly moon-light and roses either as a kid.In first grade on the playground a little boy hit a little girl,so hard she passed out.I broke his arm.XO
The writers HAVE to know that Prepon is a Scn!
Cee Oh Bee knows that any pressure he tries to put on her via ethics/sec checks and the like will only produce another Leah Remini / Katie Holmes style Scnexit. He can do NOTHING to stem the tide now.
The UK showed how it deals with a media style blitz convincing people that (the vote) would Bremain in the EU. So much for that. Change is underway big time for the cult.
Perfect timing for Him now that the summer event schedule is underway.
Yo Dave,
Even those that say they are coming to the events will no doubt be looking for any excuse not to. Watch for family crises, illnesses of relatives, weddings, sudden unforeseen events popping up, you know, the list goes on and on.
I’m sure Tom, John and Krusty had events that were more important than the opening of your SuMP to the world ………………… just sayin good buddy. Orange is the new Black ………. Dave.
Dave,
The SUmP is taking on the aura of your Test Center, devoid of people. Is there even anyone behind the guard booth tinted glass?
Nope. It’s all just a prop…..
DM has been “allowing” actors to play out ethics people and slime balls for a long time now. Case in point is Johnny Lewis, son of OT VIII, Class VIII field auditor, Michael Lewis and Power FSM Divona Lewis. Johnny had a psychotic break and murdered his landlord after killing her cat and then threw himself off of or fell off of the roof and died. He’d been having trouble with anger and assaulting others for a while before that. Michael Lewis, the dad, explained it to a few of his friends and acquaintances that Johnny played Half Sack on the show “Sons of Anarchy,” and that having to portray a psychotic criminal each week made his BT’s and Clusters copy it and start dramatizing it and that Johnny became the role he was playing. He said Johnny wanted off the show for this reason. I don’t know the truth of it all, and we will never know it, but I think that is what Michael told himself to make the horror of it less horrible.
Is that true? I hadn’t heard that before. Wow. Just, wow.
“…made his BTs and clusters copy it and start dramatizing it”?
Can these people hear themselves??There are no words for how absurd that is.
Yeah… I think it’s dangerous to try to make people believe they have a bunch of alien space cooties clinging onto them.. that they have to pay money to ‘blow off’….
I just think they take an average, basically happy person living their life… then make them think they are inhabited by all these bad things, body thetans or souls of dead people… it’s just too bizarre and basically harmful to a person’s psyche.
Something happened 75 million years ago? we don’t have history going back that far. where’s the proof? choose to believe this at your own peril. it’s silly. my advice: just be happy and live your life in sunshine and with love for all.
Michael and Divona were personal friends of mine, and I also knew and loved Johnny. Michael would hint this to people without using the terminology of “BT and Cluster” so as to not be out security. But he described the phenomena of becoming like the role you’re playing if you do it day in and day out etc. I think he was searching for some kind of explanation of why bad things happen to good people, especially people whose parents are high up on the Bridge OT’s. It was kind of like the item he gave himself to explain the bizarre occurrence of events that happened to a very able and smart kid. It was a shock to us all. As an aside here, Divona told me that Johnny had turned away from getting auditing himself after reading stuff on the internet etc. The good news is that they never disconnected from him and tried to help him the whole time. My kids, on the other hand, the minute they heard I’d read on the internet, were persuaded by their org HCO to disconnect. I give kudos to Michael and Divona for not forsaking their son when he went out of lock step with the church.
So Tom Cruise is still a gay vampire? (Interview with the Vampire)
What nonsense. By that logic Laurence Olivier and God knows how many other stage actors would become murderers, playing Macbeth and Othello and so forth night after night.
Cindy, when I said, “What nonsense”, I was not addressing your commentary but what Michael Lewis offered as the explanation for his son’s psychosis. Upon further reflection my words lacked compassion. The truth is that whatever explanation sustains a parent when losing a child is OK. When you’re trying to make sense of what is so awful and beyond belief – I get it.
I don’t agree with “whatever explanation sustains a parent when losing a child is OK”. The victim in this case was a helpless 81 year old woman. The murderer was an adult man. He killed her with his bare hands. She was as helpless as a 5 year old child. I
have no sympathy for him or his parents.
Here is an appreciation of her life:
I Was a Dear Friend of the Woman “Sons of Anarchy” Star is Suspected of Murdering
Hollywood legend Catherine Davis rented me — and many other actors — rooms in her home throughout her life. Johnny Lewis isn’t accused of murdering an 81-year-old woman. He is accused of murdering a saint.
TAYLOR NEGRON
SEP 28, 2012
An early ’80s headshot of Taylor Negron at 24, the age when he first moved in as a young actor into the “Writers Villa” run by Catherine Davis.
If you look at initial reports of the death of Johnny Lewis — the “Sons of Anarchy” actor and, as all the media outlets have made sure to note, the ex of Katy Perry — the name of the woman he is accused of brutally and horrifically murdering is not even mentioned at all.
Her name is Catherine Davis. And she is a Hollywood legend. A near saint.
And a kind and loving mother to so many, including me.
A writer, artist and entrepreneur, the media later explained her as an “elderly 81-year-old woman.” This could maybe be used to describe her bones.
Cathy Davis was a woman of astounding energy and clear-minded self-creation. The house she rented to accused killer Johnny Lewis — and to me, Parker Posey, Thomas Jane, Chris Parnell, Paula Poundstone, and so many others — was known to us as the “Writer’s Villa.” It is located in an affluent part of Los Feliz and was built in 1927 to resemble a Villa in Spain or Italy. The original bathrooms of Malibu tile still exist, reflected by the beveled mirrors in the medicine cabinet. Hand-painted pink. Turquoise and lemon yellow ceramic tiles are inlaid in the sunny staircase that is at the center of the house leading to a carved door that is always open.
Born into humble roots in Texas, Cathy made sure she got into UCLA and there flourished in that atmosphere of 1950s Los Angeles where endless possibilities and vacant lots and a lot of handiwork led to a dream fulfilled.
Marrying and having a baby, Catherine moved into what clearly was a dream house on that gentle hill. The marriage dissolved and the feminist movement took hold and Cathy became what I always called a “Sesame Street feminist.” Bold and colorful, simple, direct. Easy. She understood how to flatter men, but was never taken hostage. These were the women who raised my generation — equal pay for equal work. Independent with the smarts on their sleeves. This quintessentially modern California lady living life on her own terms, armed with only a stack of Sunset Magazines and 100-watt smile.
The ad I answered in The LA Times when I was in my early twenties, read “rooms to rent in Villa.” I went there to see. At this point I was making money from acting in movies and needed to settle down and start thinking about buying my own home.
“Well,” Cathy said in her pert Texas twinch, “you’re in the right place. I am a real estate agent, and we will find you something you will love.”
I liked that she used the royal “we.” Hollywood is usually more about “me” than “we.” I knew nothing about mortgages or equity.
“Your job is to be an artist, to tell jokes,” she told me.
I made Cathy laugh intensely. That is the greatest gift of all that I treasure.
When we make others laugh, the tension grinds away, and the moment is balanced. The “me” becomes a “we.”
Those of us, that fraternity that lived at the Villa, understoond that. They were the sum of our parts.
I took the room on the right upstairs with a large rounded fireplace and a view of succulents hemmed by aromatic sumac bushes. These native plants give off a slight aroma like gasoline. Clean and startling. Over time, I would move in and out of the Villa while Cathy looked around for my first home. She was quick to tell me I was home and that it was “my room … always.”
The door was always open, and soon I found that my boyhood friend Val Kilmer was living in one of the rooms, and there we had parties with serious actors like George Clooney and his then wife Talia Balsam. Paula Poundstone lived there.
Over time, I stayed in every room in the house and became a part of that household, made up of equally eccentric types that came to Lowey Road to stay while in artistic transit or retreat. Cathy was always catering meals for us from local restaurants and long after I moved out, I would attend these long dinners on her flagstone terrace where you would meet Dutch movie stars or violin soloists from Japan. Actors and writers put their best face forward as Cathy demonstrated to them that their dreams were not far from reach.
Her daughter Margaret Davis began writing award-winning books, biographies of prominent Los Angeles figures and families. Proud and pleased, we all were included in Margaret’s publishing events. This was her talent. Making you interesting and a specialist in your field.
Cathy, always the writer and reader, began writing her own historical biography on the “Life of Phoebe Apperson Hearst,” mother of William Randolph Hearst. She was working on the book in her room when she was murdered.
The screams echoing in the canyon. I play it over in my head now. Why was she screaming? No one will ever know, because now the players are gone. Was it because this creature tenant that had rented a room from her came in carrying her now dismembered beloved cat? The rhythm of murder is always different. It’s like the pre-death rattle.
The creature — Johnny Lewis — was one of the actors that Cathy rented to. She rented him my old room with metal casement windows that cranked open with perfect symmetry. That room was always dry, and when it did not smell of sumac it smelt of dirt — dusty grass-fed dirt.
The text I received the day she was murdered was chilling and all-caps: “TEXT ME ASAP.”
I did.
“What is it?” I was standing in that back garden of my apartment on West 82nd Street.
“Our sweet Miss Cathy has been murdered.”
The breath, the support system of all life is the first thing that changes when the utterance of death is heard. The breath increases. Rising in failed attempts to bring air to the brain to rectify the mistake that has been made in the hearing. Murder?
My ears “heard” that Cathy Davis was murdered by someone who was in her house. This was a few hours after the crime and no one was sure of what the motive for the crime was.
I scanned the Web and saw that the actor from “Sons of Anarchy” was dead. I did not read the article, as I no longer consider these people actors. Knowing full well that they came to Hollywood to be famous and party. To get DUIs and pay their anorexia-enabling stylists to mask the ravages of their marionette chains. They are boring people who say lines.
But this was the creature that is suspected of murdering my 81-year-old friend, and he lived in my old room.
The screams may have come from when Cathy saw her cat brutalized and torn apart. The screaming stopped when she was reportedly hit from above on the back of the head with a two-by-four.
She died with the freshly edited Chapter 6 spread out on the bed. Her coffee and cereal bowl untouched by the violence.
The monster with the cute face is suspected of then beating up the workers next door, pulling one painter off a ladder and hurting him.
The monster then allegedly destroyed all of Cathy’s art. Her hand-painted folkloric sculptures and Mexican Wedding candelabras that were used in the annual Christmas Decoration parties that we had at the Villa on the holidays.
The monster then allegedly destroyed all the mirrors in the house, and believing he could fly, jumped off the terrace and landed headfirst on the cement driveway where we all parked when we unloaded our luggage or drinks for parties.
Cathy loved parties more than anything. Not loud. I don’t remember music. Only talk and stories of people from other places describing new things and new places.
Then the monster’s head shattered. Like, I imagine, a rotten melon.
The monster was allegedly on a synthetic drug and was released early from a sentence for armed robbery with a weapon.
He called Cathy and asked if he could come home.
I know what she said.
“Your room is waiting.
“I will leave the front door open for you.”
Aqua, there you go….John Wilkes Booth explained.
Very funny RB. The bubble dwellers are so clueless they will pervert anything and everything to fit their reality.