I’ll preface it by saying I entertain myself during commercial breaks by mouthing off at the commercials, so this is what it looked like in our house on Friday:

Scientology: Curious?
Me: Really not. No.
Scientology: We thought so.
Me: Well, that was prescient of you for once

I can say with complete certainty that their ad didn’t help our particular audience’s view of the cult at all. The few people in the room who didn’t already know about Scientology were curious enough about the rest of us bursting out laughing to pause watching the ceremony to ask for a “what’s wrong with Scientology?” Brief.

Those of us in the know cheerfully obliged.

The banks were the money is kept would have to be in collusion with him, which would be remote at best. Faking forms doesn’t provide adequate cover for the crime, given the current electronic tracking of inter and intra-banking funds transfers. But given the hubris of many Scns, that’s not to say he couldn’t try. If caught, the Federal penalties are significant, with prosecution coming from a variety of agencies.

🙂 Yes, Richard, I’ve accepted my fate. I realize how I’ve been throwing myself down the chute. If one day, I find myself chopped in half and coated with olive oil and tossed into a pile of pasta, on someone’s dinner table, well, what can I say other than I pulled it in?

Nevertheless, I’m taking steps to turn this around. Forget Liability, I’ve just done my Treason Condition on the First Dynamic. “Know THAT you are”…a clam. A clam is what I am. And, whereas before this realization my life never made sense, now it does. Everything is falling into place because I’ve applied the proper condition..

I’m really looking forward to getting out of Lowers. Non E is going to be fun. I want to make myself KNOWN and find out what’s needed and wanted.

Aqua – “…oh, dear…” Laughter! See below in case you didn’t look back.

Be careful. Shit happens when you make golden idols. Think Moses.

I think THE GREAT MOTHER CLAM is a fantastic diety for a new cult…

Unless that’s been taken already.

Let us form a giant golden mother clam.
Each of you send me $50 a month – I ain’t messin around …
; )

He could just take the money and send out fudged/fabricated statement like Reed did. Thank you for your post.

Happy clams live by the motto, “Live for today, for tomorrow you may get eaten.”