Too right mate

Thanks Cindy.
Very interesting how the NIMBY stance was in place.
I think the interviewer should have instead asked only folks who had immigrated to America legally and become US citizens. I will bet each and every response would be “they need to do what I did because I respected this great country and would never do anything to harm or burden it. No, I came here to contribute and help make it even greater.

Oh, BTW; there is a provision in the Immigration and Nationality Act that forbids immigrants who are “likely to become a public charge”. This barrier says a lot about how only self sufficient, productive and honorable folks should be welcomed. Not what we seeing flooding across the border.

No truer words were ever spoken. Dennis Prager did a story
about a guy interviewing mostly west L.A types about
immigrants. Of course all the interviewees said that they should be allowed in because America is a melting pot country and it’s what we’re all about.

So then the interviewer asked them if they’d be willing to
host a family of immigrants in their homes while they get established.

Guess what the answers were: 1) Oh no, I just have a 2 bedroom
apartment. 2) The government should pay for them. 3) I wouldn’t be able to do that. (no reason given) All typical NIMBY hypocrisy. (Not in my backyard.)

Thank you my friend. Just wish our government would “grow a pair” and truly do something about it.

But seeing all the illegals storming our border and being allowed entry our government has shown how useless/worthless it truly is.

Thank you for blowing the whistle on the church’s visa fraud, Glenn.

Those were the days and my life is going well.

Hi. That recruiter was probably a girl named Analisa, or something similar. In 1988 I was the Captain Flag Crew. In 1990 I was was running the renovations and construction when we were completing the new building at the Sandcastle. I wore the white uniform while holding both of those jobs. Glad you never got pulled in and you are still free to do what you want. I hope you are doing well these days.

Matt, you and I have never met, but I saw you on TV and instantly recognized you.

I used to sit across the street from the Fort Harrison (1986-1989) on a bench in front of the Gray Moss Inn and read sometimes. I would take a break from reading to look up now and then. When I did, I saw you dozens of times walking to or from the Fort Harrison, in a white uniform.

I always wondered who you were, if you were OT, what your job was, would I ever meet you, but here you are. And the stories you have to tell about the Church of Scientology are more or less what I expect to find out about them these days.

If you remember (maybe) when I arrived to Flag in June of 1986, when there was a renovations project at the Fort Harrison going on? 6 Week contracts were available with room and board, and an allowance for public people. At the end of the 6 weeks a bonus of $3,200.00 was credited to any public person’s Flag account that had successfully completed a 6 week contract and helped to renovate the Fort Harrison.

I got involved in a conversation with a Greek woman at Flag who was brought to Flag from Scientology in Canada. She was a recruiter for the project. She told me herself, she has no passport, because OSA has it to try to get her a green card. I did not understand why OSA needed her passport to do so. The only person who can apply for her green card is her.

I was taken aback by her and thought to myself “Excuse me, lady? But this 6 week’s project is just not for me!”

It explains most of the reason why I felt (when I was talking to many Scientologists I met along my journey), that they were “not really there” and why I had such a hard time “finding my place” in the group.

A person cannot get better with a group of people who are daily committing heinous crimes. Especially in New York at the org that was there since the campaign against Paulette Cooper came right out of that church which I was public of and later staff at.

Looking back, I am amazed I was that blind, but relieved to know now, that such a period in my life is over, for good.