After all these years it continues & this is still absolutely the most accurate & best description; o)

y’all know if you tell anyone what the rundown is after you’ve done the rundown, you have to pay the church $30,000 per each person you tell and even if that person tells more people. i’ve done it.

You asked for it!

DM dreaming and singing about Bill Gates being his latest catch:

If you were my bitch, man,
Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum.
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum.
If I had your wealth my man!
I wouldn’t have to work so hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If you were my biddy biddy bitch,
Idle-diddle-daidle-daidle man.

I’d build a big tall morgue with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine gold cross with real marble floors below.
There would be one long staircase just going up,
And one even longer coming down,
And one more leading nowhere, just for show.

I’d fill my bar with chicks and minions and sheep’s and ducks
For the town to see and hear.
Squawking just as noisily as they can.
With each loud “cheep” “squawk” “baaa” “quack”
Would land like a trumpet on the ear,
As if to say “Here lives a wealthy man.”

If you were my bitch, man
Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum.
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum.
If I had your wealth, my man!
I wouldn’t have to work so hard.
Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum.
If you were my biddy biddy bitch,
Idle-diddle-daidle-daidle man.

I’d see my little Shelley, looking like a battered wife
With a proper double-chin.
Being served rice and beans to my heart’s delight.
I’d see her losing her hair and walking like a zombie
O, what a gruesome mood she’s in!
Screaming at the four walls, day and night!

The most important men in town would come to fawn on me!
They would ask me to advise them,
Like someone that’s truly wise.
“If you please, Dear Davey…”
“Pardon me, Dear Davey…”
Posing problems that would cross a great man’s eyes!

And it won’t make one bit of difference if I answer right or wrong.
When you’re rich, they think you really know!

If you were my bitch, I’d have the time that I lack
To sit in my castle all day.
And have a golden throne in my toilet stall.
And I’d alter the basic books for the sheeple, several hours every day.
That would be the sweetest thing of all.

If you were my bitch, man,
Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum.
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum.
If I had your wealth, my man!
I wouldn’t have to work so hard.
Idle-diddle-daidle-daidle man.

I who sic the lions on the lambs
I decree I should be what I am.
It would fulfill my vast eternal plans
If you were my bitch, my man!

Awesome and Dramatic! Now I’m going to watch West Side Story over again.

Got any ‘Fiddler on the Roof’ as in If I were a Rich Man? I would love to see what you come up with.

Staying tuned…

http://www.powerofpyramids.com/pyramids-pyramid-energy/Mother-Ship-Sleep-System.html

I used to be a long-distance runner and ran races and a marathon. I went exterior while running and it felt so great! And this was before I ever found Scn. So whatever floats your boat is valid therapy and the old man even said so. So why not just do fun key-out things for free like Nickname mentioned? I’m thinking pizza and a good wine and a day at the spa, and and and…

Nickname, no apologies necessary as I’m not in the least offended, just puzzled. I don’t get the joke! I’ve never heard of “hollow pyramids” which hang over peoples’ beds.

Thanks Pepper. You just inspired a West Side Story rewrite!

When you’re a Bot, 
You’re a Bot all the way 
From your first Div 6 course
To your last dyin’ day. 
When you’re a Bot, 
Let them do what they can, 
You got sheeple around, 
You’re an IAS man! 
You’re never alone, 
You’re an upstat respected! 
You’re home with your own
Won’t be wog world infected, 
You’re well protected! 
Then you are set 
With a capital B, 
Which you’ll never forget 
As you shatter SP’s!
When you’re a Bot, 
You stay 
A Bot! 

When you’re a Bot, 
You’re the top cat in town, 
You’re the gold-medal kid 
With the heavyweight crown! 

When you’re a Bot, 
You’re the swingin’est thing. 
Little boy, you’re a man; 
Little man, you’re a king! 

The Bots are in gear, 
Our cylinders are clickin’! 
The Psychs’ll steer clear 
‘Cause every one’s
A lousy chicken! 

Here come the Bots
Like a bat out of hell
Someone gets in our way 
Someone don’t feel so well! 
Here come the Bots
Little world, step aside! 
Better go underground, 
Better run, better hide! 

We’re drawin’ the line, 
So keep your noses hidden! 
We’re hangin’ a sign 
Says “Visitors forbidden”
And we ain’t kiddin! 
Here come the Bots, 
Yeah! And we’re gonna beat 
Every last friggin’ psych
On the whole friggin’ street! 

On the whole! 
Friggin’–! 
Ever –! 
Lovin’–! 
Street!! 

Great point Iyawnalot. It is important to keep in mind that there are new people peeking out of the bubble and they need a somewhat “safe” place to get information and confirmation of what they already know to be true (for them). We all have different agreements on Scientology and what it has done for us.

There are some public in the church who are already under duress there and don’t need to be made a laughing stock or object of derision when they visit and speak out here. I think it’s important to let people have their say (pro or con) and if anyone doesn’t like it, they can skip over their comments like changing the radio or TV station. Allow people to come to their own conclusions, which they will over time anyway.

This blog has been a great source of information and support for me and I hope it continues and helps others out of the cult too.