Rtapdancing in no man's lande: FCDC circa 1970
Really? *facepalm*
I think he'd go "Dianetics is a steaming pile of mind-fuck. Too bad so many have tried to make it work."
GBS was not an idiot, suspecting what he might have thought is sort of meh imho.
(and yes, I have waded my way through a goodly portion of Hubbard's turd-fest~
my experience does not invalidate your experience
your experience does not invalidate my experience
i don't know when or where you engaged dianetics. in dmsmh ron promised dianetics could turn idiots into morons. and if you walked into an org full of morons i can assure they would not have walked into the joint in the first place if they weren't idiots. peripetetic nerds indulging their natural proclivity for creative incompetence skewered by a smattering of policies ergonomically designed to induce a form of stupidity not found in nature frosted by a skillfully executed transcription of the passage from the zimmerman telegram reading "at midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew come out and round up everyone who knows more than they do"
hey. i've got plenty of my own venom for CoS. i got three sons i haven't seen for more than thirty years and the firstborn was dead four years before i was told of it. but he and i are both beings and i was desperately trying to breach the wall between us as he fought leukemia. it was the action by my erstwhile jackass brotheriinlaw greg wilhere who sealed the deal on the blockade. and never mind my own selfpitying pigwallow. planned parenthood in riverside took CoS to task for marching a string of young women through their abortion mill. you know. the people who offered free abortions when the bottom fell out of their production stats after 9-11 called americans to conscience and we came. this about like having joseph mengele complain about the way you treat the hippocratic oath.
but...
exempli gratia:
a week or two before mystic recruited me for fcdc staff i was up in cambridge one night at the home of one of my ace henchman's fellow ironworker. they were in the kitchen drinking beer and talking shop and i was in the living room with the fellows blond and buxom italian hausfrau. she expressed some curiosity about dianetics so i ran the old fifties group process "infinite space". when she opened her eyes she rolled her baby blues at me and with a beatific smile said "a few years ago i had electroshock and ever since my head has felt stuffed up. now it feels clear." knocked out a major chronic somatic infamously inflicted using scarcely more breath than it takes to scatter aloft tha parasail'd seeds of a ripe dandelion.
no.
i would no more flush tech down the crapper than betray our constitution, deny the nazerene or tip the yankees to the hand signals of the redsox third base coach.
gee og, i dunno. if dianetics didn't turn the trick for you have you tried a couple grams of liberty caps? they grow in golden gate park and i can introduce you to a native guide to help you pick them.
my regards to groo. he must be very proud of his young man.