Slappy will almost certainly flee, most likely to a South American country that has a non-extradition treaty with the US.
No doubt that safe houses have already been set up, complete with support staff from personal drivers to maids.
Slappy loves the power that comes from being a cult leader, but he isn't dumb (maybe a bit unsophisticated, but not dumb); when push comes to shove, he'll take the money. And he's got plenty (pardon the expression) squirreled away.
Kill himself? When he can still continue to live the life of a billionaire? I don't think so. When it comes to Scientology, it's always about the money . . .
The problem is that Slappy has gotten face recognition ... not so much as the head honcho of clamdom but as an indirect result of that ... those poking fun at him on the web. So yeah, he has inured the megabux, but, what to do with all that loot?
I remember an idea I had for a political cartoon when author Salmon Rusheee had a price on his head by the Islamic honchos he pissed off, the moolahs or the
I-a-smellahs or wtf they are called. He was holed up in a sleazy looking hotel room with an ancient black and white TV set, and a bed and not much else, and two or three body guards hanging around, each with those ear plug devices you see on the secret service dudes, and, with their jackets off, visible on each of them were holstered handguns and backups. The room, along with the cheap TV set, has cracked plaster on the walls, and no air conditioning as evidenced by the fact they are all sweating. There is all manner of trash in the room and overflowing wastepaper buckets, all from takeout food. There are open, half eaten pizza boxes all around. The body guards are stuffing their faces with pizza, along with Salmon Rushdee. There is a caption on the bottom, where one of the body guards is telling Rushee "Good news, Sal! Your book sold another hundred thousand copies last week!" The point, of course ... he is into some serious bux as an author, but what good is it doing him if he has to stay holed up in a fleabag hotel with no air conditioning and no company except the body guards. Anyways, DM could easily find himself in a similar situation or worse. And that is the lead in to my speculation on the final curtain call for the Cof$ before Mike and Marty step in for the slim pickings that will be left. It goes like this:
Everything is readied ahead of time, of course. Then comes a KoolAide party. That can only be held at either the int base, onboard the AsbestosWhiffWinds, or at one of the Church of Spiritual Technology archive bases, and there are a few of those. The KoolAide party could not be held at Flag or on LRH way. The KoolAide party would be a "you first" affair as far as DM is concerned, for the purpose of getting rid of all manner of problematic loose ends. Who ever doesn't drink the KoolAide will be made to drink the KoolAide anyways. DM's body will be found and identified, kinda sorta. But that will wrap it up for him while he is then given a new face by a plastic surgeon who will be either paid handsomly or shot or both. DM will, with a new face and new paper identity, relocate to someplace to his liking. Probably DM and his main squeeze. Or, he might prefer only his own company along with some high end single malt and an endless supply of Camel unfiltered cigarettes. I will admit ... when I drink, I definitely enjoy the better single malts, and when I smoke, Camel unfiltered are my smoke of choice since it is too difficult to get Galoise anymore, those wonderful stinky Galoise Brunes Sans Filtre that I used to love cocktailing reefer roaches with. Oh well, I am digressing ...
Bottom line ... if he wants to get away clean, he will need to get rid of certain people, stage his own death, and relocate under an alias. His face recognition will work against him, but he will need to have a handful of trusted accomplices ... to setup his new identity, get him a new face, move funds around, and ID his "body."
Pete
