Bea Kiddo
Crusader
Re: Top 100 Stupid Moments in Scientology
It's HH's thread.... so he gotta count....



How many Stupid Moments are we up to now?
It's HH's thread.... so he gotta count....




How many Stupid Moments are we up to now?




It's HH's thread.... so he gotta count....![]()
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Cross-Posted from BlackRob's thread (I have a Thetan who does things to my mirror and it's annoying. What should I Do?):
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That letter inspires a brand new slogan for the international Church of Scientology!
WE ARE SCIENTOLOGY
WE ONLY CHARGE $500,000
"Check out our free displays!"
For real...just got off the phone...which is psychotic...on this planet...
Wow, I got about a dozen messages from Scientology today. They must really be concerned about my Eternity. Thanks guys.
I better answer them so they can help me!
HCOB 27 Sept 1966There are certain characteristics and mental attitudes which cause about 20 percent of a race to oppose violently any betterment activity or group
THE ANTISOCIAL PERSONALITY THE ANTI-SCIENTOLOGIST
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Crime and criminal acts are perpetrated by antisocial personalities. Inmates of institutions commonly trace their state back to contact with such personalities
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Well-known, even stellar, examples of such a personality are, of course, Napoleon and Hitler. Dillinger, Pretty Boy Floyd, Christie and other famous criminals were well-known examples of the antisocial personality. But with such a cast of characters in history we neglect the less stellar examples and do not perceive that such personalities exist in current life, very common, often undetected.
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When we trace the cause of a failing businesswe will inevitably discover somewhere in its ranks the antisocial personality hard at work.
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In families which are breaking up commonly find one or the other of the persons involved to have such a personality.
5,581 so far.
But, we're still only on "The Basics" section (Science of Stupid).
Kindly remember this about the future of the Stupid Thread...
"I'll not always be here on guard. The stars twinkle in the Milky Way and the wind sighs for songs across the empty fields of a planet a Galaxy away. You won't always be here. But before you go, whisper this to your sons and daughters- 'The [STRIKE]work[/STRIKE] cult was [STRIKE]free[/STRIKE] stupid. Keep it so'."Oops, 5582.





Exactly! 
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REF: The moment of stupidly "declaring" popular actress Leah Remini to be an "SP".
Now, there's something that would be very good for the media to run with. How about a headline stating:
SCIENTOLOGY DECLARES BELOVED
ACTRESS TO BE EVIL LIKE ADOLPH HITLER!
Then, articles can quote liberally from the HCOB "The Anti-Social Personality", noting that Scientology's paranoid rants (called "declares") claim that "SPs" like Leah are criminals and mass murderers.
They may also wish to note that on the absurd claim that SPs are "the cause of a failing business", Scientology regularly drives its member to personal and corporate bankruptcy by coercing them max out their credit cards and hand over all their hard earned money to the cult in order to not "lose their eternity". [ref: Bankrupt multi-millionaires Matt Feshback, Richard Acunto et al, who lost their fortunes and companies to the cult]. By way of example, the "SP" Leah Remini donated over a million dollars to Scientology to achieve "Total Freedom", paying $300,000 alone for a 2-3 month stretch of spiritual counseling to find her "crimes" because she dared to ask where Shelly, her friend and David Miscavige's wife, was.
Compounding the madness, not only does Scientology claim that SPs are a "psychotic" mass of seething evil that dooms the planet, they imagine that SPs like Leah are the cause of "families which are breaking up"--even though it is Scientology that feverishly tried to use disconnection policies to break up Leah's own family.
While the general public is unlikely to fully appreciate the nuanced psychopatholgy of Scientology's fair game attacks on its critics and own former parishioners, it should prove nearly impossible for them to avoid the radioactive contamination from our favorite planet saving church's "Leah is like Hitler" buffoonery.
Have I mentioned recently that Scientology destroys everything in its vicinity including itself?

And slave labor serves cheese cubes and Ritz crackers at the biggest event in the history of the galaxy!"Business failing"? Org's shrinking, members going bankrupt, staff get no pay, lawsuits, Private investigators - bad press...all symptoms of a failing business..uh, I mean "cherch"
"Families shattered"? Disconnection...SP Delcares straight up and vertical...
This is Scientology ^^^!![]()
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And slave labor serves cheese cubes and Ritz crackers at the biggest event in the history of the galaxy!.
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Exactly!
Somebody hook me up to a lie detector and indicate my FN, because I just realized something kinda big:
Scientology declares war on people!

And slave labor serves cheese cubes and Ritz crackers at the biggest event in the history of the galaxy!.
Really, that IS kind of big!
The media should be made to understand this because it really is the truth.
And this is not a "Stupid Moment". It's deserving of it's own thread.
OK, just in case I ever need to know for future reference, what IS the proper thing to serve for the biggest event in the history of the galaxy? :confused2:
(hopefully it includes chocolate!)![]()
Good stuff?
(probably a silly question)






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Bonjour Karen,
here is the text of a mail going around in french area, I am sending you French version as you speak French but now I received English version forand english speaken people ?
Freightening !!
Cher Scientologue,
Je suis dérouté. J'ai l'impression qu'il est probablement inutile que j'essaie d'expliquer....
Original text in English
Dear Scientologist,
I am at a loss. I feel like it’s probably hopeless to even try to explain.
I’m so blown away that I struggle to find the right words. I’ve nearly given up even trying to convey the emotion of the event. It was too powerful…too personal.
I may let you down on this one. It will sound like a hollow sales pitch or strained hyperbole. How do you explain the emotion of triumph? How do you explain the nuances of hope? How do you convey the intimate details of your own personal sense of love, honor or inspiration?
Can you explain your feelings when you got married? Or when your first child was born? Can you honestly describe the thrill of personal victory when you graduated?
I can no more describe a summer sunset or the smile of your baby than I could the emotion of today. These can’t be conveyed. They can only be experienced. When you can look in the eyes of someone who has gone through it, you know: THEY understand. They’re the only ones who can.
Yet, I will try. In an attempt to ensure that every last soul who I can possibly reach does see these events, I will try. And so…I write.
As we filed into our seats in the huge white tent, I looked up at the rows and rows of lights and scaffolding across the top that seemed to go on forever. The magnitude alone made me realize how many of us there really are.
They just kept streaming in wearing tuxedos and formal gowns. You could hardly believe that people would keep arriving, but they did. And once again the 6,000-seat tent filled to capacity. I don’t know if there were other viewing areas to accommodate more people; I just know that this tent was PACKED.
The lights dimmed three times signifying the event was about to start and a cheer went up amongst the crowd. You could tell people were excited. After last night’s event, how could they be anything but? They had just seen a watershed moment in history—something they never expected to see. Yet here there was another entire event tonight! Talk about anticipation…. And then COB RTC took the stage and the event picked up right where it left off from the previous night.
Within the first 15 minutes I was crying.
Literally crying this time, I hate to say it—not just moist eyes. It’s funny that I worked so hard to hide it at the time, as I stood there cheering myself hoarse, yet I freely confess it now. I’m not a crying person. I’m not a softie. Yet, there I was…crying.
But the truth was, I was actually blowing charge. I was NOT. STUPID. Goddammit! I was NOT just dumb. It wasn’t ME! Oh my GOD, I can make it. Oh my GOD!
One of the first videos had just unveiled a new release that was very personal to me: Something I had struggled with; something that had given me a very hard time. And yet here it was—mystery dispelled, totally solved, totally beautiful.
I turned to look at my wife. Her mascara was running. Tears were streaming down her face. It is hard to describe the truly spiritual moment when you look over at your partner in life and get that she is having the exact same experience you are…and that all our plans are about to change forever.
We were going to make it—us.
Yet, that was the beginning, not the end. One after another, groundbreaking Earth-shattering revelations washed over us like waves. This wasn’t an “event”—it was an auditing session! We were blowing charge. The string of correct indications just kept blowing away false data and introversion that had accumulated over several decades.
Calm knowingness and understanding set in. No wonder these trainees could get through so fast! I probably could too! We all could. It wasn’t a stretch. It made total sense. How could it be any other way? Totally logical. A peaceful happiness settled in.
Forty-five minutes later I was out of my mind.
This time I was literally screaming. Not “cheering,” but totally-shocked-lost-my- composure-blown-away SCREAMING in awe. I couldn’t imagine anything this lifetime that would ever make me react like that. But then again, I couldn’t imagine what I was seeing.
The event had gone in a totally different direction than I had ever expected it would. I had been happily following along, elated that I was now going to be able to make it, happy that my org was going to fulfill its mission and excited about how fun my job was going to be…and then I really got the true whole track nature of Scientology.
Guys, we are in the right religion. For a moment I caught a glimpse at how big this whole thing really is and I realized that this really is the most important thing on my whole track.
The crowd went nuts. I mean crazy. I mean psycho. It was off the chain! People were screaming. They were cheering. The floor started to rumble from thousands of people stomping their feet.
None of us expected to see what was being released, not even my Senior C/S—and he had been in all the closed-door briefings beforehand. This one thing made everything else possible. It was thrilling. Beyond surreal, it was one of those few times in my life where you really couldn’t believe your eyes. If you had told me it existed I wouldn’t have believed you, but now that it was here in front of me…well, I scarcely believed it still. And yet there it was.
You won’t believe it. I still hardly can fathom it. Soon, however, it will be real enough.
It’s a new Scientology, guys. Ron’s Scientology. The Scientology you always hoped for and wanted. It’s here. And it’s ours. The finale of the event was really what drove this home to me. The final video was almost like watching a dream. It was everything I’d ever hoped we could be—better than that, actually. And that’s where I lose my words.
I just can’t explain it. I would have to describe each part of it and it’s too much, too powerful and too huge. I can just tell you this: the crowd gave a standing ovation for 10 minutes.
I’m not kidding. For 10 full minutes we cheered. People stood on their chairs. They were stomping the floor. We clapped and screamed and whistled until our hands hurt.
COB graciously acknowledged the crowd and they would start to wind down. And then it would start going again. Just as people were finally seated, the cheer would start up—and then, once again they were on their feet. Over and over.
It. Was. Epic.
I just want to say one thing before I go. I have been hearing about “the release of Super Power” since I was a little boy. There had been decades of talk about this day that would arrive at some point in the future. It had been built up into this monumental victory where we would solve everything, where the future would be blindingly bright and where planetary clearing would finally be within our reach.
I wasn’t disappointed.
With Love,
Matt Hanses
ED St. Louis Foundation