Discussions about older issues of Scientology's freakishly bizarre conspiracy nut rag magazines prompted me to take a drive down to the Scientology business office on Colorado Blvd., Pasadena, California to see if I might ask for or purchase copies of their latest written conspiracy nut rants. (They're not half as good as Spotlight, I hear.)

As usual upon ariving I had a difficult time finding parking because of the large numbers of Scientology publics and staffers taking courses in this St. Hill size office. Walking in to ask the proprietor de jure for copies of magazines, I found myself having to wait for one of the extremely busy staffers to halt a course and come take care of me and my request, there being only minutes to spare due to the large number of publics and staffers waiting for courses and auditing.

What? You don't believe me? <laughing> Yes, okay, I'll admit we didn't finally find out where all 8 million followers are hiding. As with all previous visits we found the place utterly deserted. We walked in, picked up a "PURIFICATION RUNDOWN" pamplett which contains a lot of quack medical claims that the FDA really needs to punish these quacks for, and then called out if anybody was home. The echo took a while to die down and, standing just inside the business office, we got to observe a building filled with empty tables, empty chairs, empty office cubicles with the only sign of life being a video tape someone accidentally left running on a large screen television far in the back. Nobody was home but they left the door unlocked again.

We waited about half a minute thinking someone would come and help us with the magazines we wanted then we left disappointed that nobody was home as usual. One our way out we noticed there was a magazine stand outside but it contained nothing new that's not already in my paper archives of this notorious organization.

We observed -- and photographed -- an elderly homeless man push his shopping cart up to the magazine rack and grab a bunch of the printed stuff, push the shopping cart to the table outside of the hydroponics supplies shop next door, then sit down and apparently starting to read some of the conspiracy nut rants he just got. (The anti-psychiatry conspiracy magazines might do this old guy some good. Right.)

I have to assume that when the cult's followers report on "stats" for how many conspiracy nut magazines they hand out, they glowingly report getting their insane messiah's nutty notions out in public not bothering to report that the aged homeless apparently uses their magazines for firewood under the freeways at night when it's cold. And maybe running the video tape gets written up for Thursdays as well, "We played Way To Happiness to crowds 27 times this week, up seven percent from last week!"

We got photographs of the office through the windows -- which wasn't easy because of the glare and because of the plants outside but I think we got some good, clear (pun intended!) photographs of what it looks like inside. We'll post the photographs to a.b.s eventually. It's a shame that the photographs won't do the St. Hill size emptyness justice since the echos of the droneing video tape playing to an empty and worthless Scientology speaks volumes.

-- Insane nut rant at http://www.linkline.com/personal/frice
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Why did the Scientologist cross the road? - mimus
To slug Bob Minton. - Shydavid (See http://www.BobMinton.ORG/
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