By Ian Rennie, sung to 'Winter Wonderland'Shiny belt & booties doing L Ron's duties we look such a sight in Clearwater tonight walking round in Sea Org uniform
In the Org, it's lonely 'cause there's 4 of us only the others have left or been RPFed walking round in Sea Org uniform
In Clearwater, we'll avoid the picket Running from a lady with a sign we'll Confront by hiding in a thicket then we'll get on to Davey boy and whine
later on, if you wanna we can plant marajuana frame Jesse with glee 'cause he's LMT walking round in Sea Org uniform walking round in Sea Org uniform walking round in Sea Org uniform
From: barbz <bwarr1@cox.net>
Subject: Deck the Halls
Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2003 08:51:31 -0800
Message-ID: <3FE1DB13.70705@cox.net>
By Chris Leithiser
Deck the halls with L-Ron's pictures Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la Don't break one of L-Ron's strictures Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la Take this grey-rag-gang referral Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la, la You're in RPF now, squirrel Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la
See the brightly decked-out flagpole Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la Frank exhaustion firms the soul Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la Follow circles without measure Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la As you dance at Davey's pleasure. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la
Wear that rag they say you've earned Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la Dwell a while on bridges burned Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la Mourn your life as you did plan it Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la 'Fore you chose to clear the planet falalalala, la la la la
From: barbz <bwarr1@cox.net>
Subject: Hubbard the Red-Haired Writer
Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2003 08:53:18 -0800
Message-ID: <3FE1DB7E.3090208@cox.net>
Another gem from Chris:
Hubbard the red-haired writer Had a very sleazy grin You'd know if you had met him It mostly came from rum and gin All of the other writers Used to laugh and call him "hack" They wouldn't give him trophies Named to honor old Gernsbach
Then one drunken eve-en-ing Ron was heard to say: You can keep your cent-a-word I'll start a church and milk the herd Then how the money rolled in And he shouted out with glee "Hubbard, you crafty bastard you'll smash your name in history!"
From: "Jeff Jacobsen" <cultxpt@ev1.net>
Subject: Dashing Through the Snow; SO on the loose
Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2003 17:35:48 -0000
Message-ID: <vu3pbkea54o7c4@corp.supernews.com>
X-User-Info: 64.48.202.133 64.48.202.133 cultxptDashing through the snow trying to get away. The OSA goons are running fast it's not my day today.
To the RPF I'll serve my time for now Gang-bang sec. checks, rice and beans; for now I will kowtow.... oh!
Love L. Ron Love L. Ron Love him all the way. A billion years, I'll sing these cheers. 'cause here I'm force to stay. Hey!
Love L. Ron Love L. Ron Love him all the way If I protest there's an inquest so I'll praise him every day.
* * * * * www.lisamcpherson.org
From: Zinj <zinjifar@yahoo.com>
Subject: Oh Little Base of Hemet's Gold
Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2003 10:21:28 -0800
Organization: BadCo
Message-ID: <MPG.1a4b9004244431bc989b0f@news2.lightlink.com>
Oh Little Base of Hemet's Gold So near the desert's blight Beneath the foothill's majesty The prison farm of fright
Yet razor wire pointing inwards Keeps your thetans true Though OSA watches on the screens Your Tech holds us like glue
Oh Elron Source of liberation Warn of Psych attack You'd rather see us dead you say Than fail to hear our ack
We'll praise you with a chinese drill And disconnect from mom Lest Davey order ethics in We'll never fear to harm
Zinj -- Scientology® - Deliberately killing no more than 0.5 percent of its members since 1953
From: "Feisty" <sunny@skytoday.com>
Subject: Let'em Blow, Let'em Blow, Let'em Blow
Message-ID: <pE4Fb.13866$aw2.7593926@newssrv26.news.prodigy.com>
Date: Sat, 20 Dec 2003 23:09:09 GMT
(sung to the tune of "Let it Snow")
Oh with stats down these days it's frightful and the web is all insightful and just cause the stats are low let em blow, let em blow, let em blow!
The pr shows no signs of stopping but the webhits are really shocking so when there's no raw meat to show, let em blow, let em blow, let em blow!
How they like it when they walk away! when their life is no longer a stat, and their money will be safe again!
Oh, the volcano is slowly dying And each year there's more goodbying So as soon as you'll just let go Let em blow, let em blow, let em blow!
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