Scientology
Requiem for a Mintonologist
Verily I say unto you, Bob has arrived in the news group of evil as a
freedom of speech advocate in search of proof that freedom of speech was
being trod upon. The Bob spent ten million dollars collecting proof that
this was indeed so. The Bob has done what the Bob set about to do.
STOP!! Bob cried upon his descent into the news group of evil. I AM NOT
GOD!! Neither I nor all my money can help you bring an end to the
Thing that is violating your freedom of speech! But Bob's followers were
busy celebrating victory and did not listen.
Fraught with guilt at no longer being free to speak, Bob pondered how best
to get his point across to his new followers. Slowly he came to a
difficult and uneasy realization. A parable. An example created from
real life, that shows not only that each of us, no matter how great we
think we are, are only one drop in the bucket, but that even money is not
everything.
Swirls of a mist assembled about the Thing that violates freedom of speech
and gathered force as it rushed toward the news group. The heralds of
darkness announced that Bob Minton was the Jesus Christ of the Critic
Cult. Bob Minton had done the equivalent, said the lightning bolts from
this mist, of revising the Sermon of the Mount to read that adherents
should now imbibe in pleasures of the flesh to excess and kill or slander
all those say otherwise: Bob had betrayed the freedom to speak.
The true believers did not listen to these words from false prophets,
instead the message of the parable dawned upon them and they realized the
truth at last. Bob is not God. In all his greatness he's no different
from the rest of us.
Joe Cisar, Xenu apologist
Media, read what made me Scientology Public Enemy nbr. 45, or was it 46?
From: Joe's Garage <swatron@hotmail.com>
Subject: Requiem for a Mintonologist
Date: Wed, 29 May 2002 15:19:44 -0400
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