Under the kitchen at big blue is 4 foot high crawl space that allows access to all the drain pipes from the (approx) 1400 sq ft kitchen above. Back in the 80s when I was 15 and on the RPF, the RPFs job was to clean the crawl space. Most of the drains leaked because the estates staff refused to go down there, so the floor would be covered in 1/2 inch of fat, food and water from the steam kettles.It was very hot and humid because most the cooking was done with the massive steam kettles, and it was very common to get burned on drain and steam pipes. This also made it a great home for the namesake (rats) and there far more numerous little friends, cockroaches. When we went in, the rats would leave, but the roaches would sit there, watching you. And not little roaches, these were 2-3 inch long palmetto bug monsters; millions of them covered the floor, walls and ceiling of the crawl space.So we would go in there with nothing but a hose, brooms, rubber gloves and flat furniture dollies to roll around on. And we had to stay in uniform, so if you were unlucky enough to be doing this in the summer, you were in shorts and t-shirt.
( Unedited, and excerpted from a recent posting to ESMB by “Charles Carmichael” ).

The kitchen at Big Blue is thus a perfect allegory for all of Scientology:

Whatever “ideal” veneer the Church presents, just remember that inches below this veneer are rotting grease & scraps, rats, and millions of cockroaches.

Scientology: It’s always worse than you imagined.

Thanks. Unfortunately, the article on the classic blimp couldn’t be sent. The file for the magazine was too large.

tia(at)misstia(dot)com

It was easy, but I’ll have to send you the complete magazines. What’s your email address?

Looks like LRH and the guy next to him have the same hands, so I guess father too.

There’s plenty to keep the species going, even if I didn’t toad taxi, I just have a huge sense of responsibility towards them because they are headed towards MY yard to MY little ponds. And they were probably born in my yard. So I feel responsible for their well-being, as much as one can be. One of the most joyful toad experiences I had was last year (2014) I actually saw a couple toads dig their way out of their hibernation holes! It was spring and the toads were doing their trilling and I heard it coming from the yard (not the pond) and I went in search and I saw leaves moving and I watched and out the toad dug himself, trilling the whole time. I believe he was answering the other ones “I’m coming I’m coming give me a minute.” Then he hopped off and I saw the hole was about 8″ deep. I watched a couple others dig their way out too. It was awesome to see! I think being around nature, furbabies, birds, toads ;), etc can be so relaxing because none of those things make demands on you, nor causes you anxiety, they are THERE, they’re a constant you can depend on, a reassuring anchor in a way…..definitely the best therapy!!

If it’s EASY for you to find, if not, then thank you for the offer! 🙂

I personally would leave Jesus alone to not inflame Christians . I try not to offend without good reason , and just because I can is not good enough for me .

But you are free to phrase that however you prefer.

It’s a tricky one. I love to turn things around. Birds fly, fish swim. dogs bark and clams shut up.

Uh…I have a standard of non degrading behavior I try to not go beneath. I have led a life with very different stages and behaviors . Some I have intentionally made a point to no longer practice . If I still did some past behaviors I can assure you it would be quite unpleasant.