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L. Ron Hubbard was no Bill Shakespeare, but here’s some of his early playwriting anyway

[L. Ron Hubbard in 1932]

Our tipster who pores through old newspaper clippings sent a message this week, barely concealing his glee. He said that scans of The University Hatchet were added online last year going back to its founding in 1904.

The Hatchet is the student newspaper at George Washington University in the District of Columbia, a school that Scientology founder L. Ron Hubbard attended from 1930 to 1932. He left after his sophomore year, and never got a college degree. But while he was at GW as an engineering student, he got up to numerous extracurricular activities, including flying gliders and writing for the Hatchet.

In an earlier story, we found an assessment of Hubbard’s final year at GW in an investigation by the FDA:

In September 1931 he was placed on probation due to grades. On April 23, 1932 he was issued a warning relative to his grades in mathematics and physics. A math instructor indicates on a probational report that “failed make up in analytics, failed calculus flatly. Work throughout term was weak, also failed final exam. Apparently loafing. Polite, talkative, but weak student.”

Just a few weeks after getting that warning, in the May 24, 1932 issue of The Hatchet — 85 years ago this week — Hubbard had a short play published in the Hatchet’s literary review.

We hadn’t seen it before, and it doesn’t appear to be online. So we thought we’d reproduce it here to get a sense of 21-year-old Hubbard’s playwriting.

We’ve already seen that by the tender age of 16, Hubbard was getting press coverage as a young man who had traveled to exotic locations in Asia, and who had big thoughts about what he’d seen in the Philippines, China, and Guam. And here, some five years later, he’s still mining those travels for a one-act play set in Qingdao, the name today for the former German colony of Tsingtau (or Tsingtao, as the beer has it). The play’s backdrop is the Chinese Civil War, with the Kuomintang nationalist ruling party as the heavies (Hubbard spells it Kuomingtang).

If the Chinese Civil War seems unlikely as material for a DC college publication, maybe that was its charm. It certainly has the whiff of adventure that Hubbard would turn into a living a few years later writing for the pulps. And hey, it had won a contest. Hubbard was getting noticed for his writing, even as his college career was going off the rails. So with that in mind, prepare to travel to exotic Tsingtau…

 

THE GOD SMILES
By L. Ron Hubbard

(The God Smiles is the prize-winning play in the one-act play contest sponsored by the Review. The staff wishes to express its gratitude to Mr. Baker and Mr. Shepard of the English Department and to Miss Brown of the Public Speaking Department who acted as judges; likewise to Paul Pearlman who kindly donated a book to be given to the winner of the contest.)

CAST OF CHARACTERS.

DIMI: A White Russian girl, a cafe hostess.
ALEX KONRAD: Late officer of Chang-tso Liang. Also a White Russian.
TAING: Tyrannical provost marshal of Tsingtau for the Kuomingtang Regime.
TING-KAI: Head of the Tsingtau district and warlord.
WU: Manager of the Wai Cafe.
SCENE: A blizzarding night in Tsingtau, China; the private dining room of the Wai Cafe.

The Northwind is tugging at the windows of the private dining room. Three doors lead into the room; one on the extreme left to the main cafe, one at the back left of the stage which conceals the back stairway, and a closet. At the right of the scene, two tall windows are flanked by full-length curtains which drag on the floor, stirred by the wind. Three candles stand on the table, flickering.

As the curtain rises, Dimi is seated at the table smoking a cigarette and gazing at a locket which hangs from her neck. She is dressed in the high-necked, embroidered costume of the sing-song girl.

Dimi is startled by a knock on the door. She tries to hide the locket, but before it can be restored, Mr. Wu throws the door open and walks into the room. He is excited.

WU: Dimi! Comrade Taing of the Council for order will be here in …. (gruffly) What is that in your hand! (Breaks the chain of the locket as he snatches it. Gazes at the picture) How the Russian becomes fascinated by the amulet of death. Little caring whose head she invites to the executioners basket. You spawn of pigs! Where did you get this picture of Alexeyitch Konrad?

DIMI: (Who has thrown down her cigarette, stands) Perhaps the Comrade Taing forgets the minor decencies associated with gentlemen. Because I entertain your fine guests, feed them wine and smooth their ears with honey so that you can escape the tribute to the Kuomingtang, is little cause for your obvious ownership. The locket please. (Holds out her hand) —

WU: (Placing the locket in the palm) But Dimi, my heart. (whining) What would I do if these fools should rid you of that beautiful head. Am I not good to you? Do I not suffer for you, plead for you? What would I do if you were taken away?

DIMI: Pay your tribute, I presume. You were about to remark on Comrade Taing.

WU: Yes, yes. But my heart, my lily, please let me destroy that locket. It is death. Perhaps even for me. Please allow me to carry it away from your throat. Even now they are plodding through drifts and fighting back the cold to find him. Even to utter the name is flowing life. Today, alone, more than two hundred heads dangled freshly hewn against the wind. Every telephone pole by the market is decorated to its fill. The executioner possesses arms of tireless metal. He would think nothing of the severance of that wonderful head. What an ignoble way to die.

DIMI: No. You would rather have me rotting here under the blood stained hands of the Kuomingtang. Comrade Wu, it is sometimes better to die for an ideal than to live for a pawn. I know they are hunting Kon. I know where they hunt. But they will never find him. No, not they with their wine thickened brains. Tonight, my Kon is leaving China forever.

WU: (Startled) You are going? Oh….

DIMI: No. I am not going. With your paltry remittance there was barely enough for one. He leaves at daybreak in the “Tana Maru.” Ha! He is even now making off with the Comrade Taing’s launch. What fools they are, these Kuomingtang!

WU: Ah, my heart, for a moment I felt that I would die. But if he is deserting you, give me the locket. It cannot serve you anything but death. Have you forgotten that last week saw you before the council? Give me the locket so that we both may live.

DIMI: A locket which you might use to betray me? No, Comrade Wu, I am used to the nearness of death. I have slept with its icy fingers near me since the first day of the revolution, ten years ago. Nothing seems real any more but death. But I choose to bear my own cup. And Kon is akin to luck in your beggared jargon. (Lights a cigarette and walks to the window) For once, the wind has served me well.

(Comrade Taing strides into the room, snow falling from his fat shoulders as he removes his coat)

TAING: Happiness. Ah, we have gaiety and laughter. Go get me a bottle of your best wine, Wu. Hurry. (Exit Wu) What is the thing which buzzes your pretty head, blossom?

DIMI: (Turning from the window and gazing at Taing) The storm, perhaps. I do not like the wind.

TAING: Nor I! Nor I! By all that is hellish. And for hours I, the great Taing, have struggled through drifts with a company of soldiers searching for that eternally damned, three times damned renegade.

DIMI: Then you have news of him?

TAING: Who? If you mean this father of pigs, Alex Konrad, NO! Tonight he is gone, but this afternoon, he walked the streets of Tsingtau. People saw him! The streets of Tsingtau in his grey coat and rebel cap! Ah, he shall pay for flouting the dignity of the Council for Order.

DIMI: More labor for the executioner. I had thought you were exhausted of boxes in which to case the grinning heads.

TAING: Ah, Dimi, you are possessed of the talent for making a smile. No. (seats himself at the table, wearily Dimi sits across from him) No executioner shall touch Alex Konrad. Oh no. I shall do it with these hands. Ah what a pretty spectacle he shall make. What a beautiful bit of raw flesh. Death by a thousand cuts, Dimi. Do you think that will serve?

DIMI: A cigarette? (Lights it for him) You love your work, do you not?

TAING: Ah, that I do. The best provost marshal in all China. Think of that! Word has come from the commander in chief to the north, and even he remarks it. It must be so. Two hundred heads! Think of it? Two hundred heads, Dimi and all in one day! It is wonderful.

DIMI: And each one will repay you a hundred fold. I hope you will not wait long for that reward.

TAING: Oh no. I shall not have to wait. The treasury is bursting with money. The merchants have been very kind. And so have we. Indeed we have. They are allowed twenty-four hours to pay their tax. After that, they are put aside painlessly. Ah yes, the Kuomingtang is of good heart.

(Enter Wu with wine which he places before Taing)

DIMI: Are you really so set upon apprehending this Konrad?

(Wu shoots Dimi a warning glance and hovers in the doorway)

TAING: What are you waiting for, Comrade? Dimi, Alex Konrad is the greatest menace abroad. Until I have the extreme pleasure of hacking his body into bits, I shall scarcely eat.

DIMI: Then perhaps, having great respect for your welfare, I had better tell you where you can find this Konrad.

TAING: (Halting glass in mid air) WHAT? Why didn’t you tell me this before!

DIMI: You recall the little yellow hut on the polo grounds? He will be there tonight until daybreak. I have it of a coolie.

TAING: (Pushing himself to his feet) Then I go. Soldiers are waiting for me downstairs. I shall get this renegade tonight. (Throws glass to table where it shatters. Gazes at it a moment) A sign! Such is the fate of those who bow not when Taing speaks. (Picks up coat and starts for the door) But wait! It is the devil’s own walk to the Polo Ground on a night such as this. Are you sure?

DIMI: Very.

TAING: (Places handle on doorknob) Then I go! Tomorrow I shall be back. If you are right, I shall reward you, but if you are wrong… No man can long hide from the great Taing. Nor a woman. Good night, my heart. I promise you a box seat at his execution.. (Exit)

DIMI: A good voyage to you, Taing, and may the snowdrifts enfold you. (Slouches to the window and gazes out) It is too much to hope that Kon might have placed a trap for you, Comrade Taing. Too much to hope. (Lights a cigarette and sighs) For once the wind and snow will aid instead of hurt the ones I love. It will drown the sputtering exhaust of Taing’s launch. It will hide the grey figure of Kon from these devil’s children. It will make impassable the drifting highways. And the morrow to find the TANA MARU putting to sea and placing Kon in safety. After that I shall breathe, and wait until word comes from Manila that he is safely landed and in funds. Ah, for that I shall live, and kiss the bald heads of these fools the Kuomingtang, to sip their liquors and breathe the poison of flattery into their inflating ears. Blow, you wind, and snarl out the…. (there is a knock on the door at the back of the stage. Dimi stares a moment and then creeps toward the door, laying her hand upon the knob. From her stocking she draws a thin knife which she holds poised. She jerks the door open, disclosing a muffled figure in grey. Dimi throws up her arms and drops the knife.) KON! (Throws her arms about his neck.)

KONRAD: (Stepping into room and disentangling himself with a chuckle) How have you been, sweetness? Got anything to drink? It’s cold as hell out there.

DIMI: (Suddenly sober) Why didn’t you go, Kon? Why didn’t you leave while you could? Just a moment ago, Taing was here with a bloody curse for every letter in your name. I sent him out to look for you.

KONRAD: Interesting. Where did you send the old ghoul?

DIMI: Why, to the Polo Grounds where you spent last week. He took a squad of his soldiers with him.

KONRAD: Whole squad, eh? Well, well, they have a very pleasant surprise awaiting them. (Takes off his coat with Dimi’s help and throws them upon the sofa) I put a potato masher grenade on the doorknob. Heh. All they do is pull, the release unwinds, and zowie! we are no longer interested in Comrade Taing. I thought some of them might call. Good joke, isn’t it? This Taing’s champagne? A beastly mess he made of it.

DIMI: I wish you’d gone, Kon. I feel that this is the last. Taing smashed that glass there, and mumbled of its symbolism. I’m afraid.

KONRAD: It has been the “last” for us so many times, little one, that I thought you would be getting used to it by this time. (Pours out a glass of champagne and drinks it. Lights a cigarette.)

DIMI: Why did you come back?

KONRAD: Maybe I was afraid I would catch cold in all this snow. Listen, Dimi, I’m ashamed of you. Really I am. Thought I would run off to Manila and leave you here to face the music. All for the want of a few paltry dollars. It’s the same to me whether I eat, sleep, live or die. You know that, or at least ought to. I’m ashamed to think that you would believe me the type of chap who would leave his only girl just to save his own worm-eaten hide. Tears and a brass band, Dimi. And what the merry hell are we going to do now? How much money have you?

DIMI: Enough for a small bowl of rice. You have about three hundred in gold, haven’t you?

KONRAD: And the exchange is about two-eighty. Maybe it will be higher tomorrow. That’s what comes of voting with the wrong machine gun. And the slight difference of blue and black. Each turning the other red. How much does old Wu keep in that strongbox downstairs?

DIMI: Oh, Kon! You wouldn’t take that chance.

KONRAD: Why not? (Draws an automatic and balances it in his hand.) There are about eight guards down there and seven shots in this pistol. Maybe if I knew some higher mathematics, I could spread them around.

DIMI: There are more than that. I have seen them this very evening.

KONRAD: (Crushing cigarette) Well there’s no use waiting here for the gods to smile. Come, we had better go together before anyone should take it in their head to call. Get your coat and a bag. We’ll try to stretch the three hundred.

DIMI: (Walking across the room to the closet) All right, I’ll be ready in a moment. Ting-Kai might come.

KONRAD: He is the head of this district isn’t he? Worth a few million, too. Better take the heaviest coat you have. It’s cold as hell. Ugly brute, this Ting-Kai. Have you seen him often?

DIMI: Tried to make love to me last night. Just a minute, I….

(There is a knock on the door. Dimi throws her coat onto the closet floor and closes its door. Kon glances about for a place to hide and dives behind the window curtain where he is completely hidden. Dimi opens the door.)

DIMI: Why yes. Certainly. Very well, thank you. Some wine? I just opened a bottle for you.

TING-KAI: How did you know I was coming?

DIMI: Oh, I saw you from the window, of course.

TING-KAI: Odd. In fact, very odd. I entered by the back door. Well, never mind, never mind. I have a question to ask you. (Seats himself at the table and pours out a glass of the champagne) You certainly are drunk if you drank all that while I was coming up the stairs. But never mind. I have news. Great news for you. (Smiles and pats Dimi’s shoulder) Tonight I have moved into the old German residence at the top of the hill. The large one with the huge doors. And tonight several merchants kindly offered their wares that I might equip the mansion free of charge. Nice of them, was it not?

DIMI: Yes, yes, very nice of them. (Her head flickers toward the sofa. Kon’s cap and grey coat are lying in plain sight. She stiffens)

TING-KAI: They offered their wares; I have a house. But I have excuse for neither one. Understand, lily?

DIMI: Oh yes.

TING-KAI: Then you will come? Then you will live at the German house? Ah, it makes me very happy. Of course, it took me some little time to decide. There have been rumors, you know. Rumors about a certain rebel and yourself. But I am very great now, and the very great are too mighty to believe the rabble. Still, to make sure of your continued loyalty to me, I have captured Alexeyitch Konrad.

DIMI: What?

TING-KAI: Oh, do not let it so affect you. Tell me, are these rumors the tidings of truth?

DIMI: No, of course not. You have captured him?

TING-KAI: Perhaps not exactly that, but a short time ago, I received word that a patrol had been tracing his movements. Vile wretch, that Konrad.

DIMI: They traced him?

TING-KAI: They were but a few minutes behind him when I last heard. But a mere block from this cafe. Of course, however, you have no connection with him. None whatever.

DIMI: But why should I? I scarcely know the man.

TING-KAI: Then you have seen him?

DIMI: Oh, let us forget these petty bickerings of your war. You spoke of a house. (Glances first at the curtain and then at the cap and cloak on the sofa. She shifts uneasily in her chair.)

TING-KAI: Below there is a guard of a hundred men. They are to safely escort you and protect you in your new home. You will go, then?

DIMI: Ah yes, yes, but not tonight.

TING-KAI: What! Not tonight? But I had planned for days, I had slaved to….Why will you not come with me?

DIMI: I…I am not feeling as I should. (Lets her eyes jump from the curtain to the sofa again)

TING-KAI: Oh, but you must come. You will be so happy with me that you will …. Wait (Stares at cap and cloak) Wait! What is that. (Jumps to his feet and snatches them up) There is something wrong about tonight. I felt it when (Rips out the band of the cap) Alex Konrad! (Stares at the band) Alex Konrad! Where is he? (Shakes Dimi, violently) Where is he?

DIMI: Don’t! Don’t. (Buries her head in Ting-Kai’s coat.) He has gone. But he is coming back to kill me. Help me! Help me, Ting-Kai.

TING-KAI: Where has he gone. Tell me quickly.

DIMI: To that… Wait, I will point out the very place from the window. Come! (Pulls Ting-Kai between herself and the curtain.)

(Kon’s hand shoots out, grasping the muzzle of his gun. Strikes Ting-Kai on the skull and throws back the curtain to watch him melt to the floor.)

DIMI: Thank God!

KONRAD: Thank yourself. Neat tap, wasn’t it? I guess his coat ought to fit me, hadn’t it? About the same size.

DIMI: (Kneeling over the unconscious Ting-Kai) A bag of coins. (Tosses it to Kon)

KONRAD: And heavy! Several hundred here. (Thrusts it into his pocket)

DIMI: And here’s a sheaf of papers. Good.

KONRAD: (Catches them and pockets them.) Identification and official passes. Better haul than I ever hoped for.

(Kon walks to the closet, picking up Dimi’s coat and bag. Throws the coat around her shoulders, and then picks up Ting-Kai, carrying him to the closet. He shuts the door and dons the Chinese’s wraps.)

KONRAD: Pretty good fit, isn’t it? (Pulls fur visor down over his face) From now on, we are Comrade Ting-Kai and wife. That is until we get to Manila. (Opens the closet door and throws the grey cap and trench coat over the unconscious figure.) Just the right touch of irony. All set, Dimi?

DIMI: All set, Kon. I mean Comrade Ting-Kai. All out for Manila!

EXIT
CURTAIN

 
GodSmiles

 
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Bonus items from our tipsters

Rod Keller told us that the new Copenhagen “Ideal Org” was coming, and here it is all ready for Saturday’s grand opening. Prepare for a David Miscavige appearance, Danish friends!

 

 
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  • Lousy Ratatouille

    “Never regret yesterday. Life is in you today and you make your tomorrow.”
    This would be an inspiring quote for an ex-cult member. This quote is familiar to many an ex-Scientologist:
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  • Barbara

    The story was pointless. I see nothing in it except lies, deceit, imitate another for personal gain. Didn’t use language that would have been indicative of the time, etc. I’m not an arts critic but this was awful.

    • ze moo

      As Leonard Pinth Garnell would say:

      “Stunningly bad!”
      “Monumentally ill-advised!”
      “Perfectly awful!”
      “Couldn’t be worse!”
      “Exquisitely awful!”
      “Astonishingly ill-chosen!”
      “Really bit the big one!”
      “Unrelentingly bad!”
      “Rally socks!”
      “There… That wasn’t so good now, was it?”

      • Liberated

        Can’t believe you brought up Leonard Pith 🙂

      • Barbara

        Perfect!

      • Robert Eckert

        George Bernard Shaw, to Winston Churchill: I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend—if you have one.

        Churchill replied: Cannot possibly attend first night; will attend second—if there is one.

        • daisy

          They were both masters of the quip

  • I’m no proctologist, but L. Ron Hubbard was the biggest asshole I’ve ever seen.

  • gibbs slap

    L. Ron Hubbard was no Bill Shakespeare

    thats the understatement of the year…. as he was….. a failed scifi writer…. who only wrote one book that was even readable….. and travolta ruined it in that failed movie…

  • WhiteCentauress

    Troll shoop deleted at Tony’s request

  • GrangerFX

    “L. Ron Hubbard was no Bill Shakespeare”
    You don’t know that! He wrote enough that we could finally put the room full of monkeys idea to a test. Unfortunately to find out, you would have to read everything LRH ever wrote. Somewhere in the middle of some lecture or directive, you could find Romeo and Juliet.

    • Robert Eckert

      “It was once believed that a million monkeys banging on a million typewriters would eventually produce Shakespeare, but today, thanks to the Internet, we know that this is not true.”

  • nottrue
    • Shivani33

      Gop Nut or Pot Gut? Jack is getting forgetful.

    • The only way I can see Top Gun 2 working is for TC to play a legendary, but ageing, pilot who guides a young (and charismatic) Protégé past his immaturity and setbacks to realise his true potential (think Harrison Ford in the new “Star Wars” films and the “Blade Runner” sequel, but with a bigger part).

      That’s not going to happen, because TC will want a ‘star vehicle’ for an ‘action hero’ and will want it to be all about his character and won’t risk being upstaged.

      It will be interesting to see how they present a man of TC’s years as a jet fighter pilot with lighting-fast reflexes. Credibility is going to one of the first things to eject.

      I didn’t get the original film at all. It came over more as a series of TV advertisements that had been stitched together by a desperate editor – not a coherent narrative.

      • pluvo

        Maybe it will have a touch of Space Cowboys and Sullenburger (who landed flight US Airays 4915 on the Hudson) regarding the experienced hero who teaches the young pilots or has to take over in a critical situation.

        • The question is, will he be able to play his age or is the fact that he seems to have had a lot of cosmetic work a sign that his part is going to be unbelievable – and unbelievably funny?

          I suppose this depends if he’s producing it himself, or whether it has to get the green light from investors.

          Probably not – but the No3 ‘Big Being’ certainly deserves to be led to a flop by his vanity.

          • pluvo

            I guess he will play his ‘improved’ age with all the superiority and “good guy” manner. Not really physically the old guys like in Space Cowboy but their superior ‘knowingness’ and experience.

            • vaguely_succinct

              It’s nauseating to see Cruise on television, grinning his big goofy grin and telling an interviewer, “It’s true!” He thinks this sequel is some kind of big event rather than what it really is: a last-ditch effort to stay relevant.

            • Which won’t work, because one of things that made “Space Cowboys” fun and endearing was the way in which the actors embraced their years and sent themselves up.

              Scientologists do not do self-deprecation nor humility.

  • Vaquera

    L. Ron Hubbard was no Bill Shakespeare.
    Sooo, Oxfordian theory?

  • Rasha

    O/T: Improvement continues for Rasha’s oldest brother, and therefore there is comfort, despite his being pissed off at having to sit there for days on end…. He may be States away, but family is unconfined.

    Otherwise, Rasha has a big dinner party to prepare for on Saturday (see cryptic note 6 days ago), so I’ll be away having fun planning for friends and family next day or so. ^_^ Gotta go clean the house. Y’all be good *wink*, and take care of each other.

    …oooh… a bottle of wine….. Night, Bunks. <3

    • chukicita

      Sweet dreams! Enjoy la famiglia!

      • Rasha

        Muy abrazos!!! (Corazón aquí)

    • daisy

      So so happy to know he is improving , Crankiness essential for motivation to heal .

      • Rasha

        ^^^^^_^

    • Kestrel

      Good news! Nothing says “things are improving” like being pissed off at having to sit there…

      • Rasha

        XD

  • Whatever

    Look at that! Just since yesterday, the “Perplexing Tale about Bob Duggan…” post has moved up from 6th result to 5th result!

    Search, click on Tony’s post, repeat! The more people that do this, the higher it will move.

    YESTERDAY:
    https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/d43a0dc29361cb1b7d855948ce3179f0afe0cb63025af501738a6be832283eac.jpg

    TODAY:
    https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/653c0a9a0db117ec54acb0c7e18b30200f809503209727d464675475f7707e3b.jpg

    • WhiteCentauress

      It’s #4 from top now.

  • Rasha

    Okay, It’s after 8:00pm EST, so I’ll leave this…

    Hahahaha…. you thought it was Perfume……

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvD3CHA48pA

    For your Bangers out there in the Bunker…… Night, all. *mwah*

    • flyonthewall

      is this that one girl from Perfume’s side project?

      • Rasha

        Yuka-chan? I can see that.

    • Gus Cox

      J-Pop cracks me up.

  • The cross of the religious cult in the game Far Cry 5 is similar to the Scientology cross.

    https://twitter.com/IndieScieNews/status/868265171302711297

    • sizzle8

      Ouch!

  • flyonthewall

    Zack, if you are reading this, please put out a solo album soon. Thank you

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLishDbwy9c

  • WhiteCentauress
    • balletlady

      And the Raven said to Hubbard….”Nevermore Scientology……whew, that’s heavy man!

      • WhiteCentauress

        You added a lot to that thought….😂💦👍

      • Puget Buckeye

        Instead of “tap tap tap” it’s tick tock tick tock.

    • Gib

      actually, your shoop should state ” Message for Everyone: I Failed” as Chuck Beatty always points out the final chapter of Lawrence Wright book and Marty book.

      I wish all ex’s and present time members would get the memo. But I know from experience he failed, I don’t need another to tell me, but coming from so called authority of the Hubbard, I wish and hope others get the message.

  • Davka

    I just can’t bring myself to read it. Life is too short – I must waste my time on a more worthwhile time waster, which is practically anything.

    • Liberated

      That’s exactly what I said.

    • balletlady

      I started reading it and I got a headache…raining out so I couldn’t take a walk….I made Lasagna, and then I made Eggplant Parm…..headache gone, bellies full, then we all took a nap.

    • Puget Buckeye

      Like, oh I don’t know, organizing your Tuppereware?

      • Davka

        Now that actually, is not a waste of time! I really do need to organize it!

  • Gus Cox

    Turgid prose.

  • Observer
  • Tony Ortega

    John Alex Wood and Gemma the Twit are paid propagandists for Scientology.

    It is pointless to argue with them.

    And it’s pointless to shoop them.

    Please just stop.

    • daisy

      I agree it is pointless to argue with them but With respect what is the point to shoop anything but for the enjoyment of all of us. Is there something that furthers the COS in some way ?

      • Tony Ortega

        It’s punching down, and I hate it.

        • Tony Ortega

          Shoops can be clever, and shoops can educate. But I hate shoops that are simply cheap shots, and lately they’ve been getting pretty thick around here.

          • daisy

            ok

          • pluvo

            Thank you. I wanted to comment on it already in the last days and it is bothering me since quite a while but I didn’t want to get declared a spoil sport for criticizing Joking&Degrading.

        • WhiteCentauress

          I have deleted the rest of them. Will not post any more here out of respect for you.

    • WhiteCentauress

      Okay. I deleted the one today. Should I delete all of them?

      • daisy

        I like them.

    • TexasBroad

      When they leave, I hope they leave together.

    • Supper Powers

      I usually appreciate folks following them around and correcting them in front of those who the duo attack. It seems useful to have fact checkers help those who don’t know as much.

  • ithilien

    LRon lizard person. Look at that face. Corrupted.

  • Mrs. B ( noseinabk)

    The kid was forced to watch a Tom Cruise movie in her German class. She texted me with questions about the movie asking about TC and his involvement with the cult. She didn’t believe me at first and thought it was a joke that he received free labor.

  • There’s an epic Indies vs. Thoughtful Exes flame war over at Rinder’s place. There are some really interesting exchanges and great reasoning from the author of today’s post, but the two Indies weren’t having any of it. The posts were getting so long that Mike finally had to ask them to stop. Politely. Then, firmly. Thee times. And they didn’t. I could just see him getting his “disappointed dad” look (I think he has a great one) and walking off shaking his head.

  • Vaquera

    This one’s for Pan. Thanks for your dogged research.
    (Though hopefully, by now, you are head to pillow)
    https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VPTdSYTLA10
    Bonsoir mes amis.

    • ExCult.Jan

      Nominated for Bunker Top Hits juke box.

  • TexasBroad

    https://youtu.be/K5aVRDE_Qno
    Just because it made me giggle

  • Lousy Ratatouille

    Tory wishes everybody a Happy Memorial Weekend. This is the beginning of a series about Scientology Front Groups and introductory traps. I was happy to see a new video by Tory and I’m looking forward to Tory’s next video. I also liked reading the comments on YouTube.
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-tpUM0WBCU

  • richelieu jr

    Oh my godz, am’I dying to mount a production of this little High School masterpiece.

    It really does seem that Hubbard was sort of fun Rosen emotionally about the time he left HS And Montana, keeping that adolescent sense of Adventure! The Frontier! The Sea! etc, as well as the pouting, passive-agressive se se of having been cheated and wronged by the world.

    One half expected him to yell at the IRS, “You’re not my Father!” and then stole off and slam the door to his room.

    It also pretty much put PTS the lie to the idea that it wash his great speed of writing (typing?) for the Pulps that forced him into such a florid, over-written style of prose.

    Kid was just a shitty writer. He needed to stay in school and find a good teacher to edit and form him, Tom push against instead of just exploding in all directions and tying himself in knots.

    Can we put together a Kickstarter top produce this?

    And someon ends to get the rights, pronto, or di it so it is de Laredo Public Dolain, or OSA will add it to their Bible of Bilious Stupidity, Plagiarism, Rationilasation, Ayn Rand (another teenager in arrested development) Fantasizing, and Tizle Wasting on an Epic Scale.

    • Ann B Watson

      Great comment Richelieu jr, love the idea of Ron does High School Masterpiece put on stage. Passive – aggressive fits him like a glove. 💓

  • bixntram

    Happy Holiday weekend, everyone. I’m finally able to post here again after som frustrating problems with Disqus. The photo of a young Hubbard in a pith helmet says it all. Even at that age his countenance was evil, smarmy and reptilian. No surprise there.