From hubbabubba@hell.hades.edu Tue Jul 11 10:21:25 BST 1995 dennis.l.erlich@support.com wrote: > >"L. Ron Hubbard" : >El Tubbard: >>Son, I've decided to nominate myself. > > First of all I'm not your effing son. Second, you can't > nominate yourself. Third, you have never posted any of your > own Droppings to ars. We had to do it for you. Yup. Done a damned good job, too. Don't blame you for being pissed off. Me and the Poodleboy have messed with you and yours for years, and believe me, I'm just beginning to pay for it now. I'm responsible for fucking up millions of lives, and believe me, I'm paying. You should see the cell they got me in here. Hell, you should see the size of my pus-ridden asshole these days; and they don't use it for the same things I used to use it for. Plus, I'm look at myself in a mirror all the time. Have you any idea what I look like without a fucking nose? I still disgust myself, and I've been looking at it a good many years now. >>To make sure I qualify, I'd send a donation to MoFo, if I could do it >>from here in Hell. > > Money won't by you peace. I don't hold out any hope for peace. Shit, so long as poodleboy and the goon squads are out there raking in the cash, my torment increases. All my freckles were already infected; then that putz posted that AIDS cure scam on AOL, and they started to turn into K-S scabs. Trust me, I don't expect peace. In fact, I have to count on you guys on ARS to ease my pain. I can't do it. I fucked up big time. The Big Guy Upstairs takes that "Thou shalt have no gods before me" business seriously, and the crew here at the Karma Center really gets off on enforcing his intentions. They'd do fucking fine Sec Checks. Shit, you think RPF was bad? Add hot pokers and screaming meemies, take away endorphins, and then do it all to slowly rotting flesh that heals and rots again. And the SMELL!! Even without a nose, it's worse than the worse rice n' beans byproduct. I'd rather be eating from the fucking Apollo's head than eat the shit they shove in my mouth here. Man, if I'd only been telling the truth about exteriorizing; I could use some of that right now. Anyway, I've been granted this brief period of lucidity to pass something along to you. I don't want to waste it. Since those pricks have got that asshole Cooley leading the assault on you, I figure that soon enough, you'll be collecting a nice chunk of change from the RTC. They will try to fuck with you, and it's going to be a long, hard fight, but it looks like Morrison and Foerster have the dedication and the sense of humor to stick it out, if you will. And you got friends there, real friends, who you never met most of, but who will stand beside you to the end, as long as you want them to. So I'm begging you, take this shit to the limit. My only hope of relief in this hell-hole (and I am being precise, for a change) is for you guys out there to totally dismantle the Orgs and stop that fucking racket I started from messing up any more lives. It won't get me off, but at least it will stop adding more tortures to my eternity. (The Big Guy ain't gonna let me reincarnate this time. I'm stuck here.) The more damage you do up there, the better off I'll be down here; so fuck 'em good. When you see Poodleboy, and you will, tell him they have a condo reserved for him right next door to mine. It will be good to see him again when he R2-45's himself. Oh, and tell Koos he's full of shit. Now, back to the eternal torment...