COB RTC David Miscavige was in a state of rage and anger as he read the Knowledge Report on the filthy conditions at the Complex.
This group of buildings in Hollywood is often colloquially referred to as “Big Blue” but that is not the point nor should it be.
The real point here is that Complex is the embodiment of Scientology in Sodom and Gomorrah, that wasteland of excess and pornography that is Hollywood.
As he read the KR in his hands, COB realized that the Complex was filthy and that no one there was wearing the janitor hat. This particular sentence in the KR leapt out to COB:
COB slammed his fist down on his big desk at in the Author Services International building just up the road from the Complex. He immediately ordered his entourage to assemble and go with him on a surprise inspection of the Complex.
COB was going to slam in Ethics on the entire Complex!
Faces would be ripped.
The guilty would be RPF’d.
Donations of cash for sec checks would be extracted from all publics who happened to be present as every one of them had obviously went PTS to the filthy restrooms, this as proven by the fact that they were not flushing!
These lazy publics did not look, did not evaluate the existing scene for themselves, but had rather dubbed in that “all toilets and urinals have sensors so I don’t have to flush and can therefore ignore my my meat body excreta and go right back into session.”
After COB had spent millions and millions of dollars on renos for the Complex, Scientologists could not even be bothered to flush the toilets.
They might as well have slapped COB right in the face!
COB’s motorcade pulled up unannounced into the horseshoe at the Complex.
COB’s Sea Org Swiss Guards — a remnant from his days as the “Almost Pope” of the Catholic Church — stood at attention in their Sea Org security vehicles. COB wordsmith Danny Sherman was also present in his gaily colored yellow Cadillac convertible as part of COB’s motorcade. The entire scene bespoke the ecclesiastical grandeur of COB RTC David Miscavige:
COB had come to the Complex to do a surprise inspection and personally look into this matter of dirty restrooms.
COB would get to the bottom of it.
As Mr. Miscavige walked into a small man’s restroom with his entourage of thirty Sea Org members and a few wog lawyers, one and all were assaulted by the vile stench of suppressive urine that had pooled in an unsensored urinal.
COB was aghast and began screaming and flailing as if to hit someone, anyone. He turned to leave, but his entourage had too quickly rushed in behind him to see what COB was screaming about.
The small dirty man’s restroom was filled with squirming bodies packed in too tightly. There was a commotion and shoving.
Profanity-laden screaming and fistfights broke out as pandemonium ensued!
Someone yelled “HCO Bring Order!” into the hallway and into a walkie-talkie. Instantly all hands, dozens and dozens of people, rushed into the small dirty man’s restroom to bring order.
The fighting and general enturbulation went on for at least fifteen minutes as people were screaming that the Psychs were raiding, or had raided, the Complex.
After many beatings, recriminations, and engrams order was restored.
However, COB had disappeared!
(To be Continued)