WHAT ARE YOUR CRIMES?!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPol_m8wm8Y

Poor little clams. Snap, snap, snap!

Matt, I've lived in Richmond for a few years and have seen the transformation of that property. The first time I actually saw any people in the house, they were moving in boxes of files and books and sitting around a table in folding chairs. You know that primal brain function that warns you of proximate danger (Spidey Sense)? Well mine was humming. I didn't know the place had any affiliation with Scientology until recently. Every time I've walked past that house, the spine chills I tell ya.

What I find more troubling is their little cult school out in mcminville. Who knows what the hell they're doing to those kids.

http://www.delphian.org

It's registered with the Oregon Department of Education and is part of the Chamber of Commerce for christsakes!

Or how about this hotel out in Ashland that's placing some book by that kook L. Ron Hubbard in every room for their guests?

http://www.mailtribune.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080224/NEWS/802240334

It's really interesting that they don't admit that they removed the sign because of a zoning complaint. Deception is the overall theme of their entire operation and always has been.

Do Scientologists try to ply new recruits from the poorer segments of society with things like free food and housing or do they only cater to the already wealthy? Are there Scientology soup lines?

Do Scientologists entice you to an island and for one night fulfill your wildest fantasy but not in the way you thought it would be fulfilled?

And even though that really ticks you off, you realize the Scientologist was right and you were wrong and you learned a valuable lesson?

They cater to everybody, but really like the celebrity type as they're good marketing (big deal, works for PETA and others too)

I would not have one problem with these people if it weren't for their constant coyness and demand of money for their "services". I, in my my wandering ways, have looked to many religions for comfort and have never had one, save Scientology, demand cash to save myself from myself. Nor have they offered any explanation as to how their supposed treatments work and they become highly defensive and accusatory when questioned about it. Many people criticize them but very few of them have actually gone forward with their "programs" like I have.

I remember in the early nineties there were a ton of Dianetics commercials on TV, so I bought a copy and read it and it just didn't make any sense. It seemed designed to get you to come into one of their centers or something, and I just never really got into it. Later, their people on the street just seemed really creepy to me. Mormons don't even creep me out like that and they creep me out.

City Commissioner Randy Leonard told me that going against zoning in this manner is equivalent to "running a gas station out of your house."

Leonard's bureau of development services would close it down, however, it only responds to actualy complaints. And as a journalist, of course, it's not my role to initiate one.

The, er, public would have to think it warranted complaining.

Hmm... If doing this is like running a gas station out of your home, then it would stand to reason that they should not hold the tax exempt status that the church currently enjoys then should it?

Re: Delphian, see this thread about Tom Cruise's kids.

www.missionofportland.fsm.org

This, of course, does not work at all.

This seems to be the "mission". Even the damn website photos make it look like it's not a true residence.

re Delphian: While spending some time at a local bar in downtown Willamina last week, I happened upon some colorful locals and enjoyed a few pints of beer with them. I asked what the prominent building in the hills to the north was, and they informed me that it was a Scientology school. They regaled me with tales of playing against them in high school sports, as both Willamina and Delphian were 1A schools at the time.
One day during a baseball game, according to one Willamina local, one of the Delphianites were beaned in the nose by a fast pitch. His teammates immediately circled around him and began a light whispering chant. A faint glow emitted from the circle, and then the injured player disappeared--right there behind home plate.
My new Willamina friends had lots of stories about the Delphianites, but they got less and less believable as we kept drinking more beer. Millworkers, you know.