I was out of options. I either had to succumb to their
demands or destroy them. I chose to destroy them. Who are they? Why the Church
of Scientology, of course.
What kind of church refuses to let a member leave? What kind
of church destroys a person’s reputation just because they want to leave? For
me, the church worked hard to keep me in the fold. I lost control as I entered
adulthood and that is something the church cannot stand. I tried; I really did.
But I could not follow the teachings of a guy named Ron who thought aliens
tossed evil beings, thetans, into a volcano that infest people. Can’t do it.
Before I could escape they captured and imprisoned me. Weeks
of solitary did not change my mind so they changed me from Samuel to June. They
did a good job; I admit that, but they ripped my life from me so I am fighting
back.
A Scientologist does know a thing or three about science and
I know how to make things go BOOM! really big. I planned on destroying the
heart of the organization. I rented a cube van and filled it with fertilizer
and diesel. I drove to the headquarters of the church and parked the van. I
looked up at the cross on the center of the building. What non-Christian church
does that? I set the timer and walk quickly from the scene. The explosion
should be large enough to take down most of the building. I want that
son-of-a-bitch Miscavige, the leader of the horror show and as many of his
freaks as I can kill.
Moments later, after I was well out of sight, the explosion
ripped through the afternoon breeze. Scientology headquarters is a pile of
rubble. That bastard never understood that when he made me a woman he also made
me a bitch and payback is a bitch.
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