God Hates Me

So anyways, My skeptic group, the IIG in Hollywood, had their monthly meeting on Saturday May 21, and several of us decided for fun to visit Hollywood/Highland after the meeting and a nice lunch at our favorite Thai restaurant. Nothing big, just some fun signs, some clothes to spread on the ground. No big whoop.

So we all head down there, some by car, others by subway. As I drive down, I go past the “Longsign” building scientology has on Hollywood Blvd and McCadden, very close to Hollywood/Highland. It has been pretty much empty for years, and is basically only used for “stress test tables” and the “L Ron Hubbard Winter Wonderland”.

I was hoping to see a stress test table, but instead, just saw homeless people chilling out:

Also a new sight…their lot is empty. It usually has 2 large cargo containers.

I do not know what was in them. Perhaps PC (Pre Clear) folders, other records, or the props used to construct the Winter Wonderland. Either way…they are gone now.
I would be curious as to why. Also, there is plastic on the inside of the main doors. Normally, it is just opaque glass with the scientology symbol etched in.

So that’s cool. I like the idea that people will associate scientology with bums and empty buildings.

~~~~~~~~ Well, getting back to the rapture thingy. I drove past the area we were going to meet in order to park, and what do I see but 2 scientology Stress Test tables! And the other skeptics knew that this would be the perfect place to set up shop! Awesome.

I meet up with the others after parking and was told the scientologists had told my friends that we couldn’t set up near them. LOL. Do they really think that kind of crap works on wogs?

So we set up with the clothes and the signs. This was a busy day in Hollywood and we had a lot of people walking by taking pics, and having fun with the ridiculousness of the rapture. We were in place about 4:30 pm, and were going to be there til a little bit past 6pm.

We seemed to be cramping the scientologist’s style because they decided to move their table away from us. LIKE WE WOULDN’T NOTICE.

So of course we just moved closer to them.

Their presence made the time fly by. They got a few people to sit down, but no books were sold…I mean, no one donated money for books. And most people afterwards came by our group and chatted/took pics. One guy yelled “FUCK YOU, SCIENTOLOGY” as he walked past. He must have been trolling them when he sat down with the cans.

One of our crew is a professional magician/mentalist/sleight of hand artist. He left some of our calling cards on their table very soon after we arrived. You can just make it out in the image above, but below is a closer pic.

A person going to the website would learn how to apply to win $50,000 for proof of paranormal abilities. Seems a natural thing for a scientologist (or a Martyologist) to do. Just think of all the auditing, sets of Basics or IAS trophies that could buy! Plus you could prove the tech works to all those stupid wogs. Then, all those Ideal Orgs will fill up lickity-split.

The cards stayed there the entire time we were there and were still there when we left. They were literally right next to the E-Meter, for fuck’s sake. I guess none of these guys were clear or OT. Not very observant.

A large crowd formed near us, right over one of the sets of clothes. Were they interested in the rapture? Did they want to figure out what we were doing?

Nope, they were just Jackie Chan fans.

We had our fun, some people joined us for the countdown, and we saw other skeptics with the same idea walk past. Fun was had by all.

Maybe not the scientologists. But they are not there to have fun.

Nothing happened at 6pm, shockingly enough. After laughing and talking with more pedestrians, we packed up and left, our calling card still on their table.

Me getting the ‘ol stinkeye

Fin.