Una tenda scientologist al mercato delle fate domenica. Afferra un affare e salva il tuo corpo thetan in un colpo.

Are you mentally weak? Emotionally vulnerable? Neurotic? Lonely?

**THEN COME TO DADDY!!!!!!!!!**

IT’s actually a bit surprising how often you will run into Religious groups at fairs and exhibitions. The Ploughing has dozens of different groups that set up at the ploughing trying to lure people in with free cups of tea.

Ah the old hold this empty tin of beans with some string attached while we “measure” your stress levels by asking you questions while a needle twitches wildly on some fake dial. Used to have great fun with those pricks on Abbey Street while waiting for my friend to finish work.

And where do I put my feet?

They’ve been there for many years now.

I live in NI and went to the Omagh show last year (for non farming people it’s a place for farmers and equestrians to showcase their animals). There was a market stall section and a fella selling books by L. Ron Hubbard and encouraging people to come sit in his tent to have a chat about scientology. I really regret not taking him up on the offer so I could waste his time and have a good laugh in the meantime. Sad to see more and more of these folks trying to scam people.

I WILL PROTECT YOUR THETANS.

As an attempt at a genuine comment, how them gimps havent been told to fuck off yet, I’ve no idea. Its mad predatory and ita genuinely fuckin ridiculous.

There was one of these outside my hotel in Germany a few years back. I got baited into talking with one as he called me English. I said I would read their book (to get rid of them) but I did out of curiosity and boredom. It didn’t vibe with me so I tried to drop it at their table the next day and get out of there without getting caught for another lecture. One of the guys ran up the street after me and was insistent that I get audited and they had a car on standby to take people to the church. He had his hand on my shoulder and not grabbing me but kind of trying to guide me his way and there was something about his tone that was aggressive but not loud. That was the last straw of me being overly polite and told him to fuck off and keep his hands to himself.

It was a really weird experience and got me wondering how often it worked.