You should really ask an attorney, or more accurately a lawyer that is not a member of the bar. You won't believe what he/she tells you, so you won't believe me.
Ask them what? I've seen Scientology's tactics up close, and personal. You're right. I don't believe you, and for good reason.
NOW, DOES ANYONE KNOW ANYTHING?
Don't you mean a lawyer who IS a member of the bar? Or is there some advantage to having a JD degree but not being admitted to practice?
Do you know what "Slander" is?
L Ron Hubbard thought he could become an 'operating Thetan' and think things away.
Guess what.. no matter how much you WISH things away, there's always the truth.
And you are not in line with the truth.
ADEMA - Immortal
LET'S FIIIIIIIIIGHT!
We're face to face
Loyalty is what I need to see from you
You're insecure
I can see the fear that breeds in your heart
Where will you run?
Where will you hide?
I see the blood drip from your eyes
Who will survive?
Let's get it on
And we'll fight!
I know who you are
The leader of lost souls
You can't kill me
I'm immortal
I'm not afraid to die
My soul will travel on
You can't kill me
I'm immortal
Immortal
Immortal
I need the rush
There's nowhere you could hide before you die
Why won't you face me?
I can see the fear that's in your eyes
Where will you run?
Where will you hide?
I see the blood drip from your eyes
Who will survive?
Let's get it on
And we'll fight!
I know who you are
The leader of lost souls
You can't kill me
I'm immortal
I'm not afraid to die
My soul will travel on
You can't kill me
I'm immortal
I know who you are
The leader of lost souls
You can't kill me
I'm immortal!
I'm not afraid to die
My soul will travel on
You can't kill me
I'm immortal!
Where will you run?
Where will you hide?
Where will you run?
Where will you hide?
LET'S FIGHT!
I know who you are
The leader of lost souls
You can't kill me
I'm immortal!
I'm not afraid to die
My soul will travel on
You can't kill me
I'm immortal!
I know who you are
The leader of lost souls
You can't kill me
I'm immortal!
I'm not afraid to die
My soul will travel on
You can't kill me
I'm immortal!
You can't kill me
Immortal!
You can't kill me
Immortal!
You can't kill me
Immortal!
You can't kill me!
"And the sky went black at high noon, ravens thickly gathered around. The opponents squared off on the greensward fair bent on grievous harm. All knew one would live another day, the other go down in flaming ignominy." - the Book of Foreshadowed Sorrows.
Good Dog Nigel
Arf, arf, he goes, a merry sight,
Our little hairy friend,
Arf, Arf, upon the lampost bright
Arfing round the bend.
Nice dog! Goo boy,
Waggie tail and beg,
Clever nigel, jump for joy
Because we're putting you to sleep at three of the clock, Nigel.
Die under a molasses avalanche!!!
1919 2 million gallons of molasses "Tidal wave" Boston MA, drowning 21 I had to find out more on this one!
Forty minutes past noon on 15 January 1919, a giant wave of molasses raced through Boston. The unseasonably warm temperature (46 degrees) was the final stress needed to cause a gigantic, filled-to-capacity tank to burst. 2,320,000 gallons (14,000 tons) of molasses swept through the streets, causing death and destruction.
Eyewitness reports tell of a "30-foot wall of goo" that smashed buildings and tossed horses, wagons and pool tables about as if they were nothing. Twenty-one people were killed by the brown tidal wave, and 150 more were injured. The chaos and destruction were amplified -- and rescue efforts were hampered -- by the stickiness of the molasses. Those persons attempting to aid others all too often found themselves mired fast in the goo.
The day after the disaster, The New York Times reported:
A dull, muffled roar gave but an instant's warning before the top of the tank was blown into the air. The circular wall broke into two great segments of sheet iron which were pulled in opposite directions. Two million gallons of molasses rushed over the streets and converted into a sticky mass the wreckage of several small buildings which had been smashed by the force of the explosion. The greatest mortality apparently occurred in one of the city buildings where a score of municipal employees were eating their lunch. The building was demolished and the wreckage was hurled fifty yards. The other city building, which had an office on the ground floor and a tenement above, was similarly torn from its foundations.
One of the sections of the tank wall fell on the firehouse which was nearby. The building was crushed and three firemen were buried in the ruins.
Boston is not a city that forgets anything easily. There are those who claim that on a hot summer day in the North End, you can still smell the molasses.
rva3333 = still active but going, going.....
Nice try, registering twice
But not speaking....
Cat got your tongue?
"or more accurately a lawyer that is not a member of the bar."
OH, you mean someone who doesn't have to withstand any scrutiny of their credibility!