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Well, according to an account by David Bloomberg in this morning’s St Petersburg Times, I am the only Sea Org Member to have dominated David Miscavige in a fight.
The article says:
“Scobee described working in her office cubicle along the wall of a large conference room. Miscavige was seated alone on one side of the table facing several staffers, including Jeff Hawkins.
"’So I'm not paying attention and all of a sudden I see David Miscavige jump up on top of the table — the conference room table,’ Scobee said.
“He lunged at Hawkins, she said, and the two of them landed at her feet. Miscavige "stayed on top of him and was choking him and hitting him and grabbing his tie. Buttons were flying and change falling out of Jeff's pockets. And I'm sitting here going, 'Oh my God!' "
“Hawkins has spoken and written publicly about the 2002 incident.
“Church executive David Bloomberg tells a far different story. Bloomberg said that he was seated next to Hawkins that day and that Hawkins became belligerent with the leader. Hawkins fell out of his chair and ended up putting a scissor lock on Miscavige's legs.
"Mr. Miscavige did not touch Jeff Hawkins,'' Bloomberg said.
There it is in black and white. Miscavige didn’t beat me up, I beat him up!
Apparently I got so belligerent – presumably screaming and yelling at Miscavige, while he stood calmly and saint-like on the other side of the table – that I actually fell out of my chair, managing to scratch and bruise my own face in the process, and ripping my own shirt half off.
But how did I manage to get Miscavige in a scissor lock, when he was on the other side of the table and I was flat on my back? Ah, this is the clever part. I did a perfect imitation of an injured sparrow, and of course David Miscavige rushed to my side, tears of tender concern in his big, doe-like eyes. Then I had him. From my position flat on my back I snapped him into my deadly scissor lock (learned from a Shaolin master when I traveled through the Western Hills of China).
“Do not harm me,” Miscavige pleaded. “For I am a man of peace and have never harmed anyone.”
“Do not harm him,” the 40 executives in the room chanted in unison, “for he is our glorious leader, perfect in all things.”
Finally, looking into Miscavige’s big, moist, teary eyes, I relented, releasing my deadly hold.
At least, that’s what happened according to David Bloomberg.
But Bloomberg is getting on in years, and suffers sometimes from Cultzheimer’s Disease, a condition of partial memory loss caused by having one’s head jammed too far up a cult leader’s rectum.
The article says:
“Scobee described working in her office cubicle along the wall of a large conference room. Miscavige was seated alone on one side of the table facing several staffers, including Jeff Hawkins.
"’So I'm not paying attention and all of a sudden I see David Miscavige jump up on top of the table — the conference room table,’ Scobee said.
“He lunged at Hawkins, she said, and the two of them landed at her feet. Miscavige "stayed on top of him and was choking him and hitting him and grabbing his tie. Buttons were flying and change falling out of Jeff's pockets. And I'm sitting here going, 'Oh my God!' "
“Hawkins has spoken and written publicly about the 2002 incident.
“Church executive David Bloomberg tells a far different story. Bloomberg said that he was seated next to Hawkins that day and that Hawkins became belligerent with the leader. Hawkins fell out of his chair and ended up putting a scissor lock on Miscavige's legs.
"Mr. Miscavige did not touch Jeff Hawkins,'' Bloomberg said.
There it is in black and white. Miscavige didn’t beat me up, I beat him up!
Apparently I got so belligerent – presumably screaming and yelling at Miscavige, while he stood calmly and saint-like on the other side of the table – that I actually fell out of my chair, managing to scratch and bruise my own face in the process, and ripping my own shirt half off.
But how did I manage to get Miscavige in a scissor lock, when he was on the other side of the table and I was flat on my back? Ah, this is the clever part. I did a perfect imitation of an injured sparrow, and of course David Miscavige rushed to my side, tears of tender concern in his big, doe-like eyes. Then I had him. From my position flat on my back I snapped him into my deadly scissor lock (learned from a Shaolin master when I traveled through the Western Hills of China).
“Do not harm me,” Miscavige pleaded. “For I am a man of peace and have never harmed anyone.”
“Do not harm him,” the 40 executives in the room chanted in unison, “for he is our glorious leader, perfect in all things.”
Finally, looking into Miscavige’s big, moist, teary eyes, I relented, releasing my deadly hold.
At least, that’s what happened according to David Bloomberg.
But Bloomberg is getting on in years, and suffers sometimes from Cultzheimer’s Disease, a condition of partial memory loss caused by having one’s head jammed too far up a cult leader’s rectum.
all that describin' davey havin' doe-like eyes made my insides feel like dough....
Fishdaddy, you Brute.
