Empire of the Odd

The war with Lord Rick that is!

Much to do about nothing in the new war of words with Lord Rick! The Rickpocalypse as I call it. For those of you just joining in, Lord Rick is a fellow who fancies himself to be a professional Ghost Buster, a god, a conjurer of demons, a psychic, an empath, a lawyer, web minister, writer, spelunker,  haxor, judge, jury, doctor, baker, candlestick maker, witch, mountain climber, daring explorer, Internet Tough guy, radio personality, film star, porn star, porn photographer and all around awesome dude!

He happens to be a proponent of the 420 lifestyle which, as I understand it involves smoking dope until getting delusional (who knew?)

Lord Rick was recently living Sunny Daytona Beach Florida until the bikers finally chased him him out saying they thought he was a nutball. Now he’s upgraded his digs  to…..

Las Vegas Nevada!

Someone ‘xsplaine to me how thees is an upgrade?

A few of you who happen to know Lord Rick (and live in Eugene Oregon)  may remember him as a brave solider, fighting the good fight against us evil septic-skeptics. Yes! Vile beings who can’t understand that you (darling!) really DID fly into space on that orange alien saucer, with your 20 cats!

That last paragraph may make absolutely no sense at all, my apologies, but it does make perfect sense to one or two people.

But enough of these unimportant matters!

I wanted to comment on the War with Lord Rick!

He’s had some pitfalls in the past few months. His car got damaged (like someone broke all of his windows.) he’s gotten stopped by the cops several times, he got mugged by bobcats or some shit. He showed up at a casting call for a haunted attraction thinking he was going to be another TAPS. He’s on the verge of getting the bad-boot out of his in-law’s home and he’s running away from huge phone bills (again.)

Then there is the Internet! The place he makes his living (such as it is,) his refuge from an otherwise chaotic existence! Where Rick can truly pretend to be  god! As he fires up his in-laws five year old P-III with Windoze XP Home he knows that people on the Internet will finally start taking him seriously!

Coz Lord Rick is serious Internet business !

But what is this! People are openly mocking Lord Rick! People all over the country are learning who Lord Rick is, they are giggling at his absurd rants and his open dope habit. They LOL at his thoughts on child rearing and his long, tedious epistles on god fucking knows what!

“Why? Why!” he asks! “Why do people pester me? WHY when I put so much hard work and effort to bring the hungry masses my TEN MILLION ghost investigations? When I tell people what I really think! When I tell them  I am GOD and they should bow down before me.

And give me all of their money!

They mock me! How dare they do this!

I’m the LORD RICK – BITCH!!!!!

So Lord Rick goes to work.  He sits down at his in-law’s holy keyboard and begins typing. He demands that the people on his Simple Machine forum start finding his “haters” and turn this information over to him. He offers prizes! (this is known as stalking by proxy.)

“Ya know” he says. “ what the hell with those that treat me like garbage I am from Fuc**** NY from now on you try me:) no more playing nice those that get treated nice are people like Jill, Dale, Jim, who post and have been there for many years. I am so tired of going soft no more softness again you don’t like my goddamn show, list or work get off of it. Do not join to bitch how I screwed you over. If you really want me to screw you over Ill take a goddamn flight to your front door put that on your blog then what will you do hehe.”

It would be funny if he did! I know the jails in my town are chock full of guys would luv to get a chance to meet Lord Rick. They would admire his mullet and they think tats are boss!! Wow! Especially that green alien on your chest Lord Rick! I’m sure they would be MOST impressed! Please come back to the Odd Empire and I will be happy to introduce you!

Let me tell you something cause I know you bitches hide on my list male bitches that is. We got one guy who is a washed up editor, another one who is a cocaine addict, got another one who is a freaking whore now that is a good one but we wont say names, and the other one does what he does to make himself feel better cause he is goddamn butt ugly. I am Lord Rick almost 800 paranormal investigations, on the cover of RHC, just did a film, got a site with thousands of evidence of the paranormal. You haters I used for all your worth thank you for bring thousand wait 100000s of thousands of hits to my site you gave me what I wanted alright fame:) but now its time to say bye to you haters cause you see…..here is the thing I will be around 10 years from now….15 years from now:) while you will still be sitting on your lard asses picking them looking at my hot photos showing off my tattoos and nice biceps no ego just fact:)

Ooooh I must bow down to Rick’s righteous anger and his (er….) facts!  I Suppose I’ll just sit in my sun-drenched Imperial Atrium Office and sulk for a few seconds!

Or maybe I’ll have a latte!

Well, that should give you an idea of the current state of the Rickpocalypse. Rick is fighting the good fight! He’s shaking his virtual fists at his “haters” and toking one up for you and I. Remember Lord Rick says that  he’s on disability so your tax dollars pay for his drug habit!

Oh but pot’s NOT a drug….Lord Rick says so! Yah- sure!

How about we all give him a hand people! (golf clapping.)

The full text of this message to haters  can be found here.

Rick’s Yahoo group is here.  For gosh sakes people! Don’t flame him!

Rick’s Simple Machine Forum, PLEEEZE don’t troll Lord Rick, he will send a demon to get ya!

Did I hear that right? Sara Palin had a Yahoo account and all this time it didn’t get hacked?

http://gawker.com/5051193/sarah-palins-personal-email-account-hacked

Did the internet just cause Sarah Palin to destroy evidence? The potential Veep is in a bit of trouble for conducting state business using her personal, unarchived email address (gov.sarah@yahoo.com) instead of her official account (which is, of course, subject to laws requiring the retention of government records). Emails from that Yahoo account are already being sought in connection with the Troopergate investigation. Now comes word that Anonymous, the fun-loving Internet trouble-makers based loosely around the message board 4Chan, gained access to another Palin email account: gov.palin@yahoo.com. It looks legit! The offending posts, screenshots, heretofore unseen family photos, and emails have all been deleted from Imageshack and 4Chan. But we have them. You want to read Sarah Palin’s email?

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According to the Electronic Frontier Foundation (EFF), a rights group called the American Rights Counsel LLC has attempted to have at least 4,000 anti-Scientology videos removed from the video sharing website YouTube. Upon further investigation, Wikinews found that most videos and clips were added to YouTube by the copyright holders of the material; as DMCA requests are for the purposes of requesting removal where service providers host material that infringe on the copyright of the complainant, the merit of these requests remain questionable. It was also discovered that the alleged rights group does not exist as a physical entity. In an in-depth report, Wikinews investigated the incident and obtained exclusive information and comments from individuals, including XenuTV producer, Mark Bunker.

Within the past 24 hours, according to the EFF, the Counsel “sent out over 4000 DMCA takedown notices to YouTube, all making copyright infringement claims against videos with content critical of the Church of Scientology.” A DMCA notice, or Digital Millennium Copyright Act notice means an attempt to limit the use of copyrighted material that is often infringing on the rights of an alleged copyright.

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ChaoticPsychotic

Okay, to continue on with my story…

I needed to get my EPF uniform. Well here there was as light problem. I was so young and so little that there were no uniforms that fit me. I was under 5’ and under 100lbs. I had not yet achieved my current Amazonian build. After a long while of digging through a smelly box of used, worn out and stained uniforms, I finally found a few sets of shorts and shirts that would fit me. I looked rather like a clown in it because I was swimming in the clothes. I forgot to mention the smelly old used boots that I had to wear too. Those were super gross!

I routed into the courseroom and began my studies. 5 hours a day. Studying the glorious history of the Sea Org and such. I even did a course about Scientology Ethics. I was a very good and quick student. I was acing my tests and blowing through my courses super fast. That was back when I had a good memory… Anyways, when it was not course time (which took place in a semi-underground super spooky building that had flickering florescent lights – old CTO anyone?) it was MEST work time.

If I recall correctly, it was about 12 hours a day of MEST work we were supposed to do. I got stuck washing pots and pans. That was cool with me, I had always done the dishes at home and it was no sweat for me to scrub some pots and pans. Funny thing was, I happily did any MEST work that I was assigned to. It never fazed me. The EPF I/C – Jim Garrett was his name – LOVED me because I never talked back (I know, me never talking back haha ) and I always got the job done right the first time. Plus I was a pocket size little cutie with hair down to my butt. Everyone on the EPF loved me – I was a mascot of sorts. I was a model EPFer. Just like I had been a model student at school. I have to say though, after working in the kitchen and seeing what things looked like behind the scenes, I could never bring myself to eat the meals anymore. Without my mom telling me what to eat, I just had toast 3 times a day. Where was my guardian? Well she was at the HGB busy recruiting more kids like me so she never checked up on me.

The holiday season was upon us. It was Christmas time. I was super homesick. I was into the EPF about 3 weeks. I wanted to go home for Christmas. So I wrote my CSW like a good girl and showed my student points graph and how it was on an uptrend. I wheedled and begged Jim and my recruiters to allow me to go home for the holidays. They were reluctant because I was so close to done and I was going to be one of the few EPFers in history to finish close to the recommended time. I finally got approved and they shipped me back to my parents.

I went home for the holidays. It was awesome to eat real food and get to be a kid again. I did chores around the house with a gusto I had never before had. I mean hell, if you can wash pots and pans for 500+ people, what’re a few dishes from a family of 4? I was having so much fun, I had a newfound appreciation for my home, my family and mom’s cooking. Even my little brother wasn’t so annoying. Unfortunately there was a bit of a cloud hanging over me. Alas, I would have to go back in a week. I got REALLY sick 24 hours before I was supposed to head back. My mom and dad called my recruiters and told them they would drive me back to LA once I was better. I stayed sick for a looooong time. I really did not want to go back. I did not dare tell my parents though. They thought I was their little star EPFer with a brilliant career ahead of her auditing people in the Sea Org.

Finally the time came, I got better and they loaded me up into the car and we began the 6 hour drive down to LA. We arrived around dinner time. My recruiters met us at CLO. They told me to go put on my uniform and get back to my group (the EPF). I ran off in tears and changed into my uniform. I came back as quickly as I could. I could tell that the recruiters had been talking about me with my parents. They took us all into the Mess Hall to eat dinner. Wow, how generous, they offered to let my family eat their wonderful Sea Org food! I begged the EPF I/C to let my family sit with me. So they did. They made small talk with the EPFers around me. Everyone kept telling them how great and cute I was. They were beaming. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I was choking back tears. Dinner was over. It was time for my family to leave. I cried as though the world were coming to an end. I had to really watch what I said because my recruiters were hovering like hawks, ready to snatch me away at the slightest mention of wanting to go home. I had to tell my parents I was just going to really really miss them. I had to try to be convincing when I said it too. They pulled away and I ran after them waving, trying not trip in my huge ugly boots while trying to see though the tears pouring down my face.

Ok enough for now. I am making myself cry.

To be continued…

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http://www.informationweek.com/news/internet/search/showArticle.jhtml?articleID=210101853

A Bigfoot hunting group that last week set the Internet abuzz with claims it had found the body of one of the legendary creatures now says it was the victim of a hoax.

Members of Searching For Bigfoot Inc. revealed Tuesday that they had paid “an undisclosed sum” to two individuals for the rights to control publicity related to a dead Bigfoot that the duo claimed to have found in the woods of northern Georgia.

Searching For Bigfoot now says it was defrauded by the two men — Ricky Dyer and Mathew Whitton, who is a former police officer.

A statement on the group’s Web site, SearchingForBigfoot.com, says members Tom Biscardi and Robert Schmalzbach examined the supposed Sasquatch’s frozen remains for the first time on Sunday, two days after holding a press conference to announce the find, only to discover it was a fake.

“Within the next hour of thaw, a break appeared up near the feet area. … I observed the foot which looked unnatural, reached in and confirmed it was a rubber foot,” wrote Steve Kulls, a self-described “Sasquatch detective” who accompanied Biscardi and Schmalzbach during their examination of the body.

Kulls, writing on SearchingForBigfoot.com, said the group later on Sunday attempted to recover their money from Dyer and Whitton, but claimed the two men had already fled a California hotel room where they had been staying.

Dyer and Whitton were “complicit in a scheme to defraud,” Kulls alleged.

“At this time the victim of this series of deceptions, Searching For Bigfoot, Inc., is seeking justice for themselves and for all the people who were deceived by this deception,” he added.

On Friday, more than 200 people attended a press conference in Palo Alto, Calif., at which Searching For Bigfoot members announced that they were in possession of a dead Sasquatch. The group, however, conceded at the time that DNA tests performed on the carcass were, at best, inconclusive.

I’m not really in the habit of copy-pasting stuff like this, I think this deservs and exception. I’ve read and re-read ChaoticPsychotic account of growing up in Scientology’s Sea Org and each time I think to myself “more people need to see this.”

She’s apparently not an exception “ChaoticPsychotic” is a second generation Scientologist, her account is typical of many people who finally leave the group.  One wonders how people could be compelled to live “voluntarily” in para-military settings which remove most of the liberties that most take for granted. Scientology has a policy which dictated “the greatest good for the greatest dynamic.” It’s kind of like “all for one and one for all,” except they forgot the “all for one” part!

IN the next few days and weeks I will go ahead and post some portion of her testament. It’s a stark tale of manipulation, abuse, betrayal and eventual triumph. If anyone out there does not believe there are real monsters out there, believe! They are out there and they walk among us!

WELCOME TO THE MOST ETHICAL GROUP ON THE PLANET, part 1

I was recruited into the Sea Org when I was 13. I was fed a large handful of lies in order to get me to join. This became evident to me upon my arrival at PAC base in 1992. My immediate reaction was to run for the hills. Problem was, my recruiters had driven me down to LA from the Bay Area and I had no where to go. I also was mortally afraid of the damn Freeloader Debt. I was certain that I would be slapped with some hugs financial burden if I just put my foot down and said “No, this aint happenin”. I was a very naive young girl.

Part of the reason I had even signed on with the Sea Org was because I was all too acutely aware of my parents financial strain. As I mentioned in another post, I had been out of school for a year because they could no longer afford tuition for me to go to Delphi. So I was pretty darn certain they would never be able to afford to put me back in school and if I left the house there would be one less mouth to feed.

So there I was, doing my paperwork, getting my A-J check and routing into the EPF. I was miserable. I cried every time I was left alone. I remember calling my parents when I got there and having to try to convince them that I was excited and happy to be there.

I got all of my prelim route in stuff done. My recruiters then took me down to the EPF office. I had my suitcases and a box or two of stuff along with my “ghetto blaster” with my fave Faith No More tape in the player. My recruiters helped me lug all of my worldly possessions into the office. They then turned me over to the Bosun and it was time for me to get my tour of PAC. I asked “What do we do with all my stuff?” I was told to just leave it in the office, it would be safe because after all, this was the most ethical place on the planet. So I went for my tour. Came back to the office a couple of hours later to get into uniform and start my EPF officially.

HOLY SHIT!!!!! Where’s my stuff?!?!?! Well, my ghetto blaster was gone, one suitcase and one box were gone as well. In the box had been my favorite stuffed animal. I was mostly upset bout losing my Faith No More tape though. So there I was in a strange place, I knew no one and half of my stuff had just been stolen. Did anyone care? Nope. It’s just MEST. But to me, because my family was SO broke, it meant losing a bunch of crap that probably was not worth much to anyone except me. I never did get my stuff back.

I will pause for now and write more about my EPF adventures later. I don’t want to make this too long to read. If you find this to be boring, please tell me to stop! I don’t want to make an ass of myself!

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Paul Gackle, Winnipeg Free Press Published: Thursday, August 07, 2008

WINNIPEG — Residents rallied Thursday to protect the family of a young man murdered on a Greyhound bus last week from a posse of radical religious protesters planning to portray Tim McLean’s death as God’s wrath.

Earlier this week, the Westboro Baptist Church – an organization branded as a hate group and infamous for protesting the funerals of slain U.S. soldiers – announced they would picket Mr. McLean’s funeral to let Canadians know that his decapitation was God’s response to Canadian policies enabling abortion, homosexuality and adultery.

But Shirley Phelps-Roper, daughter of church’s founder, Fred Phelps, said a small group of protesters was stopped at the Canada-U.S. border on Thursday afternoon.

“They won’t let us in, but we have a group that will cross in another spot,” she said. “They’ll have to strip search everyone who crosses that border or they won’t know who we are. They’ll have to see the WBC (Westboro Baptist Church) tattoo on our butts.”