Newsgroup: it.cultura.storia
Titolo: Hubbard, Scientology etc. etc.

 E tu pensi che mi legga un messaggio lungo 438 righe ? sei folle !
Beh, io invece ho letto tutto e mi sono scaricato tutto quello che ho
trovato nei links, sul pc per leggerlo off-line.
E' una delle lettere piu' interessanti che siano state postate sul NG.
Credo che quando ti chiedono: "ma che ci trovi in Internet?" tu puoi
mostrare quella lettera e dire: "la verita'".
	Ehm.. la frase e' un po' melodrammatica pero' rende....
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	Ehm.. la frase e' un po' melodrammatica pero' rende....
Sono d'accordo con te. E' importante che vengano "postati" msg del
genere. E' ora di capire finalmente chi cerca di abbindolare la gente
piu' "indifesa".
grazie per il bel msg!
Antonio Amendola
"Imagination is more important than knowledge" (A.Einstein)
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QUESTO MESSAGGIO E' TROPPO LUNGO PER ANDREA!
Ok, detto questo, ecco una cosina sfiziosa che ho trovato in giro per
la rete. E' un classico esempio di "cult methodology" e,leggendolo, mi
ha fatto pensare tanto a Scientology (con i dovuti distinguo).
Non sarebbe male riuscire ad instaurare un dibattito su questo con dei
rappresentanti di tale setta,no?
Ammetto che il messaggio e' un po' lungo,pero' e' veramente molto
divertente...
ciao,
Antonio A.
This morning there was a knock at my door. When I answered the door I
found
a well groomed, nicely dressed couple. The man spoke first:
 
"Hi! I'm John, and this is Mary."
 
 Mary:  "Hi! We're here to invite you to come kiss Hank's a** with
us."
 
   Me:  "Pardon me?!  What are you talking about?  Who's Hank, and why
would
        I want to kiss his a**?"
 
 John:  "If you kiss Hank's a**, he'll give you a million dollars; and
if
        you don't, he'll kick the s**t out of you."
 
   Me:  "What?  Is this some sort of bizarre mob shake-down?"
 
 John:  "Hank is a billionaire philanthropist.  Hank built this town.
Hank
        owns this town.  He can do what ever he wants, and what he
wants is
        to give you a million dollars, but he can't until you kiss his
a**."
 
   Me:  "That doesn't make any sense.  Why..."
 
 Mary:  "Who are you to question Hank's gift?  Don't you want a
million
        dollars?  Isn't it worth a little kiss on the a**?"
 
   Me:  "Well maybe, if it's legit, but..."
 
 John:  "Then come kiss Hank's a** with us."
 
   Me:  "Do you kiss Hank's a** often?"
 
 Mary:  "Oh yes, all the time..."
 
   Me:  "And has he given you a million dollars?"
 
 John:  "Well no, you don't actually get the money until you leave
town."
 
   Me:  "So why don't you just leave town now?"
 
 Mary:  "You can't leave until Hank tells you to, or you don't get the
        money, and he kicks the s**t out of you."
 
   Me:  "Do you know anyone who kissed Hank's a**, left town, and got
the
        million dollars?"
 
 John:  "My mother kissed Hank's a** for years. She left town last
year,
        and I'm sure she got the money."
 
   Me:  "Haven't you talked to her since then?"
 
 John:  "Of course not, Hank doesn't allow it."             
 
   Me:  "So what makes you think he'll actually give you the money if
you've
        never talked to anyone who got the money?"
 
 Mary:  "Well, he gives you a little bit before you leave. Maybe
you'll get
        a raise; maybe you'll win a small lotto; maybe you'll just
find a
        twenty dollar bill on the street."
 
   Me:  "What's that got to do with Hank?
 
 John:  "Hank has certain connections.'"
 
   Me:  "I'm sorry, but this sounds like some sort of bizarre con
game."
 
 John:  "But it's a million dollars, can you really take the chance?
And
        remember, if you don't kiss Hank's a** he'll kick the s**t of
you."
 
   Me:  "Maybe if I could see Hank, talk to him, get the details
straight
        from him..."
 
 Mary:  "No one sees Hank, no one talks to Hank."
 
   Me:  "Then how do you kiss his a**?"
 
 John:  "Sometimes we just blow him a kiss, and think of his a**.
Other
        times we kiss Karl's a**, and he passes it on."
 
   Me:  "Who's Karl?"
 
 Mary:  "A friend of ours.  He's the one who taught us all about
kissing
        Hank's a**.  All we had to do was take him out to dinner a few
times."
 
   Me:  "And you just took his word for it when he said there was a
Hank,
        that Hank wanted you to kiss his a**, and that Hank would
reward you?"
 
 John:  "Oh no! Karl's got a letter Hank sent him years ago explaining
the
        whole thing. Here's a copy; see for yourself."
 
John handed me a photocopy of a handwritten memo on "From the desk of
Karl"
letterhead. There were eleven items listed:
 
         1. Kiss Hank's a** and he'll give you a million dollars when
you
            leave town.
         2. Use alcohol in moderation.
         3. Kick the s**t out of people who aren't like you.
         4. Eat right.
         5. Hank dictated this list himself.
         6. The moon is made of green cheese.
         7. Everything Hank says is right.
         8. Wash your hands after going to the bathroom.
         9. Don't drink.
        10. Eat your wieners on buns, no condiments.
        11. Kiss Hank's a** or he'll kick the s**t out of you.
 
   Me:  "This would appear to be written on Karl's letterhead."
 
 Mary:  "Hank didn't have any paper."
 
   Me:  "I have a hunch that if we checked we'd find this is Karl's
        handwriting."
 
 John:  "Of course, Hank dictated it."
 
   Me:  "I thought you said no one gets to see Hank?"
 
 Mary:  "Not now, but years ago he would talk to some people."
 
   Me:  "I thought you said he was a philanthropist. What sort of
        philanthropist kicks the s**t out of people just because
they're
        different?"
 
 Mary:  "It's what Hank wants, and Hank's always right."
 
   Me:  "How do you figure that?"
 
 Mary:  "Item 7 says Everything Hanks says is right.' That's good
enough
        for me!"
 
   Me:  "Maybe your friend Karl just made the whole thing up."
 
 John:  "No way!  Item 5 says 'Hank dictated this list himself.'
Besides,
        item 2 says 'Use alcohol in moderation,'  item 4 says 'Eat
right,'
        and item 8 says 'Wash your hands after going to the bathroom.'
        Everyone knows those things are right, so the rest must be
true,
        too."
 
   Me:  "But #9 says 'Don't Drink,' which doesn't quite go with #2.
And #6
        says 'The moon is made of green cheese,' which is just plain
wrong."
 
 John:  "There's no contradiction between 9 and 2; 9 just clarifies 2.
As
        to 6, you've never been to the moon, so you can't say for
sure."
 
   Me:  "Scientists have pretty firmly established that the moon is
made of
        rock..."
 
 Mary:  "But they don't know if the rock came from the Earth, or from
out
        of space, so it could just as easily be green cheese."
 
   Me:  "I'm not really an expert, but I think the theory that the
Moon came
        from the Earth has been discounted. Besides, not knowing where
the
        rock came from doesn't make it cheese."
 
 John:  "Aha! You just admitted that scientists make mistakes, but we
know
        Hank is always right!"
 
   Me:  "We do?"
 
 Mary:  "Of course we do, Item 5 says so."
 
   Me:  "You're saying Hank's always right because the list says so,
the
        list is right because Hank dictated it, and we know that Hank
        dictated it because the list says so.  That's circular logic,
no
        different than saying 'Hank's right because he says he's
right.'"
 
 John:  "Now you're getting it!  It's so rewarding to see someone come
        around to Hank's way of thinking."
 
   Me:  "But...oh, never mind.  What's the deal with wieners?"
 
Mary blushes.  John says:  "Wieners, in buns, no condiments.  It's
Hank's
way.  Anything else is wrong."
 
   Me:  "What if I don't have a bun?"
 
 John:  "No bun, no wiener.  A wiener without a bun is wrong."
 
   Me:  "No relish?  No Mustard?"
 
Mary looks positively stricken.  John shouts:  "There's no need for
such
language!  Condiments of any kind are wrong!"
 
   Me:  "So a big pile of sauerkraut with some wieners chopped up in
it
        would be out of the question?"
 
Mary sticks her fingers in her ears:  "I am not listening to this.  La
la
la, la la, la la la."
 
 John:  "That's disgusting. Only some sort of evil deviant would eat
that..."
 
   Me:  "It's good! I eat it all the time."
 
Mary faints. John catches her:  "Well, if I'd known you where one of
those
I wouldn't have wasted my time. When Hank kicks the s**t out of you
I'll be
there, counting my money and laughing. I'll kiss Hank's a** for you,
you
bunless cut-wienered kraut-eater."
 
With this, John dragged Mary to their waiting car, and sped off.
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