Anybody who's ever been in my office will tell you it's piled high with books, legal papers, manuscripts and all sorts of other paper products. I virtually live in here researching and writing for the last five years. So not surprisingly I developed this monster cough that just won't go away. I'm on my second variety of antibiotics when my daughter told me I needed to clean out the vents and get some good ole' fresh air. And that's exactly what I did.
Yesterday was bright and sunny and I drove over to Washington, DC and met up with my good friend and former Scientologist Arnie Lerma and protested the founding Church of Scientology. They just paid a former client $8.6 million for abuses he says he sustained.
We had a blast. Some college kids came by and one asked me what was it all about anyway, and I was doing a good job taking about the evil ruler Xenu who, 75 million years ago, called in all his disloyal subjects and had them shot up with glycol solutions which froze them and then had them flown to the distant planet Tegachi (or how ever they spell it) which of course today is known as Earth. That they were stationed around various vocanoes and nuclear bombs were exploded sending their spirits all around to attach to us today. Of course for a hefty fee a Scientologist can remove these nasty things from you and once rid of them you get back your super powers. Well I was explaining all this when Scientologist Silvia Stanard came by and tried to drag him away to tell him the real story. "Well," says I, "he didn't ask you, he asked me." And she walked away.
All that sunshine really helped my cough.
Wes Fager
