Business had me in Clearwater, Florida a few days ago. Never been, but heard it was mecca for Scientologists. As I was near this beautiful, old hotel . . a group of young people were crossing the street. All had on jeans, white shirts, and carried a red sling-type bag. They were on an eager purpose. While I don't know for certain, they struck me as Scientologiest. They were walking near that hotel. Come to find out, that the hotel is Scientology's mother ship.
Luckily, no Scientologist approached me. I had a plan, if approached. I was going to tell them that I was raised a Jehovah's Witness, and that all those martians are really demons from Satan . . . . and then ask them if they wanted a Bible study.
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