Ref: The House Next Door is Pink! (damn, broken images, will fix soon)
So, apparently the Scientologists are building some kind of retreat in Royalla, it’s going to be pretty large (it will have 30 car parks)
and look like a giant pink hotel..oh wait, we already have one of those.
In all seriousnes, a petition was started and a committee was formed to prevent the retreat from being built. I think the whole thing
was a bit of a knee-jerk reaction, having a functioning business/cult compound in the estate may mean we get more resources for
infrastructure that our city cousins take for granted (Broadband, Fire protection, Transact etc). We may even get Tom Cruise or John Travolta
visiting Royalla…maybe not.
I bet a proposed Christian Monestary wouldn’t have attracted such vigorous opposition.
Anyway, the point of telling you this is of course, to have a laugh at someone elses expense, this story is second hand so may not be
exactly as it happened, in fact, this is more of an interpretation of the events than an actual retelling, names have been changed to
protect the innocent…so here we go:
Our Story Begins
One of the people gathering signatures for the petition is currently a resident of the Gallah Motel (the giant pink phallus next door
to us), she was making the rounds of the estate telling people about the “retreat”, how it will be evil and will increase traffic in
the form of delivery trucks, Thetan space craft and John Travolta’s Learjet.
So people are signing, support is growing..when she arrives at the house of Bill Gates (name changed, blah blah blah). Bill’s
wife answers the door and hears the shpeal:
Gallah Hotel Resident: “There’s a proposal for a large retreat in stage 4, there will be a 30 car carpark and it’s run by
Bill Gate’s Wife: “Holy crap, that’s no good, first we get that stupid looking pink hotel down the road, and now a Thetan car
park? Insane, give me the petition, I’ll sign!”
Gallah Hotel Resident: [silence]
Bill Gate’s Wife: “Well, are you going to give it to me or not, I wish i’d signed the one to stop that stupid pink monster from
being built, I’m ready to sign, we can’t have humans possessed by the spirits of long dead aliens infesting our country estate.”
Gallah Hotel Resident: “It’s not pink, it’s TERRACOTTA, and I live there.”
Bill Gate’s Wife: “oh” [stiffling laughter]
In the loungeroon Bill Gates can hear the whole conversation as clear as day and when his wife (Mrs. Gates) comes back from the front
door he’s doubled over in laugher, about ready to wet himself.
Bill Gate’s Wife: “Well, shit, I hope those Scientologists have better taste in TERRACOTTA.”
The bush telagraph tells me that the despite all the petition signing and committee forming, the retreat is going to go ahead. The jury is still out on whether it is a good thing or not, but if it gets me a step closer to broadband, those Scientologist can build a giant pink L. Ron Hubbard statue for all I care, it can’t possibly be worse than what we already have next door.