L. Ron Hubbard Was Literally A Rotten SOB

It Took Me A While to Wise Up and Dump My Stupid Billion-Year Contract

“Source” Hubbard, 1973 in Queens, popped carbuncle on his head

I was having quite a fine time after the Celebrity Centre moved to Hollywood. I happily produced as many as 1300 custom letters to people in Central Files per week on my portable typewriter, and I was running the department. We were stars. For the first time in history of any Scientology “org…