Compiling everything by operation.

AGENT PUBEIT

What was it:

It was a bag of pubic hair, donated from several different people in Motherfuckery, and jizzed in. Said bag was then smeared all over one brave soul, who was covered in vaseline. Said brave soul, dressed in shoes, a ski mask, and shorts, walked into Times Square in January '09, while being filmed, and ran around the front lobby of the big Scientology building, touching everything and getting pubes and vaseline everywhere.

Meanwhile as this happened, various anons were flooding that church's fax and phone lines with erroneous calls and data.

After running away successfully, Agent Pubeit tried his luck further down the street, at the CLO-EUS HQ. He found a door unsecured, opened it to find a wheeled cart full of books. He then reoceeded to hump the stack of boxes and knock the whole thing over.

the end.

Here's the footage!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wNyTOXrbBw

How was I involved?

By the thinnest tangible thread, I got laid because of Agent Pubeit (The operation where an individual ran into both the Times Square scientology building AND also the CLO-EUS headquarters, AKA Sea Org HQ for the eastern US).

Gotta remember, this was still when I was active in Boston, I didn't know about it until after it happened. I had nothing to do with it. I thought it was fucking amazing though. But I imagine you're probably asking "how the fuck did you get sex because of Agent Pubeit, Rick"?

Because one of the involved members, LittleSister, had a full-blown panic attack when the kid who pulled it off got arrested, along with the individual who filmed it (I THINK). We kinda had a thing, LS and I, but it got serious because she thought the NYPD was going to come for her and she hid in my house for about a week and a half. Our whole 'relationship' was so caustic that I can't go to certain places in Boston, ugh, it still makes me angry to think about.

Why?

She was the reason I joined the Army, to run away from the drama I caused in Boston/NYC.

SIT N SHIT

So, I get a phone call one day from a very excited guy who helped organize Agent Pubeit. Says he'll pay my way back home and put a roof over my head for a night if I come down to make sit and shit happen. I remember being on a Fung-Wah bus anywhere between 24-48 hours later.

We got high and loaded up on KFC and Taco Bell while going over the plan: I'd show up alone, separate from the cameraman, wait for the cameraman to show up, lose bowels on camera thanks to laxative I'd drink right before I passed out for the night, blame it on the flu and hopefully get out of there without being arrested.

I remember lying on an air matress, high as fuck, laughing my ass off because someone was paying me to come to New York to shit myself on camera.

If all went according to plan, it would look like a terrible accident, and I'd be well on my way back home to Boston before anyone in NY Scientology knew they'd been forced to touch a wog's shitgrease.

The plan fell through because a member of the cameraman's family had been involved in a horrible car wreck so he had to go to the hospital.

But, due to Scientology hubris and my own shitty acting, it ended up being far more hilarious than anyone expected.

The exhibit was in a random office building on 5th avenue in Manhattan, on the 2nd floor, they had to use 4 "body routers" to get people to pay attention on the street and strongarm them into bothering to take a peek. So, I was going through the exhibit for about 25, 30 minutes, when I feel the laxative start to build up pressure against my asshole, so it's time to literally shit or....shit somewhere else. I pull some bullshit excuse about the flu and find the bathroom out in the hallway.

Out came brown liquid remnants of taco bell and KFC I had loaded up on 12 hours beforehand, all over the floor of the bathroom. After some more lying about catching the flu (and not washing my hands), I shake the hand of the fat cunt manning the exhibit all alone, get loaded down with all kinds of DVD's and propaganda, then shake the hand of the body router immediately outside the building, and melt away into the subway system.

I was told for years that, allegedly, a person with scientology's interests at heart or some sort of investigator had confronted a group of protestors outside the scientology building in Times Sq at the next monthly protest. And that he had done so with pictures of the bathroom literally painted in shit. In researching this, I find that it wasn't true.