We have the pleasure of going to a Saturday lunchtime party yesterday where the affable host was showing cartoons designed by his son. As time went on, he was a little bit more fulsome in his discussion of his 35-year-old son's mental problems which had culminated in a stay in a psychiatric hospital for some months. He had evidently been mixed up with a cult and I being ever alert and...
Scientologists on the rampage
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