Marty Rathbun: Tearing His Hair Out

As if to punctuate my last article about how Marty Rathbun is motivated by money, he’s on the rant again about Scientology using it’s money to survive well.

This is something that Rathbun cannot abide. He himself does not survive well, and knows it. He is obsessed with money and can never have the money he seeks. Technically, this is a fact. He cannot have it.

But his own survival is poor because his every waking moment is a struggle against enemies unseen and long gone. Yet he wages the battle against people in present time, particularly those who help others with Scientology.

Why? Because he knows it is true help. What kind of person does this? A Suppressive Person, which is what Marty Rathbun is (or, as Rathbun understands it, a “sociopath.”)

Once again, and again stuck in his obsession with money and his inability to generate a big payday, Marty Rathbun shows himself to be a classic bully railing against his intended victims for daring to defend themselves. Rathbun the bully just wants his victims to take what he dishes out and die. The real crime that Rathbun sees is the Church being there and communicating.

Not happy with trying to squash all charitable giving, (see my last article, How Marty Rathbun Stole Christmas,) Rathbun makes a plea to people not to donate to Scientology.

Before you think that Marty Rathbun couldn’t be so petty as to resent the Church of Scientology and whine about it broadly for accomplishing what he simply can’t, note this: while the Church of Scientology is able to make it’s actual intentions and activities known to Federal authorities, Rathbun can’t even get their attention.

He can only insult those authorities with idiotic claims of corruption and incompetence. Never the brightest bulb in the basket, Rathbun fails to notice that this is not the best way to be taken seriously. The authorities ignore his ugly and demonstrably false alarmist claims and look askance at Rathbun (and Rinder, and Berry, et al) for foaming at the mouth over figments of their fevered imaginations in which their own natter becomes “fact.”

Marty Rathbun’s response? Attack the authorities. Attack the government. They don’t see any virtue in his scurrilous claims (not being part of Rathbun’s personality cult) and have better things to do than devote their resources to appeasing lunatics on soapboxes.

But Scrooge Rathbun counts the pennies in his coffers and childishly resents the Church for surviving well, and working to accomplish its purpose of ensuring its survival well into the future.

A future that Marty Rathbun won’t be able to survive in.