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Wogs at Cause

By hkhenson in Culture
Fri Apr 21, 2006 at 12:00:00 PM EST
Tags: Freedom (all tags)

Car chases and other modern courtroom phenomena

"Wog" is a derogatory term scientologists use for non scientologists. The next step up--when you start taking their expensive "courses" i.e., brainwashing--is "raw meat." Scientology claims, but never delivers, to release your "Operating thetan" powers--where you are supposed to obtain "spiritual power" over MEST, i.e., matter, energy, space and time, or in scientology's arcane jargon, you are supposed to be "at cause" over MEST. Scientologists are known as "clams" on the net because Hubbard claimed (in History of Man, also known as What to Audit) that humans are descended from clams, not to mention sloths, and the fraudulent Piltdown man. Way more than you would ever want to know about scientology can be found with Google or Wikipedia.

Adapted from Biased Journalism May 1997.

The armed bodyguard for the "Ecclesiastical" Head of Scientology David Miscavige walked Grady Ward and me from the deposition room down to the lobby desk where we picked up our cameras and then out to our car.

Since Grady's flight was not for a few hours, and by this time it was about 1 pm, we stopped at a deli restaurant to have one last meal at the cult's expense. I had a really good Reuben. Grady ordered a steak.

We hadn't been there 5 minutes when Tom Hogan (San Jose lawyer for the cult) showed up to warn us not to post anything about the deposition.

The cult did that for us later, filing in open court records the best part of the deposition--David Miscavige's often reposted rant about the TR 1.1 club and being buggered before breakfast. Before Hogan showed, we ignored the scientology operatives who had been assigned to tail us.

As we were driving away after lunch, we first saw only one tail, two younger dudes in a late model car. I pulled a couple of U turns and then pulled over to the curb. Grady is a big heavy set guy who was wearing Bermuda shorts that day. For being a big guy he moves fast. He jumped out and ran back to get a picture. I nearly spilt my sides laughing as they frantically backed up around a corner to get away from Grady. Wogs at Cause are immune to cameras, but cameras cause scientologists, certain scumbag lawyers, and private investigators to scurry like vampires facing a cross.

After a few go arounds in parking lots, we went south around the edge of the airport, off to the west, then south into an industrial park. We were playing loop the loop through the parking lots and around backs of the buildings when we noticed the second car with only an older guy in it.

He waved us over and identified himself as a private investigator, and told us that a team had been hired by the scientologists to follow us no matter where we went, though he would not identify himself further. His license (his car lacked a front plate) was BAYBUMZ (California).

Decided it would be a good idea to check the story, so we called on our rented cell phone and got directions for the Palm Springs Police Department. It was within a few blocks of the airport.

We found the Police Station, went in, and Lieutenant McCabe of the Palm Springs police came out with us and went over to talk to the older guy who had stopped across the street from the station.

In a few minutes he was convinced that our tails were indeed PIs. Lt. McCabe told us that private investigators in California have what amounts to a "License to Stalk," but that as long as we were reasonably careful with the traffic laws, we were welcome to ditch them.

This sounded like an interesting challenge to me, but Grady figured we had about run this episode into the ground, and in any case, he had only an hour before he needed to check in.

I dropped Grady at the Palm Springs airport about 2:30 pm and considered "what next" because it seemed to me there was life left in this adventure.

I looped out of the airport, followed closely by my tails, drove by the Palm Springs Police Station and continued on south to Hwy 111, and then southeast about ten miles to the Embassy Suites--where we had stayed the previous night. I figured that was one of the few places that would take me seriously about there being three scientology operatives on my tail, since they knew of the strange activities of the previous night.

The PIs stayed right with me, one ahead, and one behind. The one behind ran red lights so they would always have two cars close to mine.

I stopped at three service stations before I found one that would jack up the car and take a look under it for a locator bug like Steve Fishman reported on his car some time ago. The owner of the second service station would not even consider looking under my car because of his stark, shaking fear of Scientologists.

No luck. I was really hoping I could take a locator bug off and get the cult charged for it, but either it was well hidden or this was an economy tail.

Next to the Embassy Suites is a Lucky's (a giant grocery store) and on the west side of the parking lot, a row of small shops that back onto the hotel property. I parked near the hotel side, went into Lucky's, picked up a new disposable camera and some bottled water.

Tossed the water in the car, unwrapped the camera and ducked behind the row of shops. Being careful with the camera, I jumped down a two-meter retaining wall and went straight into the lobby of the hotel.

I told the desk clerk that three scientology operatives were tailing me. The previous evening's excitement with the cult had been talked about all day so they insisted on calling the cops. One of the desk clerks offered to get my car from the lot next door. So I gave him the key, after warning him the operatives would not be happy.

They weren't.

The desk clerk came back bug eyed with this tale of being accosted by aggressive operatives who insisted on knowing who he was and what he was doing with the car. They scared him and he said so to the cops later.

Both of the cops who showed up happened to be women. The first one, with the Riverside Sheriff's department was only about 5 feet tall, but solid. I sure wouldn't want to tangle with her. The second, a thin blond woman, was with the Palm Desert Police. Excellent professional behavior from both of them, in what must have seemed a thoroughly nutty but potentially deadly situation. Of course Palm Desert is a rich community, and you expect top grade policing.

I spent most of the time before the first cop showed up and some of it afterwards talking on a pay phone to the local newspaper and a TV station. Both reporters I talked to were drooling over the chance to do a local "slow speed chase" (this being right after OJ was arrested) on camera or with photographs but it was too near deadline.

Even offered to lead the private investigators through the TV station's parking lot so they could just poke a camera out a window.

Mentioned to both the cops and the media that I was not thrilled at two hours on the interstate going back in the direction of LA while being tailed by scientology operatives--and related the Scarff affidavit where Scarff was told in scientology lawyer Moxon's office how he should run the president of the Cult Awareness Network, Cynthia Kisser, off the road and kill her. (Not that I really expected such of hired PIs. Killing citizens must be cause to lose a license; but you never can tell--and there is no law that forbids PI licenses to scientologists.)

This went on to about 5:30 pm and it became clear that the media could not fit the story in. It was also obvious that cops could do nothing. I had hoped that the local laws in Palm Desert might be a little more restrictive on out of town PIs or maybe they could informally hang onto these dudes long enough for me to get a head start on them, but this seems to be beyond the rules. They don't think shaking the PIs by a high-speed run north of Palm Desert up to the freeway is a good idea and I have to agree with them.

The cops did locate the three and talk to them because they confirmed again to me that the three tailing me were PIs, and apparently the PIs told a wild tale of me being such a dangerous "Wog" that the first cop felt the need to pat me down.


My car is parked under the portico. As I walk out the lobby door with the car key in my hand, a very worried cop (the second one) wants to know what I am going to do. I tell her the truth, "I don't know," and leave.

Now, to understand what happens next, you need a picture of the layout of the Embassy Suites. It has a relatively narrow frontage on Highway 111 and a very deep lot.

Behind the Embassy Suites is an old palm grove about 300 meters deep and at least that wide. My car is parked under the portico facing toward the back of the hotel (the lobby is in the middle facing west). Figured I will drive around the back of the hotel since the car is pointed in that direction. Since I have a full tank, and the GEO gets excellent mileage, perhaps I can run them out of gas on the mountain roads I know south and west of Palm Desert.

When I reach the end of the paved section at the back of the hotel there is no curb and a faint track where tractors had been in to plow under the weeds and fallen palm fronds.

Seeing this, I make an instant decision. In a long ago and far away phase of my life I drove off road for thousands of miles. So, figuring the worst that could happen would be that I would get stuck, and at best they would get stuck, I drive out into the sand at all of 15 mph.

Fifty meters out into the palm grove, I realize the grove is surrounded on three sides by a 3-meter concrete block wall. Hoping for a break in the far right corner behind some thick trees, I head that way. Alas, there is no opening anywhere in the back wall. So I veer away plowing through sand and over fallen palm fronds like a small boat in a choppy sea. If GMC ever needs a testimonial from a satisfied customer about the handling characteristics of a GEO in deep sand, I'm their man.

Ah, did the media miss an opportunity. One, two, or three cars throwing up sand like giant demented blue lizards! I don't know if they followed me. I couldn't look back for fear of wrapping my lizard around one of the palms. The tape would be a treasure, especially if one of the PI's cars followed me into the deep sand and got stuck.

Dodging palms, bucking and rolling and not daring to stop because the car would get stuck, I make a huge U turn inside the wall through the sand and palm frond mix. If there was a locator bug stuck under the car it might have been scraped off. Near the end of the wall (which is perhaps 300 meters back from Hwy 111, the surface smoothes out. As I go beyond the end of the east wall I see a cul-de-sac with a sloping curb.

A fishtail turn around the end of the wall and I am back on pavement. There are some small office buildings ahead. I make a right, a left, go around the end of one of them and park under a sunshade next to other cars. I jump out and hide inside a dumpster enclosure where I can watch my car.

I am half expecting them to drive up with a directional antenna--no point in trying to shake them if there is a locator bug stuck under the car. Memories of the chase sequence from Eric Frank Russell's classic SF novel "Wasp" where the protagonist parks in a barn and lets the Secret Police go by are flashing in my head.

It's hot; I won't be able to stay here long.

Less than 20 seconds go by, crouched down and looking out the crack between the gates, and the car with the two younger dudes goes blasting through the parking lot past right in front of me doing at least 70. They pass within 15 feet of my car. It is clearly visible, palm fronds hanging out behind it, but since it is parked, they ignore it.

After they pass, I peep out over the top of the enclosure. They stop at Cook, a main road, and 50 meters beyond where I am watching them. I have vanished! They look wildly around for ten seconds, and then screeching tires tear off to the north. I don't see the car with the older guy; perhaps he followed me into the sand and got stuck.

Back to my car, pull out the palm fronds that are stuck around the tail pipe and follow them north on Cook, turning east at the next major intersection and then north through a housing development (hard to find, most Palm Desert housing in that end of town is in gated communities.)

Eventually I come out on a street I can find on my not-very-detailed map, go further east and north to Interstate 10. The rest is an uneventful drive back to Ontario (California).

When I go by Hwy 79, the road that leads back to scientology's desert compound, I am *sorely* tempted to make the side trip and picket them again. But, as much "at cause" over clams and clam PIs as this wog is, I remind myself that this is, after all, only a hobby and Real Life calls.

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Wogs at Cause | 68 comments (35 topical, 33 editorial, 0 hidden)
+1 fp (2.44 / 9) (#14)
by circletimessquare on Fri Apr 21, 2006 at 08:04:59 PM EST

reads like fear and loathing and scientology in las vegas

fighting fucking evil cults

you're a hero

The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

Battlefield Earth rocked (1.85 / 7) (#22)
by nostalgiphile on Sat Apr 22, 2006 at 12:52:37 AM EST

By way of background context, I just had to point that out. Sorry.

"Depending on your perspective you are an optimist or a pessimist[,] and a hopeless one too." --trhurler
mission earth was awful (3.00 / 2) (#26)
by bush or kerry on Sat Apr 22, 2006 at 05:30:28 PM EST

i read all 10 books as a stupid kid starved for fiction
Let loose the juice.
[ Parent ]
agreed (none / 1) (#28)
by thejeff on Sat Apr 22, 2006 at 06:10:03 PM EST

I read the first one on a long bus ride, with nothing else left to read. It was torture. Never again. Marginally better than staring out the window for hours on end.

[ Parent ]
haha (3.00 / 6) (#40)
by DrToast on Sun Apr 23, 2006 at 08:31:50 PM EST

I's like to see the quote on a book's dust jacket...

"Marginally better than staring out the window for hours on end." - thejeff

[ Parent ]

almost me too (none / 1) (#42)
by Chewbacca Uncircumsized on Sun Apr 23, 2006 at 11:12:54 PM EST

at 8 I had to stop

[ Parent ]
Wasn't *that* bad.. (none / 1) (#60)
by sudog on Tue Apr 25, 2006 at 06:00:18 PM EST

.. all the depraved sex in it was amusing.. as was the illegal activities, half-hearted intrigue, and aspects of the main characters' body modification fetishes.

[ Parent ]
+1 FP, this is why free speech matters. (3.00 / 8) (#24)
by wobblywizard on Sat Apr 22, 2006 at 01:11:14 PM EST

Please post more of your material. Maybe a story introducing you and your fight? Anyway, good story, should go to the front page!

You never win an argument with anyone who fucks you or signs your paychecks. I just smile, bite my lip and sip my drink. --Philalawyer

Gandalf Finch is going to get you. (1.66 / 3) (#29)
by bush or kerry on Sat Apr 22, 2006 at 07:29:19 PM EST

He killed his wife you know.
Let loose the juice.
In case I didn't say it before... (2.60 / 5) (#41)
by TheNoxx on Sun Apr 23, 2006 at 09:35:56 PM EST

Welcome to K5, damn good to have you here.

In Hollywood (1.50 / 2) (#43)
by RelliK on Mon Apr 24, 2006 at 02:49:59 AM EST

there is a L. Ron Hubbard museum, a scientology "church", and another museum about the evils of psychiatry, all within maybe 10 minutes walk from each other. wow!
Under capitalism man exploits man, under communism it's just the opposite.
So to clarify (none / 1) (#56)
by eraserewind on Tue Apr 25, 2006 at 09:33:53 AM EST

You are saying that psychiatry isn't evil? :)

[ Parent ]
All Hail (none / 1) (#44)
by brain in a jar on Mon Apr 24, 2006 at 05:12:33 AM EST

A defender of freedom, torch bearer of the flame of enlightenment.

So, this sounds like it could possibly have been at least somewhat fun, if only in retrospect. What proportion of your adventures in battling scientology would you say were fun? -or are they mostly disturbing and menacing?

Life is too important, to be taken entirely seriously.

WOG stands for... (none / 1) (#45)
by bithead on Mon Apr 24, 2006 at 09:43:59 AM EST

Worthy Oriental Gentleman, or so I've read. Anyone confirm that, or better yet, what gave rise to the term?

Scientologists - can't you get people to spray for them these days?

It's a backronym (3.00 / 5) (#49)
by gidds on Mon Apr 24, 2006 at 05:37:05 PM EST

Very very very few words came from initialisms; the huge majority of initialisms were thought up later (often much, much later), as a form of 'folk etymology'. This one appears to be no exception; Wikipedia calls that explanation 'facetious' and 'apocryphal at best'.

Like many such words, a strong clue is the sheer variety of backronyms: various sites suggest Westernised Oriental Gentleman, Western Oriental Gentleman (a contradiction in terms!), Wonderful Oriental Gentleman, Wily Oriental Gentleman (the only version I've heard before), Western Oriented Gentleman (whatever that means), With Out Passport, Work Out Gardener, Ward Of Government, Worker Of Government, Wonder Of God (said to be on shirts worn by Suez Canal workers)...

As to its real origin, no-one seems at all sure. WordOrigins suggests the Italian word 'guappo' (braggart or bully) as a likely origin. COD doesn't even guess; both Chambers and Cassell's tentatively suggest it's a shortened form of 'golliwog', from 'Golliwogg', the name of a doll character in chidlren's books in the US, published from 1895.

Still, just as 'chav' does NOT stand for Council House And Violent, 'golf' ISN'T from Gentlemen Only Ladies Forbidden, and the F-word did NOT derive from any of a variety of colourful but implausible suggestions, this one too seems highly unlikely to be formed from an acronym. Sorry.

[ Parent ]

When I read the title about WOGs... (none / 1) (#58)
by sophacles on Tue Apr 25, 2006 at 02:47:19 PM EST

I thought this was an animal rights story.  Seriously I have a couple friends who have dogs that are half-breed with wolves.  They call them wogs.

In many places WOGs are "illegal" animals, and euthenized when discovered. There is this whole underground set up around them. Certain vets will ignore the indicative giant canine teeth and mandatory reporting laws (or regs or whatever).

Which is wierd, because as pets they are wonderful. As long as the owner is willing to take a firm line as Alpha Male, and exercize them properly that is.

Maybe one day that would be a good story.

[ Parent ]

pollywog (3.00 / 2) (#63)
by stoolpigeon on Tue Apr 25, 2006 at 07:21:24 PM EST

the term is a maritime term and the derogatory nature has been carried over into other uses. in naval tradition, a person is a slimy wog (pollywog gets shortened) until they go through wog day. then they become a trusty shellback.

i imagine most people reading this are slimy wogs. me, i'm a trusty shellback.
I ran. I ran so far away.
[ Parent ]
would make sense (none / 1) (#64)
by khallow on Tue May 02, 2006 at 12:30:50 PM EST

Hubbard did push his naval record a lot. And he apparently had a thing for sailing.

Stating the obvious since 1969.
[ Parent ]

Question from earlier Scientology story (3.00 / 2) (#46)
by chroma on Mon Apr 24, 2006 at 11:39:16 AM EST

An earlier K5 Scientology promted a question from me, and I guess you'd know the answer as well as anyone. Are the leaders of Scientology aware that the whole thing is a scam, or have they fooled themselves as well?

They are well aware (3.00 / 4) (#47)
by Abominable Abitur on Mon Apr 24, 2006 at 03:17:01 PM EST

That it's viewed as a scam, but since their job is to sell it, they believe they have the powers as well. Truly LRon knew it was a scam, he didn't even practice Scientology, he just took psych drugs and went off in paranoid schizophrenic delusions. I think that's the most hilarious part of Scieno, that his delusions of grandeur and schizo breaks are the basis of their religion. What an egomaniac.

I can't believe people buy this shit up. Actually I can, most junkies/addicts just replace one addiction with another. The guy my SeaOrg sister married was the epitome of addict. Every time we saw him he had some other scheme going, some way of saving the universe. Their billion year contract would be good for toilet paper if it were more absorbant.

I think it's a lot like smoking tobacco, people know it's stupid but do it anyway.

"Terrorism is only a viable "political activist" method for marginalized nutjobs, bottom line. The backlash that it causes makes it intractable for any reasonable ideology. Which is why you don't generally see wild athiest suicide bombers in america's streets." - lonelyhobo
[ Parent ]

yes, but i enjoy smoking (3.00 / 3) (#48)
by lolwhatboy on Mon Apr 24, 2006 at 04:56:28 PM EST

how can you enjoy being a Scientologist?

[ Parent ]
they find enjoyment in being constantly stroked (3.00 / 3) (#51)
by Abominable Abitur on Mon Apr 24, 2006 at 07:11:20 PM EST

for good behavior. They're improving their life and they're learning the secrets as given to them by the all around greatest guy in the world. Really it's a mindset. The first stages of indoctrination, much like the military, are to break you of independent thought to become more concerned about the welfare of the church than oneself.

You have to look at what kind of person ends up being a Scientologist. For the most part the demographic is widespread but the character traits are very similar. They've usually been marginalized in some way and Scieno provides them with something they can "do" and feel like they're improving things.

Scienos have their own language that helps them to feel different and better. Because they talk in their lingo they can keep others from learning their secrets. It also enables them to talk about others without people realizing what they're saying, kind of like what the mexican kids used to do to me. Once I found out what Gordo meant, I realized they weren't complementing me.

"Terrorism is only a viable "political activist" method for marginalized nutjobs, bottom line. The backlash that it causes makes it intractable for any reasonable ideology. Which is why you don't generally see wild athiest suicide bombers in america's streets." - lonelyhobo
[ Parent ]

constantly stroked--exactly (3.00 / 3) (#53)
by hkhenson on Mon Apr 24, 2006 at 09:47:58 PM EST

Sex, Drugs, and Cults. An evolutionary psychology perspective on why and how cult memes get a drug-like hold on people, and what might be done to mitigate the effects


In the aggregate, memes constitute human culture. Most are useful. But a whole class of memes (cults, ideologies, etc.) have no obvious replication drivers. Why are some humans highly susceptible to such memes?


[ Parent ]

reproductive advantage? (none / 1) (#65)
by khallow on Tue May 02, 2006 at 12:54:54 PM EST

A number of religions have a reproductive advantage, eg, some forms of Christianity, Islam, etc. Scientology is too young to have evolved into a reproductivity enhancing religion, but the instincts that hook people in might have coevolved with older religions.

BTW, glad to see you here.

Stating the obvious since 1969.
[ Parent ]

They aim for vulnerable people (3.00 / 4) (#59)
by The Diary Section on Tue Apr 25, 2006 at 04:31:11 PM EST

from what I've read. This is what all cults do to some extent, even "legitimate" ones. And the thing about it that people forget is that "it" often works. People have miserable lonely lives that make no sense to them and don't seem to have any trajectory. The classic existential problem I suppose. Someone turns up and offers a happier life along with a little story that they can use to construct a sort of personal historicism. Which is to say, they can think back and all the events in their lives have lead them to their moment of realisation and all their problems can be traced back to their prior failure to have had that revelation sooner. The redemption of the sinner is the basic myth here and common to most succesful modern religions. It is also a feature of things like psychotherapy where the sinner is replaced by the sufferer or victim and the moment of being "born again" is the therapeutic act itself; scientology neatly fuses the two. The fact that the story itself might be nonsense or fantastical is neither here nor there, you shouldn't underestimate the fact that to the individual, it works for them and nothing else prior to that did. You might think, with some justification, they are deluded but on a personal level its actually a quite pragmatic decision to make.

This is why expecting people to see that it might be nonsense is to miss the point to some extent. They don't care about that anymore than a person who takes an aspirin is bothered about debates between biochemists about the how active ingredients are metabolised.
Spend 10 minutes in the company of an American and you end up feeling like a Keats or a Shelley: Thin, brilliant, suave, and desperate for industrial-scale quantities of opium.
[ Parent ]

Well, it is double-think (3.00 / 2) (#50)
by Highlander on Mon Apr 24, 2006 at 06:12:07 PM EST

I believe the psychology of it is like this: if you cannot figure out that the previous level is just a scam or a silly exercise to pass a test, then you deserve to get punished, while if you scam someone, obviously then you must have reached a higher level of awareness.

There is some logic to it, isn't it?

Moderation in moderation is a good thing.
[ Parent ]

have they fooled themselves? (3.00 / 3) (#52)
by hkhenson on Mon Apr 24, 2006 at 07:36:36 PM EST

Opinions differ, but David Miscavige does not act rationally, not even by the standard of self interest.

So while the few (and declining) number of people at the top may not believe in exactly the same rubbish as the people who are just customers, I would say yes.

There are stories the L. Ron Hubbard fooled himself.

The stories have not been verified, but it has been said that he died screaming about "body thetans" under his skin.

[ Parent ]

By then you're in too deep (none / 1) (#68)
by zxcvbnm on Sat Jun 03, 2006 at 08:12:34 PM EST

If the OT stories posted online are correct (which should be verifiable sincy they apparently sue people for copyright infringement instead of libel) then they're real comical, like he didn't even try to make it believable. The way things work is that once you get to the levels where you learn the "secrets", they have such control of your life that the only thing you have left to do is keep on going and scam other people. All your friends are Scientologists, they've run security checks, they've got all your money, dirt to blackmail you with and so forth.

[ Parent ]
You have a choice (3.00 / 3) (#54)
by Orion Blastar Again on Mon Apr 24, 2006 at 10:59:00 PM EST

you can pay the church of Scientology $300,000USD or more to go through OTIII and other tests and learn about things, or you can read this article on Xenu which is about what they teach in OTIII and other tests.

Learn how to be a liberal.
I can't believe it's not Liberalism!
"Thanks for the pointers on using the internet. You're links to uncylopedia have turned my life around." -zenador

I would give $300,000 to everyone on Kuro5hin (2.00 / 2) (#55)
by r3u8rb on Tue Apr 25, 2006 at 08:07:39 AM EST

...to shield them from Wikipedia's heinous articles, if I could.

Join me on irc.slashnet.org #Kuro5hin.org - the official Kuro5hin IRC channel.
[ Parent ]
Would you rather (none / 1) (#57)
by Orion Blastar Again on Tue Apr 25, 2006 at 02:19:56 PM EST

I quote Uncyclopedia instead?

Learn how to be a liberal.
I can't believe it's not Liberalism!
"Thanks for the pointers on using the internet. You're links to uncylopedia have turned my life around." -zenador

[ Parent ]
when can you send me the checks? (none / 1) (#66)
by khallow on Tue May 02, 2006 at 12:56:05 PM EST

I'll make sure the money is properly distributed.

Stating the obvious since 1969.
[ Parent ]

It was good... (none / 1) (#61)
by thezanman on Tue Apr 25, 2006 at 06:40:57 PM EST

except the part of it where its all crap.

It ain't crap (none / 1) (#67)
by mcrbids on Wed May 17, 2006 at 05:38:41 AM EST

I've been there. I've been a Scientologist, in my early, gullible days.

It ain't crap. This is the stark, raving truth.
I kept looking around for somebody to solve the problem. Then I realized... I am somebody! -Anonymouse
[ Parent ]

no, no, no (2.50 / 2) (#62)
by stoolpigeon on Tue Apr 25, 2006 at 07:18:03 PM EST

a wog is someone who has not been initiated into the mysteries of the deep and made the transformation from slimy wog to trusty shellback. any other use of the term is just lame posing.
I ran. I ran so far away.
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