“Bottom line is that I have had a totally criminal moral code and operated with a totally criminal mind attitude that I have not fully confronted (even down to lying about lying and doing illegal things).”— Mike Rinder
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“Bottom line is that I have had a totally criminal moral code and operated with a totally criminal mind attitude that I have not fully confronted (even down to lying about lying and doing illegal things).”— Mike Rinder
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A Brief Chronology Of
Monumental Disasters
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“I am afraid of my potential for
destruction.” —Mike Rinder
And so he should have been afraid. For so intense and vicious is Rinder’s hatred for anyone associated with Scientology that it ultimately destroyed every meaningful relationship he ever had… beginning with the family he abandoned for the fact they remain Scientologists. Here’s the unvarnished story on that most unforgiving and reprehensible aspect of Rinder’s hate-driven character, with a few pointed highlights for starters:
Rinder, 55, was born in Australia. His parents became
Scientologists in 1960 and were recognized as Founding
Scientologists in the land Down Under in the late ‘60s. His mother,
brother and sister remain active, engaged and committed
Scientologists. In 2007, after severing all ties with his Church, Rinder abruptly and callously abandoned his wife of more than 30 years and their children, one of whom would subsequently wage an excruciating war against cancer. As his wife Cathy Bernardini tells it in a sworn affidavit to CNN: “In April 2009, I went to see Mike in Denver, but he didn’t want to see me. I tried to get in communication so he could be informed of family matters such as [our son’s] illness, but he adamantly did not want to talk to me or see me, so I flew back to L.A.” At this point, one might reasonably ask: What kind of father would do such a thing? And how could he live with himself? For Rinder, however, it was just another dismal act in a well-practiced melodrama of his so-called life. The story of his family in Australia is especially ironic, inasmuch as many years ago what amounted to a Mike Rinder “prototype” precipitated a short-lived prejudicial and unconstitutional ban on practicing Scientology in the Australian state of Victoria. Accordingly, the Rinder family lore includes many a story of secreting L. Ron Hubbard books beneath floorboards lest authorities raid the home, and the family triumphantly fighting to overturn the illegal ban. Even more to the point, a Policy Letter by L. Ron Hubbard enumerating suppressive acts against Scientology and Scientologists was originally issued in the wake of that ban. And, indeed, that Policy Letter cites the very same acts Mike Rinder is perpetrating today, including: “Being at the hire of anti-Scientology groups or persons.” “Receiving money, favors or encouragement to suppress Scientology or Scientologists.” And, “Seeking to splinter off an area of Scientology and deny it to properly constituted authority for personal profit, personal power or ‘to save the organization from the higher officers of Scientology.’” It was certainly not for nothing, then, that 79-year-old Barbara Rinder penned this to her son Mike in a painstaking hand that betrays her age and maternal wisdom: “Michael, you are destroying everything that I am and I have been trying to achieve for the personal freedom for all family members since 1961. I need a promise from you to desist from these actions. “It is important for me to know that this situation is handled promptly, because there is not a lot of mileage left in this body. I feel I must get it totally understood that I will not tolerate your enemy actions, and I must insist you stop.” Beyond that, the letter contains nothing even vaguely antagonizing and closes with a simple “Your mother, Barbara.” Rinder never bothered to respond. For all intents and purposes, however, he has indeed betrayed everything his mother is and all she worked to achieve. While if only to cap it with the height of bad taste, he soon took up with another rancorous anti-Scientologist, Christie Collbran, a woman young enough to be his daughter and someone else who shattered the hearts of her parents. (See Mike Rinder’s Live-in Media Puppet, Christie Collbran .) All came to an ugly head on April 14, 2010, when Rinder and three cohorts appeared at the front door of the Fort Harrison, the Church’s religious retreat in Clearwater. They came lugging video and sound recording equipment, akin to an ad hoc news crew. Their ostensible purpose? Rinder claims he finally wanted to speak with his 27-year-old son, a Sea Org member who had just recovered from a three-year fight against a life-threatening form of cancer. When an officer finally speaks with Rinder’s
son, the young man categorically states that he does not
wish to see his father—paternally born again or otherwise.
That the eventual recovery of the young man was only made possible because the Church and its leader enlisted the world’s foremost specialist in malignant melanoma makes this chapter of Rinder’s life even uglier—not to mention ironic. While if only to cap that one with yet another lesson in bad taste: For months Rinder had lived but a 25-minute drive from his son and yet never once bothered to inquire about his health, let alone attempt to see him. All of this, in addition to having ignored the boy for more than 20 years, was irrelevant to Rinder. He now wished to play the conscientious father, albeit one who is chauffeured by a girlfriend (Collbran) not much older than his son, and one who brings along a “bodyguard” (Rathbun). To top it off, he planned to videotape the whole “tearful” reunion and flog it to some other tabloid. Predictably, if disappointingly for the now “Born Again Dad,” Rinder’s performance is a dismal flop. He is met by Church officials and police officers, the latter none too pleased that Rinder and Rathbun are begging for a fight. Moreover, when an officer finally speaks with Rinder’s son, the young man categorically states that he does not wish to see his father—paternally born again or otherwise. Rinder, in turn, takes the news with all the emotional response one would naturally expect from a “loving father” when his son denies him: He turns to the camera and exclaims: “You can stop saying I don’t want to see my kid, because now I’ve proven you won’t let me see my kid!” (While adding that it’s “all documented” on video “for the BBC”—for whom it is reported Rinder has negotiated a six-figure deal to tell the “truth” about his former Church, friends, and, obviously, his family.) All present—save for Rathbun—are entirely nonplussed that anyone, even Rinder, would so bluntly and blatantly lie about the Church “preventing” him from seeing his son. Moreover, Rinder wasn’t even remotely bothered that his son refused to see him, owing to the hatred he elicits for the Church to which his son and entire family are dedicated. But, of course, for Rinder it was never about his son; it was about the media, always the media. (For the record, when Rinder and gang are finally cited for loitering and prowling, they all knowingly provided the police with false home addresses.) Rinder wasn’t even remotely bothered that his son refused to see him, owing to the hatred he elicits for the Church to which his son and entire family are dedicated. But, of course, for Rinder it was never about his son; it was about the media, always the media.There is substantially more and it all but puts the final nail in the coffin of Rinder’s unhinged mental state and hastens his Kafkaesque metamorphosis into oblivion. Shortly after the Rinder/Rathbun/Collbran attempted ambush of Rinder’s son, wherein Rinder claimed the Church wouldn’t “allow” him to “see his family,” Rinder’s Scientologist brother Andrew flew from Melbourne, Australia, a journey of more than 10,000 miles, to do just that—see his brother. On landing in Florida, he meets up with Rinder’s wife, Cathy Bernardini, and Rinder’s own daughter, who have traveled from Los Angeles. The family members eventually find Rinder outside a doctor’s office in Clearwater where he has taken Collbran for acupuncture treatment. He is standing on the sidewalk, merrily chatting on his mobile phone. When he sees his brother, wife and daughter approaching, he instantly goes into shock. In point of fact—and this after not seeing his brother, wife and daughter in years— he tells his family that it’s the press on the other end of his phone, and that he’s talking to the press about them. After which, and shockingly so, he hangs up and then speed-dials the local police to make a complaint that his family is “trying to see him.” At which point the encounter devolves into a genuinely violent confrontation, as Rinder grabs hold of his wife’s arms in a vice-like grip—causing lacerations which bled so much that paramedics were called to come and give her first aid. She said of that day in Clearwater, “Mike’s hands were gripping my arms so tightly I could feel his fingers actually digging into my bones.” After he finally let her go, she tried to show him the damage he had done. His response was characteristically Rinder, the anti-family man: “I don’t care, you f***ing bitch!” For whatever reason, perhaps humility, Andrew Rinder did not mention to the paramedics that his own finger was nearly broken by his brother in the attack. Needless to say, the “loving” father who had tried to ambush his son days earlier, now contemptuously rejects his own daughter when she does try to talk to him. “Mike’s hands were gripping my arms so tightly
I could feel his fingers actually digging into my bones.” After he
finally let her go, she tried to show him the damage he had done.
His response was characteristically Rinder, the anti-family man: “I
don’t care, you f***ing bitch!”
Similarly, after receiving further medical care, Rinder’s wife and daughter return to Los Angeles battered and emotionally bruised. Meanwhile, Mike Rinder couldn’t care less. Except to make his next call wherein he spins a wild version of the episode to the local tabloid. The theme, as always, makes him the “victim.” And his wife? Somehow, she “got injured.” Calls to the paper inquiring whether Rinder was paid for his story have not been returned. Bernardini was no match for her beefy husband, whose hands, she says, are “twice as big as mine.” Weeks after the incident, her left forearm still showed blotchy red abrasions turning black and blue, and her right forearm, heavily bandaged, showed red-clawed flesh that a specialist said would take several months to heal. Today, Mike Rinder’s metamorphosis is complete: from mental instability to full-blown lunacy and physical violence. And it’s now directed at all Scientologists—even his own family. As for Rinder’s denial to law enforcement and the press that the harm to his wife, Cathy, had been caused by him—corroboration came from an independent source. For it seems that forcefully grabbing the arms of women is a standard part of his behavior. Then again, lying about it, and coaching others to corroborate his lies, is another daily routine. (See Rinder: The Lady-Killer .) |
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The Chronicles of Betrayal S.P. TIMES SOURCE #1 “So Marty tells us that he hit a wall, he couldn’t take it anymore and so that when the rest of the group went back to the room, he snuck away and left on his motorcycle.” —Tom Tobin But what he did not tell S.P. Times reporters Tom Tobin and Joe Childs was, in his own words, “a web of lies so complex it would take pages to recount.” RATHBUN'S
POSSE
Included in the chronicle:
12 noon, Tuesday, February 3, 2004:In what he himself describes as a “surrealistic scene,” Rathbun tells of deserting and heading for the desert, where he cruises to a stop and approaches the father of a nine-year-old boy. “I know this doesn’t make any sense,” he tells the father, “but this is my bike and I don’t need it no more. And your kid loves it, so take the bike.” As it certainly did not make sense, police were soon contacting the Church address where the bike was registered to find out if the bike had been stolen. For, after all, what right-minded individual would give a 550 cc motorcycle to a kid who could hardly see over the handlebars much less mount the thing. Regardless, Rathbun then rents a nondescript vehicle and heads north along the California coast with a bottle of Jose Cuervo tequila on the passenger seat. The next morning, he awakens amidst the wreckage, telephones his wife in tears, and makes his way to the Scientology retreat in Clearwater, Florida. There, he is provided a three-bedroom, two-bath apartment shared with a pet chihuahua. He is additionally provided with upwards of $85,000 in medical care to treat a shopping list of outstanding complaints, including:
Following his 10-month sabbatical, on Sunday, December 12, 2004, he ended his career in the Sea Organization, which he described to the S.P. Times :
“It was the last day of the football season and all I
wanted to do was watch a football game. So on a Sunday, I put an
extra change of underwear in my carry bag [and] just kept walking.
Found a hole in the wall bar, got drunk with some guy off the
street, hung out till four o’clock in the morning, ate a pizza in
the park with the guy, then got on a bus for Orlando.... So much for his story that he left in protest of “abuses” endured... While as for what other tales Rathbun would tell after munching pizza in a park, he was soon to inform Church officials of a “five-year plan” to inaugurate a grassroots campaign for L. Ron Hubbard’s Study Technology. It was by no means an impossible dream and such programs are already extant in disadvantaged neighborhoods all over Tampa Bay. But by the end of those five years, Rathbun was hardly rolling out a literacy program. On the contrary, he was sinking into oblivion. Out of the Park and Into the PitRathbun now lives, by his own description, in a stilt house in Texas with his girlfriend and dog. He claims to be a writer but according to one of those he’s been soliciting for employment, he in fact pushes a broom to make ends meet. Appearing on Rathbun’s web page is a photograph of himself arm in arm with one Jason Beghe who is a more often than not unemployed actor who is best known for casting himself in the role of a vocal and disturbed ex-Scientologist. He is known across the Internet fringe as a poster-child for Anonymous cyber-terrorists who have repeatedly targeted Churches of Scientology. Beghe is further known to have orchestrated hate marches, most notably at Churches of Scientology in New York and San Francisco. He is joined at the latter by long-time anti-religious litigant and hatemonger Larry Wollersheim. Ironically enough, it was none other than Rathbun who was responsible for defending the Church from Wollersheim. This was one of his first major legal subversions when he torpedoed an early settlement so he could fight instead. Beghe is additionally known as a paid mouthpiece for Germany’s foremost anti-religionist, Ursula Caberta, and his portrait now hangs in the Los Angeles County Criminal Justice Division for aggravated assault of a process server—an assault committed while the Times was preparing this story. Hence, the retort to Tom Tobin when attempting to characterize
Rathbun as a practicing Scientologist: “So that’s who Rathbun is associating with. He’s the very antithesis of a Scientologist and a self-appointed enemy.” Meanwhile, his “client” and “webmaster” Steve Hall claims he created the universe in league with Jesus Christ and Gautama Siddhartha Buddha.
“So what’s your theory of the case? That these people
have overactive imaginations and just invented all these things out
of whole cloth?”
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Public Announcement
This document was self originated and self authored by Marty
Rathbun. It is a description of his misconduct, failings and
ecclesiastic crimes-in his own words. This document was provided to
the S.P. Times.
28 September 2003 Public AnnouncementI am writing this public announcement to inform executives and staff that I have come to my senses and I am no longer committing present time overts and have ceased all attacks and suppressions on Scientology. I am applying Steps A-E of HCO PL Suppressive Acts Suppression of Scientology and Scientologists because my continuous actions over the past two decades have suppressed Scientology dissemination and the purposes of this base. It has been carefully masked by a facade of being important or working on important things. It is all the more insidious because that “importance” has been by association with COB. ... I instigated a pattern of operation that is 180 degrees opposite to the purpose of orgs, this base, and ethics and justice. By enforcing parts of this pattern on others by order or example, I have driven in the following pattern. Hear of a bugged production area. Bypass all seniors and base HCOs, and find a target.… Interrogate the individual for personal out ethics and bad intentions. Write up a report…that contains lurid details, making the target out to be an incorrigible threat. Write it in such a way that some senior or [personnel officer] feels compelled to take the target off post or tell the person myself he is busted. Write the report in such a way to justify my existence by proving the base is dangerous and requires my “services.” Do nothing to get the target replaced. Do nothing to get out the product that the target was not getting produced. … The end result is unmocked org form, overworked and enturbulated executives and staff, bad news about the intentions and activities of staff members, lowering production and morale and the creation of “threats” to justify my own existence and suppressive operating basis. This suppressive operating basis was employed to try to maintain the false impression that I have some other production record externally that warrants me maintaining a high position. In fact, this is a fraud I have perpetrated. On external lines my operation is the same—it consists of the [suppressive] characteristic of only restimulating and never destimulating. That is, when there is a threatening situation or suit, I get the [external affairs] staff and attorneys wound up toward “destroying the threat.” This has resulted in some very expensive situations becoming much bigger than they were (specifically the Wollersheim case…) and winding up on COB’s plate to terminatedly handle. Each and every time on major situations, COB has had to intervene to clean up wars I had exacerbated. For example, left to my own devices in handling IRS litigation, the end result would undoubtedly have been no exemption, a billion-dollar tax bill, and possible shutting down of the Church. I have developed a slick false PR technique of positioning myself as having been integral in handling threats during and after the fact, when they are actually terminatedly handled by COB. By calculation I have lost the Church 43 million dollars on losses and expenses that could have been avoided. By perpetuating these operations internally and externally, the worst suppression has been visited upon COB RTC. It is the worst suppression because COB RTC is the person who has single-handedly salvaged Scientology from potential external ruin, and single-handedly salvaged Scientology itself by holding the line technically, administratively, and on dissemination. Had he not been here and done what he has, Scientology would have been lost. There is no slightest doubt about that. The cumulative amount of COB’s time I have cost in terms of dropping balls, creating situations internally and externally, is on the order of eight years. If that time were recouped, there is no doubt we would have at least double to triple the amount of orgs, …we’d have thousands of missions…and we would be very well on the way to a clear planet. The motivations for these acts are a psychotic computation for self-preservation: keep enough chaos and threat stirred up in the environment, make myself appear to be a solution to it instead of the instigator of it, and lots of people go down and remain in turmoil while I go unrecognized as the source of it and survive. I recognize my actions have been unfounded and ignorant and destructive in the extreme. There is no conspiracy connected with this pattern of suppression, except a portion of it. That is Mike Rinder who has gone into tacit agreement with me on making nothing of situations, false reporting on them, and allowing them to expand until they explode on COB’s plate to handle. The rest of the operation described in this announcement is an individuated and psychotic activity. I know of no one who agrees with it or condones it, or who participated in some part of it except by having been sufficiently electrified or intimidated by me to act reactively or to think it was somehow pro-survival for the group. (signed by Marty Rathbun) |
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