Alex Barnes-Ross’ entire life can be summed up by his recent post on X: a picture of him standing alone in a cheap Halloween costume—captioned with the royal “we”—cackling maniacally at the sky, the sole participant in a “protest” he spent an entire year planning.
No one saw him. No one cared—his futile bigotry drenched like his hiking boots in the rain.
Alex Barnes-Ross has built his failed livelihood and his destroyed identity around the delusion that he is an “apostate,” one who has abandoned his religion.
Twelve years later, Barnes-Ross has learned nothing and lost everything.
In truth, Barnes-Ross was expelled from the Church of Scientology for refusing to uphold even the most basic standards of ethics and decency.
As he freely admits, “I didn’t want to leave. I got kicked out.… I was escorted to the door and told I can’t come back.”
Barnes-Ross had been ceaselessly stalking and harassing a young woman at the Church, ignoring her repeated pleas for him to stop.
Twelve years later, Barnes-Ross has learned nothing and lost everything. He has no job, no legitimate friends, and even his own mother refuses to associate with him publicly—though he still lives in her flat, unable to afford rent.
Rather than reform, Barnes-Ross has only intensified his erratic misconduct—the same misconduct that forced the Church he loved to expel him: He stalks, harasses and terrifies the community, marching around in circles and howling at the moon like a lunatic—all while blaming everyone else for his own wrongdoing.