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STORMING L. RON Hubbard’s NYC Church of Scientology is under siege. By social media warriors enacting a mass dare to burst through the doors and wreck havoc.

First, a flash mob descended on its Times Square hub back on May 2.

That incident garnered some big headlines.

Less known was two days later when two screaming perps, 20 and 18, were chased out of the Church’s East 82nd Street property.

When a staffer pursued them the 20-year-old goon from New Jersey retorted, “You’re lucky I don’t fuck you up!”

Another casted aspersions against the Church, shouting, "You guys are running a criminal organization. Tell me about the stolen funds."

That same headstrong trespasser further taunted the workers adding, “Watch me not going to jail” as he fled down a flight of stairs.

Once downstairs, the same suspect stood toe-to-toe with a security guard and told him, “You’re lucky I don’t fuck you up.”

They were able to make a clean getaway.

But the force wasn’t very mighty with them on that May 4 day.

Because on May 13 — the coppers caught up to them and they were soon charged with burglary (as a hate crime), criminal trespass (as a hate crime) and aggravated harassment (based on race/religion).

THE COPS WERE wise to the patriarch’s dark secret. 

Inside his 193rd Street home whatever lack of sleep the 28-year-old father and his 6-year-old son was getting that May 26 morning — was further interrupted when the cops showed up to search the place. 

They came knocking at 5 a.m. and with the warrant confiscated 376 grams (13 ounces) of heroin (street value upwards of $27,000), an unspecified amount of synthetic drugs, and heaps of pills. 

Officers also took possession of a high capacity ammo feed device, various other ammunition, and brass knuckles. 

The poor fatherly example the suspect made was dealt with in open court with the perp getting hit with narco trafficking charges, ammunition possession, along with acting in a manner injurious to a child.

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A NEIGHBORHOOD SLICE spot was taken by a customer trying to steal away after a midnight meal.

The 36-year-old grubbing goon walked into Joe’s Pizza located on 5th Avenue and 11th Street at around 12 a.m. on May 4. 

The man ordered three slices. 

When the order was served — the pizza perp gobbled every crumb. 

He was given the tab and cops say he turned cross and refused to pay a cent. 

That decision brought on the kind of reaction that in cartoons sends the chef out with a weaponized pan and a cauldron of boiling water in the other hand. 

Shortly after the hungry heist, cops took the mastermind into custody and charged him with failure to pay based on stealth (dine and dash).

A SMALL DRIVING infraction graduated to firearm felony. 

Pals wheeling around Queens in the middle of the night on April 30. 

The 22-year-old driver along with three others (all 22 and 21) were inside a black 2015 Nissan. 

Just before 3 a.m., they approached a red light at the intersection of 234th Street and Merrick Boulevard — the driver decided to whip a U-ey. 

The cops were within eyeshot and executed a traffic stop. 

The officers first noticed a red cup filled with some kind of alcoholic libation. 

They also found over a liter handle of Don Julio tequila resting on the passenger side floorboard. 

Most concerning was the loaded black Taurus G2 9mm pistol in the center console. 

Neither the driver nor the Nissan’s occupants were permitted to pack heat. 

All were hit with the weapons charge along with consumption of alcohol in a motor vehicle. 

A TRIO TARGETED two CVS stores three minutes away from each other. 

They struck at around 5:30 p.m. on April 10. 

Their first target was the CVS located on Victory Boulevard.

Once inside the three, one man wearing a gray and maroon jacket and a cross-body bag, bagged a bunch of goodies including 100 ELF and Maybelline items. 

Among the booty includes lip oil, concealer, bronzer, and blushes. 

The suspects filled up with the stolen stuff and then evaporated. 

Two hours later the same suspected bandits entered a CVS on Manor Road. 

They got a bit greedier. 

That included 244 ELF beauty products. That meant stocking up on more lip oil, concealer, bronzer, and blushes. 

And again the suspects fled without tendering the purchase. 

The one suspect in the maroon and grey getup was netted. The other two remain outstanding. 

He was charged with grand larceny (in excess of $3,000), grand larceny ($1,000), grand larceny (retail good scheme), and criminal possession of stolen property.

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HE HELPLESSLY WATCHED his girlfriend slain by a cinderblock missile.

And he’s convinced that there was a cover-up at the top of the police perch to protect one of the youngster slayers.

Forty-seven years ago Bridget Manderson was fatally felled by a most bizarre circumstance: a wayward chunk of concrete launched from a Queens rooftop.

It was June 4, 1979, when the 25-year-old model was walking down a set of stairs in an attempt to leave from her building at 7-25 166th Street in Whitestone, Queens.

Her beau, Mounir Badaan, was right by her side.

And it was Badaan who suffered the sight of seeing the six-pound concrete cinder block hurled off the rooftop of Manderson’s nine-story edifice as part of a 32-complex Le Havre Apartments completed in the 1950s.

“We were both walking down the stairs together and there’s a dog coming up,” the now 86-year-old man told The Blotter. “A dog walking with a couple.

“And Bridget doesn't want the dog to jump on her pants. So I switched places with her.”

That decision changed everything.

“When we switched places – then BOOM — the stone fell down.”

Indeed, it was a headshot. And it killed her.

At the time, cops probing the homicide said there was no indication that she was the intended target.

Manderson had worked as a showroom model in Manhattan and lived with a female roommate for a year prior to her death.

Neighbors had been crying foul not long before Manderson’s sudden death that there were rascal kids constantly throwing projectiles off the same roof.

But they were the likes of soda cans, bottles and even eats like eggs, muffins, and biscuits.

Never something as heavy as a cinderblock. 

Witnesses living in the building informed detectives that they heard rowdy youths stirring up mischief on the roof prior to the incident and even heard footsteps and running down the stairs immediately following the impact.

That fact helped piece together the theory that kids were the culprits.

Although a murder charge against the person responsible may require proving intent, police said there is a case to be made for a criminally negligent homicide charge.

"Those responsible have yet to answer for this crime," quoted Queens District Attorney Melinda Katz.

Her office is asking for tips from the public that may provide the break needed to make an arrest in the cold case.

Below is an exclusive Q&A between The Blotter and Manderson’s grieving boyfriend, Mounir Badaan.

THE BLOTTER [TB]: What happened after the incident and through the years?
MOUNIR BADAAN [MB]: Last I heard it was the son of a chief of the police who was up there. And afterward they [the police] covered up everything and they hid everything. So no, nothing happened. 

TB: Have investigators stayed in touch with you?
MB: Never. The weeks after or year after or nothing — nothing happened. 

TB: Incredible.
MB: We tried we tried to sue and everything, but then I just walked away from it.
TB: You did? 

MB: Yes.
TB: Do you remember the day, like how it happened?
MB: I mean, you're talking about 50 years ago.
TB: I understand. I wondered where you both were heading?
MB: We were both walking down the stairs together and there’s a dog coming up. A dog walking with a couple. And Bridget doesn't want the dog to jump on her pants. So, so I switched places with her. And then when we switched places – then BOOM — the stone fell down.
TB: Do you remember what the stone look like?
MB: A big cement block. It was a block from the building.
TB: Okay. 

MB: I thought it fell out of the building and then realized that there was kids on the roof. But the kids, one of the kids was the son of the chief of the police, so and they covered everything up. They did a good job.
TB: And just how do you respectfully, just so I understand, how do you know one of them was a chief of police son?
MB:
Because somebody told me afterwards, I kept trying to investigate what's going on. Nobody could tell me anything, then a friend of a friend. I heard this is what I heard. 
So I don't. Actually, actually, that's not true. Maybe five, six years ago, somebody called me saying they were detective people and said, I know the guy that was involved, and not really go much further than that. TB: The building that you were in, did you stay with her there? MB: No, I was just picking up. 
We went there to change our clothes because we're going to see a show.
TB: Do you remember the show? MB: It was The Phantom of the Opera.
TB:
Were you heading to Manhattan. MB: Because she got dirt on her pants we went back to her place to change. So we had dinner, and then we went there to her house, and then we, we, we coming back.
We're supposed to come back and go to the show and we never made it.
TB: She was a model, right?
MB: Yep. 

TB: How have you been coping over these past years?
MB: That's too much news for me. I give you all I could give you at this moment. TB: Before you go, what do you want to happen?
MB: I want to have justice. That's all. Not because your dad is the chief of the police and you [think you can] do whatever you want. So that's all. 

TB: And and would it be any any consolation to get a hold of somebody that might know like who the person is that potentially tossed the mortar?
MB: I don't know. Don't know anybody. I dropped it a long time ago.
TB: And just to be sure here, no one's ever come forward and apologized in any direct or indirect way?
MB: No. Never.

A MAN’S BOOKBAG was bait for a greedy pilferer.

Late afternoon on May 30, a 61-year-old man was accosted by a hood as he outside on East 221nd Street off Bronxwood Avenue.

The punk jousted with the victim until he was done talking and ripped his bag from him and then with a pistol fire one shot into the man’s left leg.

He remains on the loose.

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