Katie Holmes, run for your life

So insomnia strikes again. It was suggested that I do a post on Scientology, since that's been popping up in the news lately. I went in completely fresh, I knew nothing about it. Then I went to look it up.

Now this, folks, for those of you who don't know anything about this belief system, is some top-notch, cracker jack, killer-quality religion right here.

75 million years ago, the head of the Galactic Federation, made up of 76 planets, was a being named Xenu. Faced with an overpopulation problem, he brought beings to this planet, blew them up with hydrogen bombs, and packaged them. Their spirits now infest our bodies: he says "One's body is a mass of individual thetans stuck to oneself or to the body." Scientologists at this level try to rid themselves of these thetans (spirits) by helping each one to remember the painful experiences of being blown up like that.

This is word for word, right from a sceintology site. I thought it might be a joke site, so I checked a few more. All the same.

I actually thought, before looking this up, that this might be interesting and that I might actually kind of identify with it. But in thinking that, I was assuming that Scientology would actually have something to do with, y'know, science.

Not some alien f*cker named Xenu who figured he could solve his overcrowding problem by hydro-bombing some of his population. Thanks a lot asshole, now all the problems in my life are being caused by the spirits of all the dead aliens you murdered being stuck to my body.

This is actually a legitimate religion? How does something like that happen? How does anybody hear this and say "This sounds right to me. This is what I want to believe in." Are you that desparate for human contact? Then maybe you should join a bowling team or something.

And Tom Cruise and John Travolta, two of the biggest actors of our time, actually believe in this stuff? How can they possibly get work and not be the laughing stock of the industry?

You've just gotta love a religion that has this much balls, though. It must be murder trying to recruit people. Hell, it must be murder just trying to not get laughed at by the people you try to recruit.

But hey, it is North America after all, right? To each his own, no matter how nutty.

That Xenu guy, though... he's a crazy f*cker.

Anyways, just a couple more things before I blaze.

Apparently since I didn't sign up to put Google ads on my site, comments with ads just pop up every time I do a post. I never really check my own comments, the only time I look is if someone tells me to look. At first I was kinda mad, then I remembered that my comment board is like the vast wasteland of idiocy anyways, so maybe I'll just start posting these with no comment option. Aside from Mizzle, I don't think anyone will really be crushed, and a Works Burger will shut his word-hole. 90% of the comments I get are from e-mail anyway. So we'll see if this post gets ads.

This weekend off has been just lovely. Look for a picture of me holding a cute baby in the near future. Also played a Risk game with my wife, Mizzle and his wife. Definately one of the better ones... you've gotta love against-all-odds endings, that's all I have to say. Tomorrow I'll be a domestic B.a.D, doing laundry and jogging, maybe finish up the third Risk series with my old man. Do some notes for school... let's just say a relaxing day is planned.

Ask B.a.D's comin' next week... probably. Stay tuned.

WWE DOR 2 rocks.