Freaky-deaky

I have officially Weirded Myself Out. Actually, I blame Tom Cruise.

I saw a link to this video yesterday while doing some random blog reading. I really don't give a red ripe rat's ass about Tom Cruise and his shenanigans, but for some reason I clicked. And I was appalled! WTF?!? All I knew about Scientology was that it was "invented" by a science fiction writer, which is about as good a qualification as any, I suppose. Unfortunately it doesn't even sound like good science fiction*.

Of course I immediately emailed my sister, who, being a good follower of the media knew all about it and sent me some other fascinating/repelling links in return. That's what really got me going. Wikipedia**, Xenu.net, even an article from MTV translating what Tom was babbling about in that video.

Then my sister emails me:

I'm THIS CLOSE to getting a T-shirt that reads, 'SP (Suppressive Person)'.

Scientology rented space at our local mall last year (right at the main mall entrance). One of their glassy-eyed Sci-bots approached me, and I told him to step back, because I'm an SP. He did... and later I checked my tires in the parking lot to ensure they weren't slashed."

Awesome! That sent me running to the internet to find just such a shirt. I'm afraid I must someday own one.

It's funny until you learn that people actually believe it and will pay for the privilege. WTF, indeed. That's some expensive mediocre sci-fi.

*Yes, I read a lot of sci-fi/fantasy. I told you I was a geek.

**Read LRH's entry, too. In the words of Bugs Bunny, What a maroon!