There has been quite a bit of talk about Scientology in the media lately. It’s all because that chick who showed her tits in that one movie about the psychic mom that Billy Bob Thorton was involved in somehow or another is about to convert because Maverick told her to. Fair enough. I know more about Scientology now than I ever thought I’d be able to afford. The most important thing you need to know about this religion is that Xenu is a bad alien. He killed off a bunch of other aliens that now cling to humans. Your job is to get them off you. Godspeed sucker! If you’re a good and wealthy Scientologist you hope to someday see Xenu. He’s on top of a mountain somewhere in a cage. I hear the trip makes for a bitchin’ holiday weekend.
My wife and I were talking about how much of a fucktard you have to be to buy this load of shit. This of course turned into a whole conversation about religion. Around here you usually have to be drunk to bring up religion but this was a special case. I then suggested that you also have to be somewhat of a dimwit to believe any religion, not just ones with kick-ass aliens.
I was raised a good Christian boy…still am…can’t ya tell? So why is it that I’m willing to shun reality and believe that the son of God died for me, rose from the dead, walked on water, turned water into wine…the list goes on…perhaps you know the list too. Why is it that all of this seems perfectly plausible but Xenu doesn’t? People that believe Scientology aren’t a bunch of retards…OK maybe they are…I doubt it but maybe they are. We Christians ain’t all that slow either…tortured maybe…self-doubting … probably … deprived…definitely…but we sure as shit ain’t stupid…at least I ain’t…I know when to be ashamed… always.
Anyhoo…I hope we’re all right. I hope we’ll all meet at the big KISS concert in the sky. I hope that as long as you believe in something you’ll get in…but probably not. Here’s a tip…when in doubt…go with Drew’s hunch. Long live Xenu.