Earlier this year Scientologists got their undies in knot over
this New Yorker article.
So yesterday I'm walking out of the Conde Nast building and one of the SciBorgs hands me a hard copy of
this. It is quite retarded and reads as if it were written by an autistic lower primate, but I must admit it is quite slick. And each copy includes a frigging DVD. It must have cost them a fortune to produce. I wonder how Scientollywogs feel about the monumental waste of money--money which came out of their pockets. Prolly like this: