Since so much of L. Ron's endless, pointless and generally embarrassing blather seems to have stemmed from a misguided attempt at compensating for erectile difficulties, one really begins to wonder about what kind of lifeless, mindless loser it takes to sit around during all hours of the day and cut and paste dull crap from technical journals and FDA reports, said mixture occasionally puncuated with PR handouts for cult front organizations.

If this is what Scientology does for ya, Mike, well, I'll opt in a second for a fist full of Prozac and a course of cranial e-jolts instead. For all their mixed results, next to the Hubbard racket, they're comparatively honest.

Or wait- perhaps Mr. Mike thinks his efforts will somehow postpone the inevitable collapse of the criminal cult? Ah...he should think again.

The only variable available in this matter is when, and perhaps whether which ringleaders are across the border before it's time to serve sentence.

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