After Tom Cruise lost his mind on Oprah's couch around two years ago, I haven't been able to tolerate him. He's managed to convince himself that he's this big Scientology God up on the Hollywood sign looking down on all us less fortunate folk whom are too poor to throw down the dough we need in order to become our own Scientology Gods.
And now other celebs are converting just so they can shmooze with the other A-list Scientologists. Maybe they have dinner parties on the weekends where they wear tinfoil hats and baste their naked malnourished bodies in Crisco and sacrifice virgins to the alter of L. Ron Hubbard. Oh, no wait, I'm sorry, sacrifice virgins to Suri Cruise, since her crazy-ass father managed to convince himself that his only biological daughter is the reincarnation of L. Ron Hubbard.
I cannot begin to convey how glad I am to have grown up on the East Coast.
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