Days of Dianetics?

Um....yeah. The Scientolowackos are apparently going to sponsor a Nascar race team. You know, we just moved back here from Clearwater, Florida, which is where the cult keeps their headquarters. OMG THEY'RE FOLLOWING ME!1!!! Needless to say, based on my previous diatribe about my complete and utter disdain for ol' Tommy Tom, you can bet if I see him at a race I'll be sorely tempted to donkey-kick him in the junk. Although if Katie's around I may try to make nice with her and to offer her my spare room as a stop on the Freedom Railroad to escape the enslavement. You can do it, Joey Potter! I have faith in you! We'll call Pacey and he'll come and sweep you off to happily-ever-after land. Baby Suri, too!

I do find it funny, though that Scientology is attempting to infiltrate what has got to be one of the most fundamentalist Christian of sports. There is a pretty big following among the team members with prayer breakfasts and such. While my husband and I joke about how crazy the fundies around here are, in many ways they are more scary than the Scientologists, because of their veneer of respectability and the propensity towards blind obesiance by it's members. The Hubbardites better pack a lunch and be prepared to get their backs dirty, because they'll be walking right into the crosshairs of Bushies. It's gonna be quite the showdown. My money's on Jesus. I think he's gonna shove his sandaled foot right up Hubbard's butt, and then lap him around the track.