Going Clear: Scientology and the Prison of Belief
I love cults. Something about them. The antipode to nature, really, while pretending to BE nature.
They're such a brilliant way for some to work out their huge ego problems on one end, and for others, the subjugated, to work out theirs on the other.
The problem, really? Being a mess makes you stupid.
Don't be a mess. Don't be stupid.