[ via Doc ] Cintra Wilson watched the Academy Awards, and found that el Ron Hubbard’s pet robot boy was well on his way to becoming an evil god:
People in the audience started laughing, until they realized that Tom was Not Being Funny At All. He was chosen to frankly address the post-Sept. 11 whither-the-Oscars conundrum head-on. “Should we celebrate the magic the movies bring? Now?” Tom asked, his eyes boring into the eyes of the TV multitudes and implanting rays of total domination. “Dare I say it?” He flashed a smirk with his robotically flawless teeth. “More than EVER,” he hissed, laying on his most Extreme Scientological Unction. He had been commanded by the Elders to Obi-Wan-Kenobi-ize the audience into rebelieving in the importance of the obscenely superfluous Oscars. Tom Cruise is becoming the Scary Flaming Eye from “The Lord of the Rings,” and I fear that nobody can stop him.
Wilson’s spot on. Hollywood’s become Mordor, dispatching Black Riders in the guise of lawyers and lobbyists to liquidate anyone denouncing Scientology, routing around the charred waste of commercial radio, or refusing to bow down before the beautiful and terrible Goddess of the Trailer Park.
I skipped watching the show, why should I give tacit support to an industry who’s current stated goal is to become a government sanctioned monopoly with police powers, and whose leaders consider every Citizen with a turing machine to be a terrorist?
