LRH, LRH... 

When I was a kid, of pre-teen age, I loved L. Ron Hubbard's Battlefield Earth. I've rear the entire 1000-page book close to 30 times (it's not as bad as it sounds, I could read it in little over a week). I didn't even know about his little cult then, and when I found out about it, I didn't really care. That one book was fun, and that was what mattered.

Until yesterday. For some reason, I went to explore the wonders of Scientology on Wikipedia.

Oh, the ego. Oh, the delusions of grandeur. Oh, the paranoia. Oh, the sheer stupidity. I would've been better off not knowing that the author of my favourite childhood book was an egotistical, lying con artist. But now the box is open, and the cat is dead. A child's fantasy shattered.

Oh, well... I suppose I can now add the Scientologists to the groups of people to annoy whenever possible.