This is the poster for Louis Theroux’s new feature-length documentary, My Scientology Movie

I haven’t seen it, but I’ve seen lots of his other documentaries and I assume, if anything, it won’t be offensive enough.

It will not be shown in Ireland due to our stupid blasphemy laws

“The major damage done by this law is international. Those countries that have an intimidating anti-blasphemy practice like to quote European countries to unmask Western hypocrisy.”

Heiner Bielefeldt


There was the lie of freedom once as
I kneeled in a grotty basement
over a mandala of frozen peas
pinching into my bones.
Rat tails writhed from my lips,
like a false prophet’s beard,
my manu-salwa
of skin and whittled bone.

There was the lie of freedom once as
I huddled in a thousand-mile confession box,
muttering the 64 chapters of hoary scripture,
chanting ninety-nine names in disenchanted whispers,
in alien words, in alien tongues.

The peas have sunk further into my flesh,
all taste has dulled from the fetid sinew.
The confession box burns around me
down to a smoking wick,
a joss stick that I lit to my release.
I tear the chapters of the book and throw them in its orange embers,
as all His names disappear from my lips.
And the darkness wavers ever so slightly.

~Saad T. Farooqi