Post by monsterzero on Jul 10, 2005 14:46:56 GMT -4
Crap, now I have even less respect for that dirty old man. And I used to love his books. Bah, Heinlein is dead to me. And not just because he's, you know, dead.
Eh, Heinlein probably helped out on some parts of Dianetics just as a favor to Joseph Campbell who was editor of Amazing Stories way back when. Campbell was really suckered into Hubbard's delusional assholishness to the extent where he would try to get any writer of sci-fi into it. A very good example is Alfred Bester's own essay in Redemolished where he explains that while he liked that Campbell brought his stories and liked them, he only met the man once and that's because the man would not stop talking about Dianetics. Considering that Heinlein really hated religion (check out that edition of Revolt in 2100 with that Lazarus Long novel to see why he didn't write the parts of Future History featuring that Jesus Bastard President that brings about the theocracy because Heinlein personally hated him so much), it's not that far of a stretch to think that Campbell probably nagged him to create something and be done with it.
That said, I agree with the dirty old man part of Heinlein but he didn't really grow into it. Come on, in Farnham's Freehold he was already playing with the idea of socially-acceptable incest and very weird mother/son Freudian issues. It was always there, but it's better than ripping people off with some cheapjack schizo delusion bullshit.
What is the Clam's natural enemy? Maybe there should be a cult dedicated to that and the destruciton of scientology.
Pearls, maybe? Give a Clam a pearl necklace and they'll freak out. Wait, that doesn't sound right...
Exactly! I mean, if you're gonna choose a religion based on a work of sci-fi, at least go with GOOD sci-fi. Say H. P. Lovecraft.
Cthulhu Fhtagn!
Cthulhu Fhtagn!
Hell yeah! Support a God to whom all humans are just immaterial in the grand design. But how will Cruise dance on the couches screaming that?
Just imagine what a cult started by Phil K. Dick fans would be like! First you gooble down enough speed to give a horse a stroke and then sit back, relax and wait for the pink laser to beam hidden gnostic knowledge into your brain.
And then Valis comes and you have to deal with a clone of either Eric Clampton or Peter Frampton. And then? You have to figure out your simulacrum in a post-nuclear waste where either the Nazis and the Japanese divided up the United States or everybody has flippers.
My reaction to the entire article: Eh, Johnny was young. At least he's not a clam.
He's a normal human being who should really get back to making the Rum Diaries. Come on, man!
Anybody know where I can get a shirt that says "Suppressive and proud of it!"?
No, but for a mere $20 you can buy my 'Fuck Xenu' t-shirt which has a pic of Clhuthu above it and for an extra $5 get my special 'W with a swastika on his forehead' shirt. It's a beefy tee, for your comfort.
