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Starting
Your Own Cult, with Dr. Emeril Lazarus
Being Chosen by the
Almighty on high can be difficult at times. It's a rare and heavy burden
to minister to your flock, and the pressing details of day-to-day micro-management
of organizing your cult can be stressful--not just for you, but for all
the loving followers who hang on to your every Word. Why not relieve some
of that pressure with a little fun-time?
Pretending to be insane
is a good way to get the laughs rolling again.
You've all worked
hard, especially you, and chances are that tempers are getting short and
your flock is feeling a little stir-crazy cooped-up in the bunker like
they are, separated for their own good from the devil-induced corruption
of the outside world. Relieve the tension before someone gets hurt!
Your followers know
you as The Word, The Chosen One, A True Prophet, a Man (or Woman) of weighty
substance and Carrier of The Divine Mission. Let them also know you as
having a sense of humour.
A good place to start
is to not shave or bath for several weeks. You may not be doing this anyway,
so you may have to improvise by rolling in ashes or cow dung. Then walk
around the compound with your arms straight out and pretend to be a zombie,
saying things like "Give me your first-born" or other trite
nonsense in a halting voice. This should spark a smile or two.
While you're in your
extra-filthy condition get really close to someone and sniff at them like
a dog before proclaiming that they smell funny.
If you have a communal
shower deign to show up and insist that everyone under the cold water
taps sing Gilbert and Sullivan songs. Gilbert and Sullivan always bring
a smile to everyone's lips, and those under the water will appreciate
the diversion from pondering their sins.
The activities
and choices are limitless. When my cult The Glorious Children of the Third
Star was going bonkers in our cave awaiting the Day of Judgment I would
force the whole group to sit cross-legged on the rocky floor and expound
for hours on the Religious Significance of Garfield comics. Of course,
no one was allowed to laugh out loud, but I could tell from the tears
in their eyes that my People enjoyed stress-relieving antics of America's
favourite talking cat, and got a religious and moral lesson from it as
well!
So insist,
really insist, that everyone drink Kool-Aid one day, or run naked around
the compound swinging a hammer--your cult will be healthier and your reputation
will not only be for your Profound Depth of Understanding, but also for
being a fun-loving leader.
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