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On December 13th 1973, French racing journalist, Claude Verilhon, was on
his way to work when he was suddenly struck with the urge to drive to a
nearby volcano. Upon arriving at this volcano he saw bright lights and all
that other cliche shit associated with alien abduction, then was told to
change his name to Rael and start a ...Not me! Most people believe in God, who in their minds is a bearded old man in a robe, sitting in profile handing out commandments, and smoting people from his magical castle in the sky. I don't think this is any more believable than saying aliens created the human race in test tubes. Plus - there's sex parties! A good sex party will help spiritually cleanse anybody. Or a nice big spiritually cleansing enema. Wash away the burdens of everyday life, carried in my colon.
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Not many people will recognize this guy, although they claim to have over
40,000 members worldwide. And if any of you supposed members are reading
this, tell me, why does he do his haer thaet waey?
Notice that the ship looks exactly like the one out of "Flight of the Navigator". Its good to see that although they may not have the technical facilities they would need to clone a baby, at least they have a good photoshop team.
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