John Travolta has become a sad, babbling shadow of his former self lately, consumed with grief over the death of his son, and racked with guilt over his belief that his idiotic Scientology principles contributed to the autistic Jett's shocking and premature demise.Travolta has become so disillusioned with Scientology, in fact, that he wants to leave the church. Unfortunately, the church has a long record of destroying the reputations of those who try to break free of it (that's how tolerant, open-minded folks always behave). Travolta's friends say he is terrified that if he tries to escape the cult, they will release damaging facts about his personal life.
So John has finally had to face the reality that his "religion" is nothing but a front for thuggishness and extortion? He's finally realized that attributing autism to "bad thetans" and treating it with saunas is a load of hogwash the likes of which no sane person would ever believe?
Too bad he couldn't have figured that out before Jett choked to death on those potato chips (or whatever the hell actually happened). Maybe then the little retard would still be alive to frolic and romp and drool lollipop juice on himself.
Travolta now knows what the Crabster realized long ago: it's better to believe in nothing.
