Reading today’s post on the Daily Kos about cult leader and stalwart of the Republican party, the Reverend Sun Myung Moon, it occurred to me just how fucking lucky he is that Scientology exists. If it weren’t for Scientology, and the whacked out antics of Tom Cruise and his fellow attention-grabbing celebrity cult members, I have to think that, at the very least, we’d be rick-rolling the Unification Church right now. I mean, for cristsakes, the Reverend Moon had himself coronated as king of the world in a U.S. Senate building. That’s got to be worse than being led by men and women in pretend military uniforms, and believing that we’re all carrying around the parasitic, tortured souls of space aliens. According to the following film, Moon even has a team working on a machine that will allow him to communicate with the dead.
[This is part-2 of a short web documentary on Moon and the Unification Church. Part-1 has been pulled from YouTube, but you can find it here.]
For those interested, a new book on Moon by John Gorenfeld, entitled “Bad Moon Rising: How Reverend Moon Created the Washington Times, Seduced the Religious Right, and Built an American Kingdom,” is available now. An excerpt can be found here.
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Thanks for the support. Nope, Part I is still on YouTube at this URL.
What, no Moonie stories? I thought there would be a deluge of comments.
And thanks for visiting, John, I look forward to reading the book.
Damn. Since you’re begging again.
When I was in college, I was handed a leaflet about a campus group meeting where there would be a drawing for a free computer. As I didn’t have a computer, had a break between classes, and was curious, I went.
Turns out one of Moon’s many sons was the guest speaker. I don’t remember much about the lecture, other than it was impassioned, logically incoherent and had a worn, repetitive feel. But, at the end was the drawing. The host pulled a piece of paper from a bowl and announced the winner. The name sounded Korean. An elderly Korean looking man stood quietly, raised his hand and sat back down without the slightest delight or surprise. I saw a friend in the audience and we chatted at length, post event. When we left, we saw the host walking off with the computer.
Sometime around then, I watched the anti-moonie movie A Ticket to Heaven which suggests that for Moonies, lying to seduce/manipulate folks into the cult is okay, because you’re selling them, as you may guess from the title, a ticket to heaven.
All this is to say, the damn Moonies owe me a computer. Specifically, an unboxed, overused, single unit 1990 era machine. I am pretty sure that possession of that device is my ticket and I want my god-damn, sorry, I mean, sun-myung ticket.
For your gracious pattendance and infinite patience, I am proud to announce that O.E.C. of Ypsilanti, Michigan has won a quart of home-made kim-che from the wife of the founder of Samsung, our greatest corporate gift benefactor. Your kim-che is sitting on the receptionist desk in Seoul for your convenience. Give your name at the security, have your retina scanned, and come into our friendly reception area for your fabulous prize! Congratulations!
Read something recently about the children produced by Moon’s mass marriages. They’re coming of age now.