And I don't know what else to say.  All that I know is that I am most eager for my life to begin.  I can keep going, and going, and going forever and ever... but what would that accomplish?  It is time for me to do what I was born to do.

So, Tom... when the hell are you gonna show up in my life and trade that silly "stand-in" of mine, Katie Holmes, for the real deal: ME?  I know that there is not a whole lot you can do... The Plan dictates your every single move.  But enough is enough already. 

I am so tired.  I am so lonely.  I am so BORED.  Only a cold walking corpse would enjoy a life such as the one I am forced to call mine.

I am alive and breathing and very much full of life... despite all supposed evidence to the contrary.  I am NOT dead... I am a miracle that the world needs right NOW.

I know that all the way back in the 1970s, I approved this bogus plan that we are all now stuck following every detail of.  I approved it not knowing every sickening detail I would be forced to endure until the bitter end.  Ross and Daddy promised me that although I would not at all like it, such a plan only would show me the highest of honors.  And because I trusted Daddy and Ross with all my heart, at the age of 9-years-old, I approved it. 

For the sake of Kosen-rufu.

If I had known all the many silly hoops I would be expected to jump through, again and again, much like a rodent inside a laboratory, I don't know if I could have ever approved such heartless cruelty to Claire... at age 9 or at age 42.  Thank goodness it is all for the sake of Kosen-rufu... or I don't know what I would do.

I would give even my life for the sake of Kosen-rufu (a.k.a. world peace)... but, in my case, that does not seem to be any kind of possibility... and I am most sorry to all of those out there that wish otherwise.

So, as we do not have any choice... please allow me to do what I was born to do!  NOW.

And for the record, I thought Tom gave an absolutely brilliant performance in Lions for Lambs.  That courageous film, one of so many co-written by me and Ross back in the 1970s, gets my bravos!  Merle, as usual, was simply superb.  Robert, so real -- the character I most related to.  How could any critic pan such a well-done masterpiece?! 

Thank you for all for making that film right now.  Perhaps when the world can finally comprehend the vast, mysterious law of cause and effect, they will have more appreciation for your crucial efforts.

I know you did it for me, Tom.  Thank you.  I love you.

SIMON MILLER (P.H.S. CLASS OF 1984), PLEASE CONTACT ME AT ONCE!

 clairecruise@gmail.com

Hopefully, this will help speed my page along...

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to view my very first RELEASED press release, dated Tuesday 5/29/07 (by Claire Cruise)-- Correction, it is my second... I forgot that the Free Press Release Distribution Service released the one I wrote about being engaged to Leonardo DiCaprio.

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CLICK HERE to check out the myspace profile of CLAIRE CRUISE IS AMERICA (CLAIRE CRUISE FOR PRESIDENT 2008)!!!!

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CLICK HERE to read all about how Leonardo DiCaprio got busted in Israel -- go paparazzi, go paparazzi, GO PAPARAZZI!

Leo's girlfriend (NOT EX-girlfriend) is SOOOOO hot, too!  In fact the long, lean supermodel even has booty.  And you must know what that means... that's right, Bar Refaeli is yet another one of my biological daughters.  Just like her brother... oh, I mean, boyfriend (NOT EX-boyfriend), Leonardo DiCaprio, who is my biological son.  Leo and Bar really do look quite alike, don't you think?!  Hey that's funny, Leo's former supermodel girlfriend, Gisele Bundchen (also my biological daughter), looked just like a female version of the disguise Leo wore when he went out with an unsuspecting me back in 1998... and Leo's current supermodel girlfriend (NOT EX-girlfriend), Bar, looks just like a female version of Leo.  Now I understand everything: LEO CANNOT STOP DATING HIMSELF!  On that note, let's check out how hot Leo would look in drag: 

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PRESENTING THE PAINTING OF MY BIOLOGICAL DAUGHTER, ANGELINA JOLIE, AS THE VIRGIN MARY OF WALMART (click here)

HAPPY HOLIDAYS to all of my long lost biological babies disseminated throughout the stratosphere.  The tragedy that is my biological daughter, Lindsay Lohan, serves as a prime example of what I, your only biological mother, would never wish for any one of you to become.  Please be advised, the following video is only intended for mature audiences:

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GET READY, DAVID WAYNE CRAIG
(my ex-boyfriend/abuser, SGI-USA leader and
serial killer/rapist/pedophile/arsonist/criminal/sadist)...
IF YOUR LOOK-ALIKE, THE ACTOR NAMED DANIEL CRAIG, BECOMING THE NEW 007 JAMES BOND WASN'T ENOUGH FOR YA, THE HORROR FLICK, "CRAIG," IS SET TO BE RELEASED THIS SUMMER 2007 (they need funding for the film's completion, so please do help them out!).  David began his career in San Francisco as the Zodiac Copycat Killer of the 1970s.  But David's most famous murder must be that of my brand-new fiance, Ron Goldman, and our friend, Nicole Brown Simpson, back in 1994.  Indeed, framing other people for his own crimes has become one of David's greatest hallmarks.  Another hallmark of David has become the depositing of MY DNA (meticulously collected by David over the many years he was in my life), or other Claire Clues at many of his post-1994 crime scenes.  David also tends to choose his victims by the name they have as well as the life they have led.  Quite honestly, David sees it as his duty to rid the world of all sluts, prostitutes, or anyone who lies, cheats or commits any crimes.  This merely is the way that David justifies the life he, himself, has led.  Putting all victims of sexual abuse out of their great misery is yet another duty David takes most seriously.  Thus, it was David who directed Robert Chambers to strangle Jennifer Levin to death in NYC's Central Park back in 1986.  It was also David who shot the son of Bill Cosby, Ennis, through the head on the side of an LA Freeway back in 1997... even if someone else, a person who wasn't ever present at the scene of this crime, mysteriously took full-credit for this murder committed solely by David (oh, how does David do that?!).  David was also present when the little beauty queen, Jon Benet Ramsey, was accidentally killed while being molested in 1996, although David absolutely refuses to take any credit for her death.  Jon Benet is one of my biological children and, that's right, David relishes the plotting of kidnaps or other crimes in an effort to get money out of the numerous families who raise my numerous children (explaining the many body guards who surround Tom Cruise's family at all times). Many of California's so-called wild fires were also started by David the arsonist.  And these are merely a few examples.  It was back in 1994 that David began to confess his many crimes to me after he had drugged me "unconscious" with date-rape drugs.  But, because I know David, I know what recent murders were committed by him... even if I permanently removed him from my life all the way back in 2003.  One example is Daniel Smith: the son of David's lover/my biological daughter, Anna Nicole Smith, whom David murdered by putting liquid nicotine (a poison that takes a full 12+ hours to go into effect) into Daniel's coffee over at the Miami International Airport, prior to Daniel's subsequent arrival to the Bahamas.  And when DNA tests are finally run, it will be found that Anna Nicole's baby girl, Dannielynn, is David's and MY biological daughter.  THAT'S, "CRAIG.  DAVID CRAIG."  To view,

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But first get ready for the premiere of ZODIAC!  It is the Zodiac Killer who has always been David Wayne Craig's greatest inspiration.  And what do you know, I am the daughter of Zodiac, himself (... not that David or I had any idea of this when we began going out in 1993).  That's right, ZODIAC is none other than the father I grew up with: my biological uncle whom the 15-year-old Queen Elizabeth secretly gave birth to back in 1941 (her biological nephew)/serial killer/rapist/pedophile/bomb engineer/criminal/sadist, DENNIS WAYNE ELLIOTT (as well as David Wayne Craig's biological father).  Robert Dale Elliott, one of Dennis's biological fathers as well as the father whom Dennis grew up with, was the very first American to ever chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo while stationed in Japan with the US Airforce during World War II. ****  CORRECTION: Robert was merely the very first all-American MALE to chant.  In 1927, Robert's wife/my grandma Ruth (Holt) Elliott-Willis was taught to chant by our biological father, King George of England, when she was 12-years-old.  Soon afterwards, she was raped & then implanted with the embryo who became SGI President Daisaku Ikeda (my biological brother as well as yet another one of my biological fathers).  As per King George's most rigid instructions, Ruth always kept her Nichiren Buddhist practice a very strict secret, even from her entire family.  However, from the time that Dennis was a toddler, Ruth's husband, Robert, chanted Nam-myoho-renge-kyo into Dennis's ear at bedtime.  Of course this led Dennis to grow up and chant these same words, himself.  And it is only thanks to Nam-myoho-renge-kyo that Dennis ever got away with any of his innumerable crimes.  One of the very first people the adult Dennis introduced to the great power of Nam-myoho-renge-kyo was our most corrupt president of the United States, President George W. Bush (my cousin and Denny's nephew).  But no worries... to the very end, Nam-myoho-renge-kyo will always use, for the sake of world peace, all the people who corruptly misuse it.  Just so that the whole wide world knows, Dennis was the casual lover of my dear biological sister/the very first womb to ever be implanted with me when I was still an embryo, Marilyn Monroe.  Dennis MURDERED Marilyn by mixing anthrax into her powdered cocaine after she had refused to marry him.  Dennis was also the gunman who successfully murdered my biological father, John F. Kennedy as well as another biological father/grandfather of mine, Martin Luther King, Jr. (the parent I have in common with my biological brother/biological father, SGI Daisaku Ikeda).  And that's just a sampling.  As a little, tiny tot, I was Zodiac's most trusted confidante.  I even helped him to write many of his Zodiac letters.  After I personally witnessed the most horrific murder of that poor taxi driver in San Francisco (far from being my first, believe me), I did my very best to get Denny to turn himself in after he threatened to blow up a busload of kiddies just like myself.  You can actually hear me in the background when Zodiac called in to that news program (I was the single, one person who convinced Denny to call in the first place).  After another biological father of mine, my uncle Norman Dale Elliott (biological son of my sister/my niece/my grandma/my "descendent," Queen Elizabeth, and direct descendant of Thomas Jefferson and his African American slave, Sally Hemmings... who is what both Nichiren Shoshu and the SGI consider to be the very first UNoffical all-American fortune baby ever thanks to being born to the Queen's and MY OLDER sister, my grandma Ruth (Holt) Elliott-Willis, someone who has secretly chanted since childhood, and Robert Dale Elliott, the very first all-American MALE to chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo during World War II, PRIOR to Norman's birth in 1946 -- while I, Claire Cruise, am the very first OFFICIAL all-American fortune baby thanks to being born to parents in 1965 who have BOTH secretly chanted Nam-myoho-renge-kyo since childhood)... so, ... after Norm chanted me to sleep one night while visiting us in our home in Palo Alto, CA, I was moved to show him the bloody piece of shirt from the back of that taxi driver hidden away in Denny's den.  As alarmed as Norm became realizing that Denny was Zodiac, he elected not to take my advice and failed to go forward to police.  The reason: Norm "didn't want to ruin our lives" (and to him, always shall we be indebted... ).  It must have been my mother's corrupt influence upon Norm that inspired such disgraceful cowardice on his part after he and I together had attempted to tell her about Denny (never would my mom listen to just little ol' me).  In response, what my hysterical mother then decided to do was pretend that the bloody piece of cloth was some woman's bloody menstral rag and promptly threw it away along with all other Zodiac memorabilia laying around Denny's den.  This is why Denny strategically placed Norm's brownish-red hair beneath a stamp upon the envelope of one of Zodiac's very last letters.  On top of all that, my fingerprints and DNA are all over many Zodiac letters, including a Halloween card Denny sent to the press which also features the fingerprints of the younger brother I grew up with/my biological son, Mark Winston Elliott.

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GO ROSIE, GO ROSIE, GO ROSIE!  That egomaniac biological brother of mine, Donald Trump (oh, how I cannot believe that I could have such an idiot for a brother...), is one of the stupidest, most ignorant, obscene people I have ever seen.  His rich daddy must have paid off all the bigwigs at the Wharton School of Business for such a loser with a single digit IQ as Donald to have ever been accepted as a student.  Let it be known that all the billions and billions of dollars The Donald claims are his own are really MY billions and billions of dollars, merely LOANED to Donald so that he can relish taking false credit for all of God's creation.  Strip him of everything he never ever earned and drop the guy onto the streets of LA's Skid Row and Donald Trump would end up the slimy pimp/ho/prostitute/drug dealer he truly is (that is, if he could even survive LA).  It is Rosie who is the intelligent fresh of air... at least on this one, even if I totally disagree with her about Clay Aiken.  Rosie, Clay was the GUEST host on Kelly Ripa's show.  That was HER show.  What Clay did and how Kelly reacted had absolutely nothing to do with homophobia and everything to do with Clay's apparent disrespect for women.  Of all things, how could Rosie O'Donnell have missed such an important point?!  Clay even admitted on national TV that he HATES cats (how dare him!  But, come on, that's just another way of saying that he has PUSSY-phobia).  So, you see, Rosie... the actual problem was Clay's PUSSY-phobia, not Kelly's homophobia.  If Clay had been the guest host with Regis (biological son of the father I grew up with: my biological uncle, Dennis Wayne Elliott -- by the way), never would Clay have ever dared to do such a thing as put his hand over Regis's mouth.  All the clips of Kelly Ripa putting her hand over Regis's mouth in the past showcase an entirely different scenario.  Kelly has known Regis for years, but Clay had just met Kelly for the first time the day he became the guest host on HER show.  But, Rosie, I totally agree with you on Donald -- yet another man who seems to take serious issue with powerful females.  Donald has proven time and time again that he can only deal with women as long as they stay pretty and do exactly what he tells them to do.  As soon as the women around him begin to act like the people they truly are, King Donald totally freaks out (do you suppose he's also gay like Clay... ?).  Donald's the bully, NOT you, Rosie.  Hey, Donald... YOU'RE FIRED!  I simply refuse to allow you to waste one penny of MY money fraudulantly suing Rosie, just because you think it would be "fun."  And, furthermore, I liked Martha Stewart's version of the Apprentice way better than yours (hey, do you know that Martha is David Wayne Craig's biological sister?) -- you even ripped off Martha's idea of making the Apprentice a family show by using your own children in the very next season of your version of the Apprentice, Donald.  Okay, because I cannot embed the code to share the video here, everyone will just have to

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to see Rosie's most hilarious Donald Rant.  It's such a great imitation of The Donald that I could swear that Rosie must be channelling him.  The ability "to channel" runs in the family, after all... which makes sense considering that Rosie O'Donnell is the biological daughter of the woman who gave birth to me, Anne Marie (Flanagan Elliott) Fields: my sister/niece as well as the mother I grew up with/the secret biological daughter that 12-year-old Marilyn Monroe gave birth to in 1939.  My mother, Anne, has also been secretly chanting Nam-myoho-renge-kyo since the time she was 12-years-old (in 1951).  And, by the way, BOTH Kelly Ripa and Clay Aiken are my biological children.
       

Then, after Rosie, let's watch as my very first biological child, BRAD PITT, SINGS THE PENIS SONG!

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ANNOUNCEMENT: Although I love Tom Cruise so very much and am in the process of legally changing my name to Claire Cruise, it will NOT be Tom Cruise whom I legally marry (BRAD PITT IS THE MAN FOR ME as well as the person who takes legal top priority... sorry).  Let it also be known that I shall be moving forward with my maternity suit on January 16th, 2007 if, by this time, I haven't already been reunited with MY children.  UPDATE 2007: Okay, okay, okay... I will move forward with my maternity suit AFTER MY TRIPLETS, Stoune-Sophie-Suri, celebrate their very first birthday on April 18, 2007.  And, as sad as it is for both Brad and myself, no, Brad Pitt and I will not be getting married.  The lucky guy will be none other than my most delightful Leonardo DiCaprio! UPDATE 3/2007: No, I will NOT be marrying my biological son, Leonardo DiCaprio.  He is a bad, bad boy. UPDATE 4/2007: Not that I have completely ruled it out, but I do not know if I will ever move forward with my maternity suit with Tom Cruise.  I love him and I trust him, so why would I ever have to sue him?!  It is just so excruciatingly painful to see MY biological daughter, Suri, always together with the BITCH who gave birth when I haven't even been allowed the supreme privilege of meeting MY baby triplets -- that's all.  Let it be known that I fully expect the situation to change ASAP.

Hey, take a moment to view the BRILLIANT BRAD PITT video below (gasp...!):

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What I want to know is if the previous video that you clicked above showcases the cool technology of Vega that would enable Brad Pitt to be in more than one place at the same time... or if this was merely some camera trick. And, by the way (in the event you haven't been reading my blog), Brad Pitt is the genetic offspring of the embryo who became ME (explaining why he is almost 2 full years older than myself) and James Dean's corpse (for real)! --------

Okay, now click below to view the very first video of TOMKAT'S WEDDING HOAX!  And Katie... savor every moment while you still can...

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The most vain, over-paid, self-obsessed surrogate mother/sadist to ever go down in history: Katie Holmes.

"SURI" FOR SURROGATE MOTHER... SURROGATE-MOTHER-FROM-HELL WHO IS NOW FIRED.
 

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CLICK HERE TO DRESS/UNDRESS TOM CRUISE AND GET RID OF KATIE HOLMES (or try) !!! Of course with the utmost sincere thanks to Katie for so joyfully agreeing to be the CONTRACTED SURROGATE MOTHER to MY CRUISE TRIPLETS whom I, myself, could not give birth to due to FORMERLY being a carrier of HIV (never to be infected, myself!).  It was the simple act of walking into the Hubbard Dianetics Foundation on Hollywood Boulevard for the very first time in my life on May 1st, 2006 that instantly "cleared" my complete body of this nasty virus.  Nonetheless, from day one, ALWAYS have I tested HIV-NEGATIVE on the antibody test that everyone takes.  I had to have my blood tested for the virus itself on August 3rd, 2006 (a far more costly test) before it was finally confirmed that my body was completely HIV-free.  I was exposed to HIV by an HIV-positive AIDS patient/member of SGI-USA who raped me by way of date-rape drugs on October 22nd, 2000, impregnating me with MY dear, sweet Zahara Jolie-Pitt.  But it wasn't until July of 2006 that I could even remember any of this.  I had no idea!  Thank goodness I am "Like A Virgin" or I could have unknowingly started my own HIV/AIDS epidemic.  In fact, it is possible that the person who arranged this rape, my ex-boyfriend, David Wayne Craig of SGI-USA, could have.  Hey, if I am "Like A Virgin," I guess we could say that the stubbornly clingy KATIE is "LIKE A VIRUS!"

I am a Nichiren Buddhist who has triumphed over Life Impossible simply by chanting NAM-MYOHO-RENGE-KYO: the all-natural, ancient way of processing/auditing oneself that's absolutely free-of-charge. 

Well, okay... and I also unknowingly applied the many technologies of Scientology, derived from none other than Nichiren Buddhism (I was born into both Scientology and Nichiren Buddhism as well as Roman Catholicism).

So, I guess this makes me a Nichiren Buddhist (Scientologist).

Thanks to the most advanced embryonic technologies, I have many, many biological fathers.  So many that not even I can keep count.  However, I have just one biological mother: Margaret (Illig) Flanagan, 1899-1982.  Margaret was from a place named Vega.  It was Vega who formed the CIA in an effort to begin disclosing all these many technologies to our world's population.  This was for the sake of world peace.

As a very young girl living in Vega, Margaret independently made the decision to begin chanting Nam-myoho-renge-kyo.  Soon, she combined this primary practice with the lengthy Nichiren Buddhist daily ritual known as "Gongyo."  Considered to be the supplementary practice, Gongyo is the recitation of key portions of Shakyamuni Buddha's life masterpiece: the Lotus Sutra -- literally entitled "Myoho-renge-kyo" in phonetical Chinese.  But it is when "Nam," a Sanskrit term of endearment, is added to create the phrase, "Nam-myoho-renge-kyo," that these words actually function as a scientific equation to unlock the full potential of our lives (a.k.a. Buddhahood or enlightenment).  In fact, to recite Nam-myoho-renge-kyo just one time is equivalent to reading the Lotus Sutra in all its entirety.  This is why daimoku (the repeated recitation of "Nam-myoho-renge-kyo") will forever be considered to be the primary practice, merely nourished and guided by the supplementary practice of Gongyo.              

Although I grew up with TOM CRUISE always jumping on my couch, get it straight: my name is CLAIRE, NOT "KATE" as Tom so often used to refer to me.  I also happen to be the biological daughter of Tom's so-called beloved L. Ron Hubbard.

AND, it is none other than MY VOICE that is chanting all of the SHUT-UP's in the wonderful Black-eyed Pea's song I feature here.

It's funny, but if you click the DragonballZ link below, you will see how I probably appeared upon the Tonight Show TV monitor located inside Tom Cruise's dressing room as I most patiently stood in line outside, arms crossed, with all NON-VIP audience members the Thursday BEFORE Mother's Day 2006 (4/27/06).  During all commercial breaks, I had to watch Tom make-out with every single member of the studio audience EXCEPT ME.  Thank goodness Tom gave red roses to entire studio audience over at the Ellen DeGeneres show the very next day (... Katie got pink peonies).  Hey, did I ever mention that Ellen was one of my babysitters back in 1975?  Oh, but we had already met years before when I was about 2 and Ellen was about 10.  The fact that Ellen DeGeneres and I are biological sisters might explain our similiar sense of humor.  What follows is the link to the animated video I mentioned above.  This is so very familiar to me... I remember it from a long time ago.  Always has it expressed the strength of my determined heart.  As the lyrics speak, "What the hell are you waiting for?!"

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In Search of Cruise Control -- The Video (click!) <-- this is a link to my most favorite clip of Tom jumping all over Oprah's couch and carrying on (Oh, how I love you, too, Tom!).  As a kid, Tom used to act this way whenever he came over to my house.  Like an orgasm (on the website, TVgasm)!

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Tom Cruise Freaking Out on Oprah (click!) <-- this is a link to a more complete version of the very same clip from Oprah.  Because Tom's father always kept him down in the basement, literally treating him like a dog throughout his entire childhood, Tom just hadn't developed that many social skills as a child.  Yes, always was Tom this weird and goofy.  So, you can really understand why I had so much trouble believing Ross the producer when he informed me that he was going to make Tom the greatest movie star of all time.  "Good luck" was all this young girl could say.  At the end of this video clip, you will notice how hesitant Tom is to bring out Katie.  It is only because Oprah insists he do so that Tom ever ends up bringing her out in the first place.  Unfortunately, the very last part of this particular clip is cut-off so that you cannot see the most severe look that Tom flashes the ever-exhuberant Katie (after she kisses him) in his attempt to keep her in line with what reality actually is.

The video below is the infamous TOM KILLS OPRAH video clip, again... of the very same event:

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Tom and Katie sing "Candy Shop" (click!) <-- this video link will really get you laughing.  I think the animated Katie is way cuter than the real Katie.  My most favorite part is when the animated Tom seems to so much enjoy slipping the long phallic candy pop up into his mouth.  That part will always get me to crack up! [***Please note that in no way does my comment about Katie endorse the recent onset of her now stick-thin figure.  All frightful emotions aside, I honestly think that her left-over baby weight greatly softened Katie, making her face so much more beautiful.  UPDATE 2007: Okay, now that my eyes have adjusted, I admit that skinny real-life Katie simply looks stunning]

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South Park episode, "Trapped In the Closet" (click!) <-- a link to the complete South Park episode that Tom supposedly succeeded in banning in the UK.  How dare Tom do such an unthinkable thing!  At least this NICHIREN BUDDHIST Scientologist has a sense of humor.  If typical Scientologists didn't often appear to be as creepy as this hilarious satire depicts, the writers at South Park would simply have no material to work with.  That's the bottom line.  While watching this episode, please keep in mind that I have never heard of anyone's OT level being able to be measured by an E-meter.  All I understand that the E-meter is capable of is measuring the stress a person has in their body when answering a question (much like a lie detector does).  Apparently, the South Park people also did not know that Scientology's term for our spiritual self, "Thetan," is pronounced like "Satan."     

Below is the exquisite video, WHEEL OF TORMENT: A Bosch painting comes to life.  As a very young child, I remember how obsessed the father I grew up with -- serial pedophile/rapist/killer/bomb engineer/criminal named Dennis Wayne Elliott (my biological uncle whom my sister/niece/grandma/"descendent," Queen Elizabeth, secretly gave birth to at the age 15 in 1941 & one of the biological fathers of my ex-boyfriend, the serial pedophile/rapist/killer/arsonist/criminal named David Wayne Craig) -- was with all the blood and violence of this painting, inspiring me to study it in great detail.  The following video displays such an artful, animated version of this great, albeit grotesque, masterpiece.


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Next, a beautiful video that so well illustrates how black and white the Judeo-Christian concepts of heaven and hell truly are.  You will notice how the starring animated characters are even sketched in all black and white.  In reality, life is pregnant with such a colorful array of endless possibilities.  The philosophy of Nichiren Buddhism calculates that there are exactly 3,000 possibilities from which our life chooses each and every moment that we are alive: 10 worlds within 10 worlds (10 x 10) x the 10 factors x the 3 existences (past, present, future).  NOT just 2 (heaven or hell).  3,000!!!  That's a whole lot of possibilities, especially when you think of how many moments (or seconds) there are in just one day of life.  But what really makes me wonder if it was a Nichiren Buddhist who created this video is how the character of the Christian old man tells the young boy character, "2,500 years from this night, you will remember this meeting!"  Hey, it almost sounds as if he is talking about a Nichiren Buddhist meeting!  Do you know that Buddhism came into existence exactly 2,500 years ago?  Yeah, enabling the Buddha who was Jesus Christ to study it and combine it together with the Judaism of his time period to create Christianity.  And, what do you know... on Sunday, 9/24/06, I picked up from my mailbox something the Church of Scientology mailed to me, entitled, "Auditors wanted," which reads: "The HGC needs staff auditors.  Awful pay.  Tough pre-clears.  Impossible hours.  BUT we groom staff auditors into the smoothest auditors in the world and you're close in on the greatest push in the last 2,500 years.  Many apply, few are chosen -- L. Ron Hubbard."  And what's really funny is that the following video is entitled "Somebody Goofed!"

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As I was eating my breakfast this morning (after weeks of surviving on the free whole milk offered by the coffee bars of some local coffee houses -- flavored with loads of sugar and powder of chocolate, vanilla and cinnamon), I couldn't help but notice the Los Angeles Times headline for Saturday, October 6, 2007:

CIA doesn't use torture, Bush says

Really.

On the way to the public library where I am writing this, I was also handed the most beautiful postcard which I would like to transcribe here.

(FROM HOPE FELLOWSHIP:)

Jesus said, "I am the way, the truth and the life.  No one comes to the Father except through me." -- John 14:6

"Therefore, whoever hears these sayings of Mine and does them, I will liken him to a wise man who built his house on the rock: and the rain descended, the floods came and the winds blew and beat on that house, and it did not fall, for it was founded on the rock." -- Matthew 7:24, 25

The house is you.

The rains, floods and winds are your troubles.

The rock is JESUS CHRIST.

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And what I, Claire Cruise, have to say is that Jesus Christ is alive and well... and chanting Nam-myoho-renge-kyo.  

That's right, the TRUE founder of the practice of Nam-myoho-renge-kyo is the God of the Old Testiment: Jehovah. 

In the Book of Mormon, Jehovah reveals to his chosen people IN AMERICA that he will be born as Jesus at a specific time in the future.  There are also a great many secret teachings by Jehovah which are alluded to, but not revealed, by this AMERICAN tribe of Israel written about in the Book of Mormon.  

The secret is none other than NAM-MYOHO-RENGE-KYO. 

And although Mormon Christians don't exactly understand it this way, Jesus IS the reincarnation of Jehovah: the God of the Bible's Old Testament... and true founder of Nam-myoho-renge-kyo -- which is just another word for life, itself.    

With the beat of your heart, chant: Nam-myoho-renge-kyo!  For the sake of our future... for the sake of our children.

-- Claire Cruise IS America

(by Claire Cruise)

USA(SANEPR.com) May 29, 2007 --
On Thursday, May 24, U.S. Presidential Candidate Claire Cruise (Ind.), 41, successfully obtained a temporary restraining order against a woman who stalked, harrassed and physically assaulted her the previous Tuesday, May 22. The incident took place at approximately 5:50 p.m. inside the Gateway Center in downtown Atlanta, a homeless shelter where Cruise was staying at the time.

Cruise did not know the woman, Chandel Carter, 23, or even that Carter was 5 months pregnant. After stalking Cruise around the Gateway Center and attempting to verbally and physically intimidate Cruise for no apparent reason, Carter suddenly began punching Cruise with closed fists in her face, head and upper body. This caused Cruise to fall to the floor and scream four times before a security guard finally pulled Carter off of Cruise in order to restrain Carter together with other guards. In total, about 10 punches hit Cruise.

Police and paramedics were immediately called by security and, soon afterwards, Carter was formally charged and taken to Atlanta City Detention Center where she was held until Saturday, May 26 with bail set at $153.00. As a precaution, Cruise elected to go to Grady Memorial Hospital to be observed for head trauma, but was released without treatment many hours later when no problems became apparent.

The day after the incident, Cruise agreed to attend court at the Municipal Court Building on Garnett Street where Carter pleaded guilty to "Act Violent With Another." In the past, Carter had been charged with "Fighting," but that case had been dismissed.

The incident occurred just over a week after Cruise had relocated herself and her presidential campaign to Atlanta from Hollywood, Calif. on Monday, May 14 and merely a day after she had sent a highly incriminating "I-Report" to CNN regarding President George W. Bush (her cousin), former President George H. W. Bush (her uncle), as well as two other U.S. Presidential candidates, another former president and a prominent member of the Bush Administration.

As a follow-up to this incident, Cruise was nearly hit by a black SUV that sped through a red light just as she was about to cross Peachtree Street at Northern Avenue on her way to a Marta station just before 5 p.m. on Sunday, May 27. Only moments before had Cruise e-mailed this same article to the Associated Press from the library at Georgia Tech.

Cruise and Carter are due back in court at the Fulton County Courthouse on June 7, a time when Cruise hopes to obtain a permanent restraining order.

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Yeah, somebody tried to beat me up.  I am fine, but I decided to go to the hospital as precautionary measure. 

It happened last night at about 5:50 p.m. eastern time.  I had arrived back to the Gateway homeless shelter to eat dinner at 6 p.m., only to discover that the cell phone I had accidentally left behind charging in the women's area had been stolen.  The phone was a throw-away phone I had gotten for free several years ago and a lot of the info on my SIM card can be retrieved via other means (no one ever cares to call or text me anyway, so who cares about anyone's number, really).  All I had to do was shut the damn thing down... even if I have so many minutes available from having no one to talk to that it really wouldn't ever make a bit of difference if someone had been using these minutes non-stop since my phone was left unattended earlier in the afternoon.     

But getting my cell phone shut down while at the Gateway Center proved to be more difficult than most people would think.  I mean, the place has two phones available for us homeless folks to use... and there are rarely that very many of us using them.  The problem I encountered is that T-Mobile's customer care number is an 800 number.  There is no way to access them on any kind local number.

800 numbers are always free, so I really don't see what the problem was.  But, for some strange reason, unlike the case with all public payphones you will find all across the USA, all 800 numbers are blocked on these 2 phones that Gateway provides inside their center.

This really pissed me off.  I mean, someone could be having a field day on MY cell phone and I can't shut the damn thing down because of this idioticly unnecessary curtailment of phone privileges.   

Okay, allow me to continue.  My two 1 hour computer sessions are separated at the public libraries in Atlanta.  However, I do not have an entire hour more to write because the violent pregnant woman who attempted to beat me up last night is in jail and I have to show up in court down the street at 2 p.m..

Alright, so where was I?  I was over at the free phones at Gateway all frustrated that I couldn't properly contact T-Mobile via their free 800 number to shut-down my phone.  And this is when the woman I speak of, someone I don't even know the name of, much less know, took notice of me. 

As usual, I was stating to the world around me my great dissatisfaction of the way things are run and how they should be improved.  And all the men around me were attempting to offer solutions to all the problems that never seemed to be able to get solved.  As this young violent pregnant woman observed the scene, she decided she didn't like what she saw, causing her to begin her harrassment of Claire.

It's true: all abusive, controlling women thoroughly despise me whenever they see the amount of control I inadvertently have on the environment around me.

But this abusive, controlling woman just wouldn't let it go.  Because I grew up having the most abusive, controlling woman on the planet as a mother (Anne Marie Fields), I don't let any of these women push me around.  Always do I firmly hold my ground, no matter what the cost.  To me, it's a most serious matter of justice.   

Anyway, this woman began to very rudely and very loudly badger me from afar in an attempt to put me "back in my place."  But I couldn't let her do that.  No.  Because she was so very aggressive and tough, I had to tell her to "leave me the fuck alone."   That is the only phrase women like her will ever take seriously when they see a white girl like me.  I know this from my extensive personal experience of fending for myself in ghettos of LA.  This woman had no idea what was going on, only that I was getting too much attention from all the guys.

And this is when she decided to approach the phone area in an attempt to supervise.  By then, I was all done with what I was doing anyway and so I allowed her to do whatever she wanted.  "Fine, okay!" I said as I calmly walked away trying to smile at her through all of her rudeness.

I then approached the security guard across the room to kindly ask him in my exasperation just where I could find a payphone in the area in order to call T-Mobile's FREE 800 customer care number so I could shut-down my stolen cell phone.

The security guard was nice enough to offer me his cell phone even though I didn't ever ask for such a privilege.  There are no payphones anywhere nearby, so this was much appreciated.  But while I was on the phone with T-Mobile, I happened to notice that the woman had followed me across the large room space and was now harrassing the now stoic security guard about allowing me to use his cell phone.  "Mind your own business!" is what I promptly stated to her in street speak.  I'm telling you, this is how you have to present yourself on the street or everyone will take advantage of you, especially if your a white girl like me.  Never can you back down.  Back down and you die.

Well, that's when the woman began to become more violent.  She came at me as Mr. Security Guard blocked her from attacking me right there.  But just to make sure she knew I meant business, I pushed my body back against hers to Mr. Security Guard's surprise.  I know he didn't expect any white girl like me would do such a thing.  And that's probably when he assumed that I could handle myself pretty well, even if this woman was as tough as street gangsters come.

Well, the woman backed off at that point and I was able to see my conversation with T-Mobile to it's proper conclusion.  When I hung up, I thanked Mr. Security Guard and politely apologized for any problem I may have caused him by using his cell phone.  With a smile, he told me that it was no problem at all.  And so, with no problem at all, I began to walk to the door to the women's section of the shelter to eat my dinner.

But Young Violent Pregnant Woman had absolutely no intention of allowing me to do any such thing.  She quickly got herself off the chair she had been sitting in to walk behind me and taunt me.  After telling me that she was going to get me, or something like that, she was walking so closely behind me that I decided to stop walking and tell her, once again, to "leave me the fuck alone."  By this time, a security guard should have been over there, considering what had happened just moments before.  But, for some reason, Mr. Security Guard remained in his chair.   

When I had stopped walking, the woman continued walking, pressing her body to mine.  Even when she pressed her body against me in an effort to physically intimidate me, I couldn't tell that she was pregnant.  She was skinny and her belly was soft.  But this is besides the point.  It was when I told her to stop touching me that she went into this fit about how I wouldn't stop talking back to her.

And she began punching me in the face and head with closed fists until I fell to the ground.  No less than 10 punches and 4 of my shreaks later, did another security officer finally take her off of me.

Mr. Security Guard was so SCARED of her, I couldn't believe it!      

Just made it back from yet another round-trip Greyhound bus trip to the east coast.  My 12 1/2 time cross-country by Greyhound, not that I recommend it.

I do not wish to disclose the nature of this, my most recent trip.  But suffice it to say that nothing went as I would have liked it to.  I spent more resources than I had to get so little of a result.

It was on the day after I had arrived to my destination on the east coast that all the bogus news hit that Larry Birkhead is the biological father of MY baby, Dannielynn Stern.  At the exact time they were going to be holding a press conference in the Bahamas, I was boarding a second bus to travel into NYC.  Oh, how Anna Nicole must be turning over in her grave. The sight of such delight all over Larry's face is even enough to make me want to puke.

For the record, Larry Birkhead IS NOT the biological father of Dannielynn Stern.

Ross told me about this "scenario" many years ago when we were talking about my embryo who would become Dannielynn.  So funny that I never seem to remember anything until it has already passed.  I guess it was the worst case scenario and my mind just couldn't bring itself to face it until after the fact.  I honestly didn't think this would be the scenario Ross would ever choose for MY baby, especially after all I've been through.  

Ross told me that when they found out that Anna Nicole Smith was NOT the biological mother of Dannielynn, that's when they would switch the DNA to make it appear as if Larry was the father.  This would of course pave the way for Larry to obtain legal custody of the little girl.

However, by switching the DNA like they have, what they had to do was swap Larry's DNA for that of David Wayne Craig's and Anna Nicole Smith's for that of MINE.  So, when the DNA is finally re-analysed from the OJ Simpson crime scene and all other David Wayne Craig crime scenes, it will appear that Larry Birkhead is a serial killer!

Oh, poor Larry. 

To avoid going to prison, Larry will then have to have his DNA re-evaluated, which will then prove once and for all that he is NOT the biological father of the baby he will have already been raising as his own.  Serial killer, David Wayne Craig, will then be correctly named as the biological father and I will then be correctly named as the biological mother.

Better late than never, I suppose.

Of course, this scenario totally sucks for me.  I was so much looking forward to being Dannielynn's mother, I was.  I honestly did cry tears of disbelief when I heard that my dream had been taken from me, AGAIN. 

Why are all my dreams always taken from me again and again?  When is just one of my dreams ever going to come true?! 

Okay.  So, I have no choice but to put Dannielynn totally out of mind, for now.  There is absolutely nothing I can do to prove that I am Dannielynn's true biological mother.  Nothing.  It was difficult enough being a woman who is not one of the many "potential sperm donors" who slept with Anna Nicole Smith in January of 2006.  I was patiently waiting for no one to match as Dannielynn's parent before coming forward to politely ask the Bahamian court to take the outlandish chance of testing my DNA. 

Not that Anna Nicole Smith was ever capable of conceiving a baby.  It is only because Anna Nicole is my biological daughter that she is completely sterile.  All my biological daughters are completely sterile.  We planned it this way because I am The Mother.  Prior to Dannielynn, Anna Nicole was implanted with my son, Daniel Wayne.  All my sons will always remain fertile.  This way, no one has babies unless they want to.  Makes a lot of sense, right?    

I still am in a state of shock over how Larry ended up with my baby girl, though.  Of course silly Larry has absolutely no idea.  Only goes to prove the great power of delusion.  

Well, at least I still have my biological children Stoune, Sophie and Suri, right?  Yes, tomorrow, April 18th, MY triplets turn 1.  It was today, April 17th, that I unknowingly boarded a Greyhound Bus out of NYC on the eve of their birth last year.

Of course their surrogate mother (remember, that's "Suri" for "Surrogate mother"), Katie Holmes, who is the co-star of "Mad Money," would purposely arrange her work schedule so that the entire Cruise clan has to be in Louisiana, not only on the big day, but a full 6 weeks after the big day.

Thanks so much Katie... it's not like I haven't waited long enough. 

At the exact same time that I returned back to Los Angeles on a Greyhound bus yesterday, that was when my Quarterly Financial Report finally arrived registered mail to the Federal Election Commission (FEC).  Do you know when I sent this paperwork?  On Friday, April 6th... the day I departed for the east coast on a Greyhound bus!  

That's right: I criss-crossed the country on a Greyhound bus and stayed no less than 4 days on the east coast, but still did I arrive back in LA in the exact same amount of time as it took my piece of registered mail to be delivered in Washington, D.C.!   

God damn it, Sid... now it's Tom Cruise who wants to fuck you.  Already are he and Katie looking for a house in NY.  And Tom cancelled all his plans with Jennifer Lopez to do so!  For so very long now, JLo has been Tom's hottest fantasy.

What a compliment to you, Sid.  

Okay.  So, be on the look-out for a dyke coming soon to your cubicle living space at 350 Lafayette.  In fact, Dyke may already be in your midst.  The name she used over in at the Union Rescue Mission here in LA was "Sherry Miller."  She looks almost exactly like an ugly female version of Tom Cruise with glasses.

But Sid, please understand that you have Tom's sincerest apologies for not yet being capable of pleasuring you as a man.  You see, before anything of the sort is at all possible, Tom Cruise, one of the only pure-blooded vampires on the planet, shall be needing ME, the single one pure-blooded woman vampire on the planet (my identical twin did not develop properly in the womb). 

Until Tom Cruise can absorb my bodily fluids, he IS a dyke.  A most frustrated dyke with testoterone coursing throughout his veins.

SID TO CLAIRE (Friday, 3/16):