Suck on my chocolate salty balls

At some point it what's been a tirade lasting over a year I've been using this particular bit of language.

It is referenced to Chef in South Park. There is a theme about him making balls of salted chocolate for people to eat.

I wholly admit never consciously realising that Chef is a Scientologist. I knew this at the time but never made the connection. I'm not a Scientologist. I'm intruged about it though just like I'm intrigued by any religion. Even the Tarvu.

I very much doubt I know anything about scientology from what I've gleaned on the internet. They're a somewhat cultist organisation but I like one of their followers. He's a friend of mine on facebook.

I was tempted towards funding by them. They're aligned with antipsychiatry. But any idiot in the know is. The .majority of mental illness is not an illness.
Like. Duh. And stuff.

We clearly have different modes of thought and ways of expressing after that simple collective knowing. Duh. Psychiatry often isn't really about illness. Read the rest of this fucking blog then suck on my chocolate salty balls if you're a psychiatrist.