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One of the more novel things about my former business partner, Hal, is his membership in the Church of the SubGenius. It's basically a joke religion, or a joke about religion depending on your perspective. Turns out, though, that membership can have serious consequences in a custody suit.

The Church of the SubGenius's savior is Bob Dobbs, an iconic salesman who looks like Ward Cleaver with a pipe. As church doctrine has it, Dobbs cut a deal with Alien X-ists back in the 1950s so that when they return to earth on X-Day — July 5, 1998, or whenever the true date happens to come along — alien sex goddesses will rescue the SubGenius congregation, taking the faithful away in flying saucers while the rest of the population of Earth is processed into drugs which the X-ists can sell on the intergalactic stoner market. Salvation costs $30.

Not really my cup of tea, although I did attend the day before the end of the world 4th of July party at Hal's in 1998 and lived to blog about it here. Pastafarianism is more my style. The article is funny, fightening, and will be religiously educational for you.