I thought of him but then realized that Grant may not be of the caliber of subjects that Louis works on.
However there is some hope that Louis might touch on the Cardones as an example of scientologists, or was able to get interview with them, for the documentary
My Dear Friend,
I sincerely pray that "some hope" is a hint that the Cardones were actually given the opportunity.
I have a rather groteque image in my preposterously degraded mind.
Picture if you will, "Madame Theroux", the female of an especially sinister species of spider as she spins her devastatingly cruel web. All the more devastating for it's appearance.....
It is often remarked that this web looks so harmless, something with a childlike quality to it, which imparts feelings of innocence, naivete, and "neutrality". However, the victims of "Madame Theoroux" know better, and a peculiar aspect about the victims of this spider is that the more rotten and filthy their souls happen to be, the worse will be the effects of the bite inflicted by "Madame Theroux".
And so perhaps it it unsurprising, my friend, that my visualiser's gifts allow me to see all too clearly the abominable display that will no doubt ensue should "Madame Theroux" indeed, get to sink her deadly fangs into the disgustingly crass Cardones and that she will destroy everything that they stand for. It is not a pretty sight. I see lurid displays by two ego-whores as Madame Theroux notices their moves and entices them closer with delicate strands of her web. As they get closer the two of them are seen to be swarming with parasites, BTs? or bits of the bullshit which they feed on and then themselves excrete, through every pore? Madame Theroux is unfazed; her victims think that they are the ones in Total Control on All Dynamics, and that includes being in control of Madame Theroux.
But they are wrong! Just as onlookers are about to throw up with the sickening sight of the Cardones self revelations about self, BITE!!! and BITE!!! I see Madame Theroux's vicious fangs with extraordinary speed slash deeply into the two most repulsive OTs this Universe has ever known. The two of them, oozing malignant pus, twitch helplessly, quivering the fine threads of the web, invoking in onlookers an eerie sense of peace, as does a violinist who finds a soothing melody in his strings.