Boycott Cruise

I am so SICK of Tom Cruise. It seems like every time I turn on the boob tube there is another of his movies on, or E channel is talking about him, or somebody is talking about psychiatry or Scientology or being glib and his name comes up. Ewww. I have a personal boycott going on. I have actually turned the TV off when I see his face. If I happen to have control of the remote and am watching with the BF (boyfriend), I must change the channel. If I don't have control, I leave the room. I hate him...and I don't like to use the word "hate". Last night I was flipping during one of the commercial breaks in "Rescue Me" and I thought I saw "The Last Samurai". I had a mini-seizure and changed the channel immediately. I think maybe he is my Mary Hart - the sound of his voice gives me seizures. Although, it's really a lot more serious than just the sound of his voice. Even the thought of him preaching about how much he knows about psychiatry/psychology makes me want to wretch. Now he has all his celebrity Scientologists out making statements to whoever will listen about his so-called kid. And her name, Suri, means princess in Hebrew??? No it doesn't! Suri is a Persian Rose. I looked it up here. It also means pickpocket in Japanese. In the Amazon, it is a large edible grub eaten by Amazonian natives. Nice. I used to actually be a fan of his. Top Gun was a favorite of mine. Never again. I will never watch another movie of his as long as I live. Also, I will try to convince everyone I know to never see another of his movies as long as they live. I am so glad Paramount kicked him to the curb.

Apparently, I am not the only one who feels this way. His popularity is down 40%! Sweet. On with the boycott.

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