“I reject categorization. I fit no categories so don’t even try to label me.”

When somebody says that as the introduction to their religious beliefs, you can bet the farm on the fact that whatever they are going to say next is going to be warmed-over derivative twaddle from a couple of half-remembered high school sophomore bull sessions on “Being a Good Person Means Not Hurting Anybody Else” and “What Would the Vulcans Think?”. The founder of the Church of Reality does not disappoint. A shining cataract of platitudes, suburban consumerism, TV sci-fi wisdom, and Baby Boomer self-absorption, congratulating itself on its daring originality while failing to rise from its comfy chair to grab the remote and even try to hear what more advanced thinkers like Shirley MacLaine or Woody Harrelson have to say. It’s so usual it’s almost unusually usual.