Lord Ashtray and his website is a scary place. We come in peace, take me to your Master or Visa Card!
You can donate to Lord Ashtray's legacy in handy $100 dollar increments.
Download and enjoy a galactic MP3 of Love Light meditation, a snip at $50.
Of maybe you can slap on the truly astronomical Home Energy Harmonizer patch, reduced and on special offer at $25 a pop.
Then there's a lovely celestial tee shirt, a $26.35 value for, err, $26.35.
By heck as like!
You can't unsee
that image once you've connected to it's astral plane in the 5th dimension.
So let's get this right. Lord Ashtray and his heavenly hangers-on navigate their way across the galaxy, through the time and space vortex, into and beyond the black hole of Enzarius, dodging three Sontaran battle-cruisers in their snow-producing mothership and at the end of this epoch-making odyssey he and his space-scum buddies simply set up shop knocking out over-priced tat. On the internet.
The whole thing looks like a Televangelist's wet dream and is nothing more that a scamming website designed to part gullible new age hippys from their state benefits and dreamy women of a 'certain age' from their grown-up kids' inheritances. Its a not-so-subtle blend of mysticism, Christianity and fairground shucksterism with a bit of si-fi bollocks binding it all together.
Lord Ashtray has such a busy schedule packing up the merchandise that he can't spare the time to appear himself, however he does manage to 'channel'
his words through a crazed American lady Susan Leland. Listen - if you dare!
Then - dial this toll free number! our cosmic call takers are standing by.
People actually believe this crap?
Actually it is worrying to see from the supportive, nay transfixed comments below the linked video and a plethora of other similar ones (see
here for instance) and I think we are witnessing the birth of a new religion, the sort created from nothing by the likes of the charlatan Joseph Smith which morphed into the ludicrous Church of the Latter Day Saints or the truly bonkers L. Ron Hubbard's risable Church of Scientology. We as a species have a fatal flaw, one which will be the end of us, the
desire to believe any old shit and
a steadfast need to suspend critical thinking in order to follow the latest Pied Piper.
The people actually behind Lord Ashtray, the human beings presently sitting on the beach sipping Crystal champers watching the dollars roll in must be laughing all the way to the galactic bank.
Truly, we are fucked.