I don't care if it's a derail. I simply need to say: I strongly disapprove of this club... I did attend one meeting, albeit under false pretenses (rickybobby was the one attendee)... it's kind of embarrassing, but here's what happened; rickybobby was standing on the corner, passing out leaflets. "Do you want to find out the Way to Happiness?" she asked me. "Sure!" I responded. "Who doesn't?" However, I soon became uneasy as she led me to the back room of a restaurant that featured bland and tasteless food -- where the uniforms of the all-male waitstaff consisted of old jeans and ratty flannel shirts over t-shirts that were, well, about 20 washings past their prime. They all wore these goofy glasses! Rickybobby motioned for me to sit down at a table. After sitting down, I looked around me: to my horror the walls were plastered with photos of someone she reverently referred to as, alternately, TDX, or AH. Needless to say, I had to get out of there, and FAST. It was just so creepy. I simultaneouly yanked the chair away from the table and attempted to run away... which made me fall flat on the floor. "Wait! Don't go!" rickybobby begged me. "Please buy a copy of 'The Fountainhead'! How about a, 'Mitt Romney is da Bomb' button?!" I crawled my way to the door, desperate now to leave the horrible place. I managed to pull myself up, but even as I slammed the door behind me, I could hear the walls echo with the obnoxious tones of a disembodied voice, bellowing, "I am the Xander..."