The SF Weekly Blog has a list of the Top 10 San Francisco cults. And #1 on the list?
Even better, they link to me!
So I figure this makes me the Jim Jones of Gavin worshippers and I couldn't feel more powerful. You must all sell your homes, move into our compound in Pacific Heights and give the Church (me) all of your money, which I will spend on attending high class soirees in an attempt to get us closer to Gavin. I will return from said soirees to the compound to give my 5 hour sermons on the glory of GCN.
All Church members must remain celibate, except for me, obviously. I'm allowed to sleep with any well-dressed male with helmet hair. We'll have a communal garden and craft projects and everyone will get assigned special chores, like making sure we never run out of fois gras and raising and lowering our Church flag, made exclusively of blue neckties.
We'll celebrate Christmas on October 10th and for Halloween, we all dress up as a different Gavin ho. Oh, and I get my own Lincoln Towncar and Ragone gets to be my driver.
Every morning, I'll rise and scream out the window, "Bjorn! Bring the car around!"
I will spend mornings at Starbucks recruiting new members and researching third world destinations where I might decide to move us if things get too hot in Pac Heights...