When your organization consists of thousands of anonymous hackers, programmers, and Internet junkies, each working on their own authority towards a common goal, there's bound to be the occasional stray. This rare address to Scientology from an unknown member of Anonymous serves as a case in point:
1. Nothing in here is really aimed against you guys. In fact, I fully support anything that's against Scientology. See this video as evidence. 2. My MySpace profile is already choked with gay pornography. I doubt it could take any more. 3. I am bereft of lulz, and any attempt to extract them from me will only end in my retreating into my room with a hot fudge sundae and listening to Alanis Morissette tapes. Please, don't let that happen.
How did these hyper-specific tropes spread so quickly?
The Hollywood rumor mill has been playing games with celebrity deaths for at least a century.