Well, no, of course not, but in a David Horowitz/Colliers book-length attack on "cult leader" Noam Chomsky, this paragraph appears:
Even this rapturous praise does not quite capture the extent of the Chomsky phenomenon. At this point in his career, Chomsky is more a cult figure?"the L. Ron Hubbard of the New Left," one writer called him?than a writer or even a theorist. (Most of his "books" are pamphlets in disguise, collections of speeches, or interviews strung together, as in the case of the best selling 9-11, which was assembled by email with the assistance of his acolytes.) Rock groups such as Rage Against the Machine and Pearl Jam promote Chomsky at their concerts the way the Beatles once promoted the Guru Mahraraji, solemnly reading excerpts from his work in between sets and urging their followers to read him too. Manufacturing Consent, a documentary adapted from a Chomsky book of the same title, has achieved the status of an underground classic in university film festivals. And at the climactic moment in the Academy Award-winning Good Will Hunting, the genius-janitor played by Matt Damon, vanquishes the incorrect thinking of a group of sophomoric college students with a fiery speech quoting Chomsky on the illicit nature of American power.
(italics mine)
Horowitz is a radical turned conservative, and if you'd like to read more of his rants, check out his new website, .He is thinking, of course, of the Maharishi (TM), who I'm pretty sure they discovered (and quickly abandoned) after they had finished touring, so the whole thing was pretty much dreamed up. (George continued his infatuation with the Mystical East through ISKON, the "Hare Krishnas," our archenemies as premies. Along with the Moonies and Scientologists, of course.)
Although I did here a rumor, during a ten-day marathon in Kissimee Florida in the full flowering of the Worship the Fat Body Draped in Periwinkle Flowers period (1977?) that John and Yoko were in attendance, disguised and camped out in a tent. Being our cultural leaders, how could they miss out on being in the presence of the Living Lord. (Or, as we know him now, the Great Speaker, or the Ultra Oprah, whose tickets to an upcoming Denver event, I read in this morning's paper, are being hawked on eBay for a thousand bucks a pair. Boy, would Prem Pal be jealous!)