Friday, April 22, 2011

This Is Sad - It's Beyond Sad - It's Pathetic

When it comes to NewAge, lawyers today are mostly ignorant cowards with no idea what they're doing:
The court case against an accused cancer-cure scammer who promised potential clients she could use "faith healing" to cure them has been dropped by the Australian Competition and Consumer Commission.

The Federal Court was this morning told the ACCC was discontinuing in its case against self-proclaimed spiritual healer Gwyneth Graham.



The commission had launched a prosecution against Ms Graham in February claiming she had made false and misleading representations. In March, the Commission had applied for injunctions against the alleged healer.



The Federal Court was previously told one promotion for her alleged cure had claimed the "spiritual healing" was 100 per cent effective and treated all types of cancer.



The court had also been told the treatment cost up to $495 and included walking into water and re-emerging "like Jesus".

Federal Court Justice Antony Siopis last month raised concerns that the case would test the blurred border between trade practices issues and matters of faith and spirituality.



The judge had acknowledged those suffering cancer were a vulnerable market but went on to describe matters of spirituality a "slippery slope" and made a distinction between alleged drug-based cures and those requiring faith or a belief from a client.
"Can you ever find that the conduct is misleading if it is founded on a representation that 'I can if you believe'," Justice Siopis had said.



The judge had suggested the ACCC give serious thought about whether it was appropriate to pursue the case given its legal complexity.
Let somebody with experience in cultism at 'em, and these con artists would be begging to go to prison. Especially the true believers. They hate being cornered by someone who understands them. And a court of law is the place to do it, because they can't shut down the proceedings, or run away, or make their stupid excuses. Everyone seeing what they're up to, like in front of a jury, is everything they fear.

I'd eat 'em for lunch.