Just a reminder of where we were before the woman who endorsed The Secret (giving it two shows) went on to lend her considerable "credibility" to creating a dream starring Obama.
The American media is really on top of things out there,...
Look at those names: the adulterer and serial liar; the baseless Global Warming fearmonger; the guy who tried to scam the Journal of American Medicine; the brothers who convinced a bunch of lamers this reality isn't real, and a "race man" who not only makes no sense but - and this is his larger crime to me - made a bad rap album.
What an example that collection sets, huh? Just the idea that someone could look at that list of names, knowing what impoverished roles these people are playing in our lives, and not call "bullshit" on Ken Wilber, should tell you all you need about what's wrong with the West today. All major players, all proven douchebags on the public stage, and all "followers" of Ken Wilber. I ask you: who's running the show here? These so-called "leaders" or the bald-headed asshole they all suck up to?
These "followers" are people who won't grow up enough to shake off the shackles in their minds. To be "real" men and women - not childlike "followers". Always on the prowl to rope others into another kooky idea that's supposed to bring happiness but, after all these years, has done nothing but bring life in America low; started another generation to follow. Like the proverbial company man who's working against the organization, there's just nothing worse.
I hate this. Yes, "hate". If you had told me, when I was a child, that when I grew up I'd be surrounded by so many people who lacked independence of thought - and who, despite all the evidence cultism is extremely bad for human beings, will ignore all that for their own personal fulfillment - I'd have never believed you. Adults, by now, were supposed to be brighter than this. But not these adults. They know less about themselves than anything else - and will admit it when pressed. My hearing "Oh, I don't know" is now a cliche' of my waking life - always said by some formally passionate idiot who, apparently, no one else has ever questioned deeply about what they believe. They just don't know what they believe. And they won't try thinking.