I'm hoping Tony and Cherie Blair’s former "lifestyle guru," Carole Caplin, isn't lying when she says, "I started getting round-the-clock migraines. The pain was unbelievable and I couldn’t eat,…I couldn’t stop crying. I was disgusted with myself," because I've wanted her to suffer (along with her boyfriend, convicted con man Peter Foster) for many, many years now. Actually, I hope her inner trauma continues, and then, somehow, Tony and Cherie come down with the same symptoms, as it starts to spread and consume the entire NewAge Movement, striking them down like in the movie Contagion so, even if I'm not there, I will have already had the pleasure of watching Gwyneth Paltrow's face as she dies. Wait a minute, what am I saying? That's mean - I take it back:
Gwyneth Paltrow should die while using her own fucking colon cleanse.
But yes, still preferably in the presence of Matt Damon.
Speaking of movies featuring cults and cultists, people are noticing they're a phenomena now, but without noticing the actions of cults and cultists in real life, which is weird. I'd recommend they read a book or two, but it hasn't helped Ann Althouse, so I'd be a fool to hold out much hope for anyone else. Ann's a lawyer and a professor, and (I used to think) they know everything.
Oh well, the world is going to end in 2012 anyway, so what do I care?
Like John Edwards, I've got to get my affairs in order,...