Carrying on in a slightly different vein than the last post, our
totally debunked TV psychic, Derek Acorah, is still getting away with making
unfounded declarations - which should be cause enough for each of us to bang our heads against something hard - while Elvis' daughter, Lisa Marie Presley, has
finally removed all mention of Scientology from her official website, leaving The King's obese-karate-moves-in-a-jumpsuit period, his dying on the toilet, and Lisa Marie's "marriage" to Michael Jackson, as the only remaining indignities to his legacy.
Kidding!
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:
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.
Like John Edwards, I've got to get
my affairs in order,...