NewAgers Will NOT Accept The Kidneys Clear Toxins (And It's A Beautiful Thing)

“My plan,...was to get out excessive toxins,...I felt like my body is intelligent, I know that,...Our bodies are brilliantly made. I decided to keep my tumor and try to work it out of my body a different way.”

As you can see, former MTV VJ Ananda Lewis has died, using her intuition about how the body works (which she did NOT know) and, of course, "alternative" medicine. These beliefs had her following in the goofy and gullible footsteps of Steve Jobs, Farrah Fawcett, Olivia Newton-John, Suzanne Somers, Val Kilmer, Bob Marley, Patrick Swayze, and many, many other fools. 

It's unfortunate, but yet another great "life lesson" for the rest of us: 

 Listen to your fucking Doctor.

 

Ride 'Em, Cowboy!!! Way To Go!!! Yes, Sir!!!

"He has a cowboy hat and dark glasses - but clearly no intention of riding off into the sunset just yet.

Patrick Swayze has been pictured looking more healthy than he has in months.

The Dirty Dancing star, 56, who was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer early last year, appeared to have gained a little weight and grown some of his hair back. He had even added a goatee.

Tubes thought to be catheters for his chemotherapy could be seen hanging in front of his shirt but Swayze was smiling and even indulging in a couple of cigarette breaks.

The pictures were a great contrast to photos taken in April, when he looked frail and thin. Early on in his cancer fight, many fans feared the actor would not last this long. But it is thought he had an advanced form of radiotherapy which is offering new hope to sufferers.

The CyberKnife technique shoots hundreds of beams of radiation at hard-to-reach tumours.
Last week cancer patient Robert Ferrant, 62, became one of the first in the UK to have the procedure. Mr Ferrant, from Jersey, said the treatment meant he 'actually had hope of a cure'.

The machine, which was reportedly also used by Swayze, shoots hundreds of beams of radiation at difficult-to-reach tumours. 
 
It moves with the patient's breathing, meaning it can target tumours deemed inoperable due to their proximity to major blood vessels.

The latest images of Swayze appear to show a distinct improvement in the actor's condition.
In May the former Ghost star appeared frail and painfully thin during another outing and fears grew that he might not have long to live. 
 
On the evidence of these images however it appears Swayze is not going down without a fight."

-- The Daily Mail

I've mentioned before that, while Patrick Swayze has been a total NewAger, his wife adheres to The Macho Response - there will be no homeopathic, or herbal treatments for her man - and it looks like it's paying off. If Farrah Fawcett had such people around her, too, she might still be with us as well - Christina Applegate is.

Listen: If you're sick - I don't care if you've got a fucking cold - keep the NewAge vampires away. They're walking harbingers of death, whispering of stardust and lace.

The Missing Links (Between My World And Yours)

There's a story going around, wrongly saying Patrick Swayze is dying of cancer, and it really depresses me. But not for the obvious reasons:

I've known for a long time that Patrick Swayze is a total NewAger - prone to believing all the nonsense that goes with that designation - but I also know he's married to a woman, Lisa, who isn't. So, being a feminized NewAger, I'm pretty sure the reason he's tackling (and beating?) cancer with conventional treatments - the same ones that have been keeping Elizabeth Edwards alive - is because his "strong" wife is insisting on it. It is she who keeps the quacks and wackos away from her "believer" of a husband.

What's depressing me is knowing I'm a "macho" guy, who was married to a NewAge woman, and seeing how the switch in roles plays out.

Instead of being able to keep the idiots away from her, I've been roundly condemned for trying to not have her fed to the lions, which - as we all know by now - I failed at. There were (and still are) just too many people against me who believed her husband (AKA "a man") had no place giving counsel (AKA "controlling") any aspect of his wife's life - because, marriage or no marriage, she was a "free spirit" who had right to be selfish - no matter what that meant to my devoting my life to her.

These people (out of my earshot) were more than happy to subversively undermine my marriage, and - when it was finally crumbling into ruins - say so openly, because I didn't/couldn't/wouldn't go for their bullshit.

And now my ex-wife has broken my heart, destroyed my life, and is with a NewAge quack who created the opening necessary for the two of them to kill three people - the first being my mother-in-law - which also cuts me in half, whether I liked the racist old horse or not.

Ladies and Gentlemen, excuse me but - I'm a talented artist, an atheist, and a rationalist - so my life was NOT supposed to play out this way. I worked too fucking hard. I expected more.

I crawled through the fucking broken glass of backward-ass ghetto life, and cultish racial beliefs, and the Alice In Wonderland politics of liberalism. I served my country and, with decades of study, honed my craft. I tried to marry well. I tried to be a good man. And I've been forced to pay a heavy price for all that effort by NewAgers.

I still am being forced to pay for it as they go about their dirty work.

When I read the reviews of Cadillac Records, I feel like the descriptions of Howling Wolf, Muddy Waters, Chuck Berry, and Etta James are actually talking about me. I swear like them; I share their talent, volatility, and values. And I see the NewAgers I encounter (online and off) as doing their damnedest to knock that creative spark out of me. It won't work (I'm not my silly-assed wife) but they do try.

I've pointed out, countless times, how bad art is becoming under NewAge. Music especially, because it's not a genre that should be playing by any of NewAge's rules.

Music isn't about record sales or videos, but pure emotion - and we all know how important "feelings" are to NewAgers. We're suffering artistically because they're insisting it's their feelings that matter. They're the ones who are forcing art to be about sex. They're the ones who are forcing art to be about celebrity. They're the ones who are forcing art to always be about the lowest common denominator possible. And we're better than that - I know it - and that knowledge won't be beaten out of me like it's been beaten out of others. I'm fucking better than that.

I was raised a foster child, and like all foster children (especially the latest most famous one) the idea seems to be that we've been put here merely to be abused by men and women - society, really - without anyone admitting that abuse is actually happening. But I will not be silent about what I've experienced or what I see happening out there: you people are sick, and I don't have time for your self-reverential pastel-colored "beliefs" about yourselves any longer. You're the cruelest of liars and fools.

So go on: tell someone else about the importance of being "humble" before you - a demand you don't ever make of black women - because, just like the church-going black women who raised me, I ain't got time for your bullshit: you're a bunch of liars and I will stay my own man. I don't need no belief system, no guru, no cult, or support group - like my heroes (and true peers), the first black Rock 'N' Roll artists, I need to be a free man - because that's what now sustains me. That, and my hatred for all you've created and done. Black president or no, you don't fool me.

And with that, I guess I'll end my little rant by saying I think the rest of y'all can go straight to Hell.