Labels: Reiki mumbo jumbo frauds
posted by fatmammycat at 6:02 p.m.
I'm a bouncy, opinionated, messy haired marathon running (!) bibliophile. I wear high heels and have delightful ankles. I'm a devoted drinker. I want a French Bulldog puppy whom I shall call Batman and dress in capes on occasion. I would also like a pug, whom I shall name Mister Woo. He can remain capeless, but I will make sure he wears a diamante collar at all times. Both dogs will submit to repeated snorgling and high pitched squeals that only a dolphin would normally tolerate. I hate Reiki/psychics/mystics/frauds with all my liver. Also, I'm firmly against Jazz and poetry/poems/pomes/ peoms or any of that stuff. I believe in the healing power of ginger.
37 Comments:
Aw, pants. I've gone and missed it haven't i?
Methinks we could be like-minded.
Don't like reiki? What about irreducible complexity?
Irreducible wha? Gay?
http://jamesmcinerney.blogspot.com/2007/07/irreducible-complexity.html
Are you going to the meeting of Skeptics?
http://jamesmcinerney.blogspot.com/2007/08/meeting-of-sceptics.html
Docky, I'm actually still reeling in disbelief.
I truly hate Reiki, far beyond any human words I could type. But after that, I thought homeopathy was the biggest load of bullwank I have ever heard of.
But there was actually a woman on tonight who informed Dawkins that we used to have twelve triangles in our DNA helix-dating back to our time in Atlanta- and that Dawkins was missing a piece of his DNA but that she could add it by waving her hands in front of him and saying, 'there, it is done.'
He is so gracious to them too. Unreal. UNREAL. These people are delusional, beyone delusional and while some of them mean well, most of them are total out and out frauds and charlatans.
I shall look into that sceptics thingie, thank you for the link.
Was it my paranoia or was there a little visual dig at gyms and gym culture?
I almost felt sorry for the NHS homeopathy doctor as all the meaning in his life was stripped away. Almost.
Perhaps it was a dig at iPods.
I agree that doctor looked uncomfortable, but remember when he said, 'I have to pinch myself'? I was thinking, yeah I'll bet you do buddy, new clinic, wood floors and no end in sight.
He'll be fine Gimmie.
Bunch of snake oil salesmen.
And that'd be Atlantis, FMC. I'd hate to think we all came from Atlanta.
And you're right. He kills them will kindness. I did think the God Delusion was a bit preachy but I like him more now.
Thank you Twenty dahling, I did mean Atlantis, Nero had me confuddled.
Coronation Street? Eastenders? Have you no life woman? *tsst* and may I add *tut tut*
Taped it all the same....
I used to have a life, then I moved to the suburbs. Now I have a garden and say, 'good grief' a lot.
Dawkins just picks the most off the wall practitioners of "Reiki" and the likes. I'm not a believer in all things spiritual and ghostly but at the same time, it’s easy to see how Dawkins is using the powers of manipulation to sway the casual viewer. He is the same as them if not worse, at least they are giving people hope when they take their money he just takes their money.
It's easy to see these people are charlatans because they are charlatans.
If they're selling hope then let them call them selves 'Hopesellers'. But they don't do that do they? Because people don't want to buy hope, they want cures.
Dawkins offers up a view, his view, he's not selling you anything. The fact that NONE of those frauds can offer even a scintilla of proof that their form of quackery is true is hardly his fault.
Do you believe in God, a god, any God, do you even think there might be a God even if your a bit suspicious do you think he/she might exist?
I'm-at the risk of repeating myself- agnostic. I personally don't believe in god, but I can neither state FOR SURE that he does or does not exist.
I"m also going to the gym.
He is the same as them if not worse, at least they are giving people hope when they take their money he just takes their money.
Moron.
Wow, Twenty that lovely inability to argue a point with a shred of intelligence. (Wonder how the book will fair off). Are you in the “we are thirty something, we don't believe in anything, we hate our families, we are far more intelligent then everyone else, we are better than you and you and youuu, we try try try so hard to be original, we are so 'new age' and 'cool' the rest of us are so last year before we even brush are teeth in the morning, we are disagreeable just to aggravate people” gang to?? Thank fucking GOD you don't have children, haven knows the rest of your generation are making enough of a balls of it.
With a name like Fatmammycat, I thought I was wandering into a nice part of the internet. But it is catty around here.
Anyway, there is no such thing as God.
Fact.
I can prove it with Bayesian statistics and a Likelihood Ratio Test (LRT for short).
No, honestly, I can.
Stop fricking laughing.
I proved it with my mate Andrew Rambaut one evening when we were having a few beers in the Zoo Club in London (Zoological Society of London Club, not some seedy Soho club called Zoo, sillies).
“we are thirty something, we don't believe in anything, we hate our families, we are far more intelligent then everyone else, we are better than you and you and youuu, we try try try so hard to be original, we are so 'new age' and 'cool' the rest of us are so last year before we even brush are teeth in the morning, we are disagreeable just to aggravate people”
Why does a person not believing in god automatically mean they think they're cool and all the rest of it. I'm not in the slightest bit new age or cool nor even that original. What's cool about it? I don't go to reiki websites or christian websites calling them idiots for believing in god, so why it bothers anyone that I don't has me flummoxed.
I have never ever seen a jot of evidence to convince me that mediums are real, I have never seen a jot of evidence that god exists, nor that reiki is anything other than a feel good exercise where the feeler gets rich. I think horoscopes are laughable. Those are my observations, my own observations.
Good Marmalade the gym was tough today. Rowing 5000m at the end of a weights set is killer.
LRT and beer eh? Sounds like my kind of an evening.
Dang I missed it. In passing I did a bit of aura polishing on the irascible nonnymouse above. Shouldn't be anymore grit on his/her chakras.
I hope they are still spinning. And don't go messing with their DNA, keep those hands to yourself.
"LRT and beer eh? Sounds like my kind of an evening."
I didn't want to say anything before, but afterwards, we had a bit of a giggle about Gauss. Total ledge, he was.
Ah, the memories.
Dear anonymous,
shove it up your hole, you witless cuntbag.
cheers
Twenty
Ah now, now Mr my book will flop because it is simply chic-lit from an arrogant, egotistical excuse for a man (hermaphrodite??) who’s only original contribution will be his use of foul language and even that will be questionable. Sorry, sorry we are all adults here so why don’t you just ask you mammy to iron a nice clean shirts and a pair of trousers (or skirt, whatever you prefer queer boy) and go back to the civil service. I mean you might as well show your face every now and then because when your book goes nowhere and Hodder give you the awkward ‘sorry Twenty your shit there is your bus fair, o and just so we are clear bookie number two is a no no’, you’ll be going back to your old job or no no no maybe you could become a painter, that’s what all the other failures do, they become artists.
I thought I told you to shove it up your hole.
Anyway, learn to spell before you try and engage people in conversation in future, it helps because then they don't think think you're a poorly educated half-wit.
Though even that wouldn't work for you as the shite you spout makes it quite clear you're borderline retarded.
There's no need for the low blows about books and whatever Annoyperson. Unless you've written a best seller yourself that is. Uncalled for. Stick to the subject at hand.
Twenty, I think you were right about that nest. Now stop stirring. Pointless arguments are not good for people who drink rum and laugh at reiki and worship ginger.
Right you are, boss.
I think you'll find wankface that I did not try to engage in conversation with you, it was in fact the other way around. As for my education, grant it spelling is not my forte and far be it for me to explain myself to a scrotum liker such as yourself, but what the hell we are all friends here, I have BSC and an MA, not in English unfortunately but I have had two articles published in the Harvard Business Review not bad for somebody who can’t spell eh? Why don’t you go back to writing your dribble, I’ll help you, it kicks off in Ron’s, an unfortunate chain of events forces you all (‘all’ being your imaginary friends) to undertake a ridiculous escapade riddled with obscene language, hey filth sells and thats what its all about right Twenty, anyway round it up back in Ron’s giving each other sparkly eyed smiles and wanks (sorry I meant winks but hey whatever suits) of approval. You might as well let Dave marry some Asian brazzer just for good measure.
Listen, listen Twenty can you hear it, it’s the Civil Service, go on your country needs you. Tosser!
Anonyperson, just quit it now please.
Assuming Twenty Major is not in fact you alter ego, I apologies Miss FMC but I assume you published your blog with the knowledge that internet explorers might read it and as the ‘comment’ application is active, you are subtly inviting the common individual to voice their opinion. That is all I did. I generally do not resort to mindless slagging matched, unless off course provoked. He called me a moron. I actually liked his/your blog, I’m disgusted and shall pack my bags and leave now, I know when I am not wanted. As much as it pains me, the best of luck with the book Twenty. Take care!
As much as it pains me, the best of luck with the book Twenty. Take care!
haha, you're all right, Anonymous.
Nobody said anything about anyone being not wanted, but for god's sake-if you believe in him- I told Twenty to stop, he did, and I told you to stop and you're now getting offended and being childish. Yes I want comments, but about the subject, not attacks on other folk who comment. I believe that's why I asked BOTH of you to stop.
Or go over to his blog and call him what you like, he's a big boy, he'll handle it.
I blame that James Mcinerney and his beer quoffing for getting folk all rilled up. Confound him!
Me an' all. AND you called him "Docky"
I thought I was "Docky"
We never go out these days either.
Don't worry about Major, he's more robust than he makes out.
I'll be annoyed if he's done chic lit though, that was my idea, ask the Swearing Lady if you don't believe me.
You're quite right Docky1, quite right indeed. I'm fickle. Fatcats are. I never worry about Major too much either.
Hey hey. Leave me out of this. I'm only able to prove God doesn't exist. That's all.
Also I was not beer quoffing. According to the Urban dictionary, quof means this
I was curious if you ever thought of changing the layout of
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But maybe you could a little more in the way of content so people could
connect with it better. Youve got an awful lot of text for only having one or two pictures.
Maybe you could space it out better?
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