Friday, February 27, 2009

In Death, the Vultures have no Shame.

And lo, on this most Gingerest of days, the bubbling cauldron of Reiki hatred is once more stirred with the ladle of earthly contempt. For verily it is with the greatest of stink eye that I read the following story.
Observe how the pilot fish bottom-feeding scum-sucking leechy mumbojumbo fraudulent quackular charlatan CUNTBUTLERS that are Reiki Practitioners have slithered their way forth and into the mainstream media. Quelle Surprise, SHOCK horror. Pass me my fainting couch Doris.
Oh Reiki- spit spit- How I hate you so. I hate that no one can be angry about you without immediately being accused of being negative. I hate how you lie, I hate how you convince sick people you are helping. I hate that you take their money. If you just said, 'Look, I can't heal you but you might feel better about talking to someone.' I would let you slide by like the stinkiest of runny shit you are. But no, you must use 'energies' 'blockages' I hate you, I hate you with every fibre of my being, with all of my liver, every part, even the bad bits.
And it is not negativity, it is scorn, it is unbridled passionate derision. You fraudulent abuser of the sick. You deathbed viper. If I could blunderbuss Reiki and all the silly 1/2/3/ master idiots who dabble in its clinging slime I would. Were you corporeal I would rip your head off and piss on your spine, you worthless piece of sceptic pus filled junk. I would hack you into a thousand pieces, pour rock salt on you and then douse you in petrol and light a match.
This kind of shit, I am against it.

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Saturday, February 07, 2009

Homeopathy, how to charge people for water and smile.

Wow, just wow. I'm nicking this from PZ because it froze the damn smile on my face this morning and now I have to go shopping for a dress with CG and I won't be able to smile while doing it. Imagine being a poor sick person waiting for help and having a fucking quack turn up and peddle woo at you. What's next, magicians without borders? Psychics without borders?
As they say on southpark, YOU BASTARDS!.

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Monday, January 12, 2009

More Psychic Side Stepping.

Man, the woo merchants are so full of shit. A short while ago 'psychic' Anna Brennan was waffling away arguing her case ( why so negative, the number one outcry of the woo merchant)on a radio show. She was real, she was absolutely real, she 'helped' people, she even helped the police she was so real, she was afaid of nothing she was so real, she was really real, the realiest real of realington.
When challenged to back up her realness by Bad Psychics Richard Sutherland, Really Real Anna was snottily feisty enough to declare she would be happy to take the Million Dollar Challenge James Randi offers- bear in mind she was live on air at the time.
Huzzah I thought, some gumption. Finally a really real psychic prepared to put its really real money where its mouth is.
Except...
Well slap my thigh and call my lady patch Babs, it now turns out that really real Anna has in fact pooped her proverbial pants and decided that subjecting her awesome really real powers to a challenge is kinda not what really real Anna is all about.
Observe the woo ridden one as she explains in an email to Richard why her radio claims and her reality claims are so far removed from each other.

"Psychic Anna‏ 2/12/08
Good morning Richard,

I have passed the challenge to my solicitor to read over and will get back to you with his opinion. My opinion is that there is no way that challenge could be passed, and there is no way would I be held responsible for all my expenses. Why has John Edwards or Colin Fry not taken this test?

If I do go ahead with it I will not be dealing with Shannonside radio or yourself, I would rather deal with the American side of things - no offense.

One question however, do you believe in the resurrection of Christ and that he appeared to his apostles after the Crucifixion?

When I die and I am wrong about this I have lost nothing but if you die and you are wrong you will have lost everything.

I wish you and your family a Happy Christmas and peaceful 2009.

Regards

Anna"

Weeeeell now, what to make of this. In her opinion the challenge cannot be passed. But why is this? Surely if Really Real psychic Anna Brennan is as really real as she claims she would have nary a scrap of trouble passing a test as easy as Randi's? All she has to be is...psychic.
Observe the 'Christ' waffle thrown into the mix. What has a man being nailed to a cross many many years ago got to do with proving psychic abilities? Your guess is as good as mine.
Here is the thing. if people want to go about claiming they are psychic so be it. But let them back up their assertions, let them prove themselves not liars, exceptional claims require exceptional evidence, the onus is not on us to buy woo, the onus is on them to prove it. I don't go around claiming I can fly, but if I did, I would accept people might need to see proof. And chattering to dead people is just as unlikely as me sprouting my invisible wings and soaring over the rooftops.
So far miss really real has been avoiding Richard's follow on emails, but it will be interesting to see what the outcome will be. 10-1 odds on 'I don't need to prove anything to be really real you know, I'm really real so there, na na ni na na.'
Psychic Anna, really? Your number has been called, now either step up or slither off the pot.


Oh, I should point out that the baby whisperer, Derek Ogilvie did attempt the challenge. Y'all remember how well that went.

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