Trudeau, of course, is the snake oil salesman and pimple on Gaea’s ass who hawks Natural Cures They Don’t Want You to Know About on infomercials. Last name I learned, to my horror, that my father has ordered his book and is entirely prepared to believe many of his claims.
Now, my first course of action is clear. I must track down Trudeau, explain his offense to him, give him a chance to apologize, and then leave him to the carniverous mercies of my genetically engineered winged flame breathing venom-spewing chimpanzees. But that only solves the WORLD’S problem; it doesn’t do anything about my father’s being misguided. For help with that I turn to the Dope.
For a little background: my father’s in his mid-70s, and though possessed of reasonable native intelligence, only has a sixth-grade education, fairly typical of black man born in rural 1930s Mississippi; he’s also a Pentecostal Christian. What arguments might I muster to help him see that, no, he should NOT take Trudeau’s advice over his doctor’s for ANYTHING?
Thanks in advance for your input. I’m off to give the monkeys their assignment.