Skeptics: would you marry a person who genuinely believed they were psychic...

No straight guy, in the history of human interaction, has slapped a woman for ogling him. That just doesn’t happen.

Nope. I would never be able to fully respect them, nor able to disguise it.

I’ve got some friends who are really into astrology, and i-ching and all that sort of stuff, and it’s a constant source of annoyance. I can’t imagine ever being in a serious relationship with someone who believed they were psychic, and if they made money off it, I’d consider it borderline criminal.

Ok, then imagine the two of you get married some day. Then reproduce. Now you have a child with asthma and one with diabetes. All of a sudden those lively debates have gone from theoretical to practical. Therefore, there is no way I could marry that guy either.

No. A person who claims to be psychic is so dishonest you would have to sleep with your wallet in a safe.

This is as good a place as any to bring up the story of Leilani Neumann, a Wisconsin mother convicted of second-degree reckless homicide for let her daughter die of high blood sugar while she prayed over her.

I am using the word mother in its loosest possible sense, of course. A more accurate term would be “gormless bitch who would, in a just world, be beaten to death with a framing hammer.”

I agree with you that this woman deserves severe punishment. But WI has a shield law to protect nutcases exactly like her – to protect people who try to heal by prayer. IMO it should be taken off the books altogether, but AFAIK it’s still there. I wonder how the prosecutor got around it.

Also --“gormless”???

Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, JIM!

gorm·less
Pronunciation: \ˈgȯrm-ləs\
Function: adjective
Etymology: alteration of English dialect gaumless, from gaum attention, understanding (from Middle English gome, from Old Norse gaum, gaumr) + -less
Date: 1883
chiefly British : lacking intelligence : stupid

I’m going to assume you’re just not feeling well today.

No. Categorically, no.

Skald, Skald, Skald, Skald, Skald!

Not unwell, just intellectually lazy. To my surprise, I had volunteered (silently, apparently with unconscious psychic communication) to sand my sister’s deck today. I came home tired and sweaty and dust-covered to “gormless”. I only had so many keystrokes in me.