Maybe not, but here she is actually outing herself in megaton fashion (please forgive the link).
Here’s to you, Sylvia. Now kindly take that bottle of false hope you’ve been dangling at all of those poor bastards looking for ‘answers’ like a leash at a Chihuahua with one kidney and jam it up your pustule-studded, wrinkled, dandruff-speckled cunt.
You know, when I’m on The Dope I can’t be arsed to change channels on the TV. Sometimes I have a local channel on instead of CNN, and The Montel Williams Show comes on. I’ve heard this woman several times. I cannot believe the crap she spews, nor that anyone could be so credulous as to believe her. I’ve often wished I could call her on it. Looks like someone has done that for me.
Oooh! I wanna be a Reuter’s Wire Service Psychic, too: I predict that Ariel Sharon’s stroke was caused by his use of anticoagulants! Send me your money!
Since my wife watches her shit on Montel every week, I sometimes pick up some tidbits. I heard her say, and I shit you not, “Well of course the aliens built the pyramids.” I was floored.
Busted! I’ve been waiting for something like this. I’ve watched a few of her year-end prediction bits on Montel, and I’d love it if someone would do an analysis of what percentage of her predictions come true. If you throw enough stuff out, some of it will be right, but I’m sure most of it never happens.
You’d think her spirit guides would tell her that her hair looks hideous. I mean, what good are spirit guides if they can’t even do simple things like that? How can anyone have tons of money and not be able to get a good haircut? She needs to sue her hairstylist for malpractice. And quit smoking those nasty cheap cigarettes, because her voice is really creepy. She gives me the heebie-jeebies.
I once bought one of those tabloids that had predictions by famous “psychics” for the upcoming year. I put it away for 12 months, then looked at it when the anniversary date rolled around.
Not one single “prediction” was on the mark. Not a single, solitary prediction came true.
How can people believe such crap? Year after year after year?
Your wife doesn’t buy Brown’s shit, does she? 'Cause, if she does, you’re a better man than I am. I couldn’t be married to someone who believes such festering bullshit (it’s a failing on my part, I’ll admit).
Without so much as a hiccup, I’m sure. My problem with this is how does one of these con artists emotionally divorce themselves from their collective moral terpitude enough to not be deeply ashamed by their emotional legerdemain? I can only come to the conclusion that she really and truly believes that she is psychic which only serves to galvanize the premise that it is the collective human race that is at fault and should be ashamed for buying into this tripe.
The bottom line is that this stuff shouldn’t be legal. I have always been against big government, but some people must be protected from their own inner demons and the likes of Sylvia Browne.
As an experiment, I placed torn pages from her latest book in the bottom of my Prairie Dog’s cage. He actually held his shit in for two days until I put something more reputable down. He has no problem using The Weekly World News. Take from that what you will.
Yeah, well, um…she’s catholic. I tend toward atheism or at least agnosticism. I can tell you this though, not only does my wife believe some of this bullshit, so do her two sisters AND her two sisters-in-law. They even go so far as to trade her books back and forth amongst themselves. :rolleyes:
Then again I used to work with a guy who INSISTED that everything in the Weekly World News had to be true, otherwise the Government wouldn’t allow them to print it right?
Don’t get me wrong now, my wife doen’t believe that the aliens came down and built the pyramids or that sort of bullshit, but she isn’t too sure about the ghost things ya know. I blame it on 12 years of parochial school and being beaten by nuns. Okay, I made up the part about being beaten by nuns.
My sister is home from college, and mi madre and her were watching Motel one day. The following conversation ensued:
M: “Angels usually mean something bad, but guardians are not there to hurt you.”
S: “How can you tell if it is a guardian?”
M: “I guess you just know. They blend in, so it is hard to see.”
S: “I think I have seen mine before!!!1”
Here were two grown women discussing the nuances of a completely made up bullshit topic. They both refuse to listen to me (they mock me with Peabody voices saying “oh, look at me, I read books”) and instead listen to this Brown asshole who is demonstratably false about near everything. Her words are the divine truth - screw science.
So she’s basically saying, “If you don’t believe in me, your opinion doesn’t mean dick.” There aren’t enough roll-eye emoticons in the world for this woman.
I’m thinking that it must be some sort of thing that women do. My wife’s brothers all spent 12 years in the same parochial school that she did and none of them believe any of this bullshit. My best friends wife and daughter watch this shit all the time and believe every word of it…and his wife is an air traffic controller :eek:
Get a bunch of guys together and start spouting off about guardian angels, ghosts and other such crap and you’ll get laughed at. Repeatedly and with great vigor.
As a woman and Skeptic I was gonna get bent out of shape about this, but… I can’t. I’m afraid you’re kind of right, Xploder – most of the people I know who believe psychic bullshite are women. Depressing.