I want to bludgeon all proponents of murder by woo-woo with a crowbar.

[Commie Pinko Dirtbag]

No, really, I do. :mad:

Thanks for allowing me to let that out of my system.

[EvolveOrConvolve]

1. I'm feeling pretty uncharitable towards these assholes

Don't know if a crowbar would help me feel better, but it would take care of the problem pretty permanently.

[LeftyMom]

2. I'm willing to let them live as long as they give an illiterate teenager their medical power of

attorney. Since the kid can be trusted to make wise decisions for himself and all, I can't see why they would distrust his judgment. ;)

[Warpy]

5. Only if it's an illiterate teenager who stands to benefit

from their untimely demise.

[onager]

3. This just in: crowbar wounds healed by ginseng and powdered crocodile penis.

n/t

[tiddlywinks]

4. now i know what woo woo is!

:hi:

[NMMNG]

6. No problem

They can treat the injuries with some reiki and homeopathic remedies and be back to 100% in no time. ;-)

[LeftyMom]

7. Oh, I have a reiki story.

This little boy I used to babysit had the misfortune of getting shaved down to a very patchy buzz cut after his higly eccentric grandmother, whose degree of woo I can not even begin to describe in a single post, decided to cut his hair, f'd it up, f'd up the repair job, and finally got it to the point that the only remaining option was shaving his head and waiting for it to grow back. The poor kid looked like the world's tiniest chemotherapy patient, and we were joking about getting him a safron robe and dressing him up as spoonboy from The Matrix for Halloween.

So Grandma WooWoo (who, in addition to being a wiccan priestess who legally changed her name to reflect this status, and a professional tarot card reader and I don't know what else, took some classes and is now an official Reiki Master with a certificate and everything :eyes: ) subjected this kid to sitting still for like an hour a day while she sat there with her hands over his scalp sending reiki into his head. And wouldn't you know it, after three weeks or so he had a ripe crop of peach fuzz on his hair, and after three months or so he needed a haircut again. This, of course, was evidence that reiki works, since his hair grew back "so fast." Seemed like the same rate my kid's un-reikied hair grows, but I didn't get a certificate for taking classes in the back of a bookstore in Berkeley, so what do I know. :eyes:

[progressoid]

8. Oh man, that's going to be one screwed up kid.

Please don't tell me he's home-schooled. Sounds like he needs as much time away from home as possible.

[LeftyMom]

9. I have no idea, they moved away.

His Mom was talking about buying some pagan homeschooling program (which turned out to be a scam and ripped off a bunch of people who, unlike her, actually had money to spend on such a thing,) but considering how loath she was to actually parent the kid (he was usually farmed out to Granny Woo for most of his waking hours) I'm sure as soon as she was able to dump him on the state for thirty five hours a week she probably did so out of sheer laziness.

[NMMNG]

10. Oy vey

Just like those whackos who insist their prayers work when people who did absolutely nothing achieved the same results. What is it with people and such insanity?

[onager]

11. OT, but I just got a chain email...

For Memorial Day. Pass it on to 10 people, etc.

It started with a lengthy whine about the Pledge of Allegiance, rendered in a fetching 44-point purple font, with UNDER GOD underlined and ALL-CAPPED (naturally).

Then there was some doggerelific poem about a "young Marine." I am an old former Marine, and was just as atheistic during my military service as I am now. My father pitched a fit once when I was home on leave, and he saw that the religion line of my dog-tags said "NO PREF." (In those days, you were either PROT, CATH, JEW, or NO PREF. Nowadays they allow Off-Brand Religions like Wicca on the dog tags, I understand.)

This thing finished by saying: Say a prayer for a soldier on Memorial Day. It's the most important thing you can do for our troops!

I could come up with a list of about 1,000 better things to do for the troops (short of the best solution, getting them out of Bush's Iraqi misadventure). From sending them care packages, right up to helping buy them the body armor that the Bush Admin didn't bother purchasing.

What irritated me the most, I guess, was thinking about all the people who will mutter an incantation to the Invisible Whatever, then mentally pat themselves on the back for "helping the troops" when they actually didn't do jack-shit.

I started on a response, then gave up. For one thing, this glurge came from one of Mom's friends and I don't want to cause her any trouble.

Grrr...

[NMMNG]

12. Useless pap for idiots

I'm surprised they didn't ask you to also put a magnetic ribbon on your bumper. :eyes: