Thoughtless for the Day

Evilfuckingbitch! Fat and stupid may be no way to go through life, but that never slowed down professional "psychic" Sylvia Browne. Just because I don't own one of those ubber-moronic Ronald "I wet 'em again" Reagan commemorative dimes doesn't mean that I think the police officers and firemen who died saving lives on 9/11 weren't the best bravest people that this, or an other country ever produced. Here's a clip that's been making the rounds today: it's of Sylvia Browne pissing all over the hopes of a loved one of one of those 9/11 heroes. Don't judge the woman who asks about here late boyfriend too harshly. She's been suffered a devastating loss and is desperate for closure. But just because people might want to buy bullshit, that doesn't mean that scumbags like Sylvia should sell it to them. Had Sylvia been any sort of decent human being instead of a rasping she-moose, she would've told that woman that she was lucky, in this piss-poor excuse for a world, to find somebody that she loved: no matter for how short a time and it as certain as the fact that Sylvia's face will scare rats off of a wheel of cheese that the woman's boyfriend's last thoughts where about how he'd much rather be with her. None of us need the world ugliest psychic to tell us that

Just in case you've recently suffered a head injury and assumed that this was Sylvia's only miss, take a gander at this:

Speaking of malodorous cattle:

"If you're not electing Christians, then in essence you are going to legislate sin,"

- Katherine Harris