What's up, dork?

So, I've been occupied with tons of Christmas cheer as well as a new smartphone.  The Christmas cheer thing I get.  This fucking phone - not so much.  That should explain my absence (well, that and Angry Birds).

While exercising my new found mobile prowess, I somehow stumbled across some writings from a dingy former inmate of the Academy for Psychic Studies.  This guy's corporeal presence may be on the loose but it became obvious his thoughts (such as they are) remain tethered to the iron gate of the psychotic academy.

I won't name him as his publically available writings are embarassing enough.  However, I can say he and his spouse are two of the Spiritual Rights Foundation's elite "Doctor Reverends".  Unlike the rest of the unfortunate recipients of this dishonor, he and his spouse wear their psychotic title with pride - somewhat like a drunk proudly pissing himself while raising a glass.

One such article helpfully points out that changing one's cirumstancesfor the better is as easy as changing one's perspective from gloomy to hopeful.  Such a turn in attitude will magically and effortlessly result in such life affirming advancements in finances and more, the power of positive thought cannot be disputed.

You would think this "Doctor Reverend" is currently living the good life, driving a nice car, taking a va-ca whenever and loving life simply because he thinks well of himself and his aspirations.

You would if you shared what is in the "Doctor Reverend's" pipe.

His circumstances are no better than the average person and further, my observation is they are no better than our own post-college bohemian lifestyle (one I chose as it beat the crap out of working for a living).

It seems while the rest of us evolved and developed depite our "fuck the fucking fuckers" outlook, the positively positive "Doctor Reverend" has progressed to the point of treading water and maintaining the lifestyle we left behind after we discovered living like a fucking bo-ho, sucked hard.

As for the train of thought polluting the demented doctor's noggin, I'd have to say there isn't one.  If you have the stomach to read his writings, you may find a litany of aphorisms like "think positively so you will not be negative" among other wise and insightful advice.

What you won't find is any REAL insight or advice.  You won't even find what constitutes "positive" for the dickhead doc.

There is no original thought coming from the doctor's mind.  A quick review of his writjngs will sadly reveal what we all expected: the only fucking thing he can express are the empty and vacuous ramblings excreted from the deranged and psychotic mind of none other than William Duby himself.

That a well-intentioned but idiotic folower of the psychotic mystic is running around unchained is bad enough, that he is given apparent authority and legitimacy through an incorrectly used title and bogus doctoral degree from an unaccredited outfit while spewing worthless garbage that isn't even his own is frightening.

We all knew the Academy for Psychic Studies was founded to create mindless followers whose pockets can be picked and corpulent robotic minions who hold down the unfortunate while Robin Dumolin strip searches him and Angela Silva prys loose his PIN and PayPal password.  So, seeing an idiot who is sallying forth banging a drum hoping it would inspire us to reach into our pockets for a handout does not surprise.

In this instance, it just pisses you off.