Glorious, utterly glorious screed against bunk in the Guardian. By way of example:
“What star sign are you?”
“I’m whatever sign whose prediction this week read, ‘On Sunday, a friend who has masqueraded as a rational human being for the 15 years of your acquaintance will stand revealed before you as just another cack-brained, gibbering fool swirling in a festering cesspit of stupidity’.”
[Update: Daniel has pointed out that I’ve known him for almost fifteen years.]
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In the excellent television programme The Tribe this week, the wise man of the tribe was foretelling the future by studying the entrails of a goat. How amusing and primitive! – – except that many members of so-called Western civilised society try to do exactly the same thing by studying the stars as if they were white blobs of cotton-wool on a black blanket. Yet these same people would mock the use of the goat’s entrails, wouldn’t they?
I’d take it a lot [b]less[/b] seriously if the first astrologer I’d ever seen didn’t say…
“Hrm… (astro gibberish here) – looks like you almost died by violence sometime around the age of four or five?”
Now, she was off by a couple of years, but you don’t have to have stuff like that happen very often to take a thing seriously.
Yeah, but Vinay – as I’ve often observed, you’ve had a life so screwed-up it’s not even vaguely plausible that you’re anything other than a fictional character. So what are you saying here? Astrologers can make up accurate stuff about somebody who can only rationally exist in the imaginations of others anyway? *That’s* your argument? Sheesh!
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