Big Momma's Boy Packs in the B.S.

It happens once a month and it's not pretty: Big Momma's Boy gets packed with crap. The following article is a great example of
1) Not much going on in Toronto,
2) A terrible journalist stammering out a stupid story to make the day's numbers,
3) A story that inspires blog headlines everywhere,
4) A source for a kewl kwote from a purveyor of woo, to wit:
Psychics trying to overcome negative vibes
“I honestly would like to see ‘psychics’ eradicated,” he said, adding people can genuinely trust themselves to have foresight on their lives.
If you ask me, it's all a brunch of B.S.

Nyuk nyuk nyuk. Exeunt stage right.

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