Being misanthropic isn’t fun, you know, and from time to time I do my very best to change my attitude. I read inspiring news stories about inspiring people doing inspiring things. I read sad stories about the sacrifices people make for others. I try to see the best in people, and take the Vonnegut attitude that we’re all here to help each other through this thing, whatever it is.
And then I see a news story like this one, and I’m back to square one.
“The teacher looked and me and said: ‘We have to tell you something. The educational assistant who works with Victoria went to see a psychic last night, and the psychic asked the educational assistant at that particular time if she works with a little girl by the name of “V.” And she said ‘yes, I do.’ And she said, ‘well, you need to know that that child is being sexually abused by a man between the ages of 23 and 26.’”
There’s more to the story than the psychic angle – the child was exhibiting signs of sexualised behaviour, which apparently isn’t unusual in autistic kids – but it does seem as if the psychic’s “vision” triggered the whole thing.
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The other things worth mentioning were that the psychic claimed that she was being abused by a bloke of a certain age, of which she had no contact, and that she has a bloody GPS wiretap!
You have to wonder about that psychic. I mean, how many parents actually have conclusive proof of whom their child’s been in contact with? The chances of the psychic being proved wrong were minuscule. So you have to wonder how many other kids the bastard has done that to, and how many of the claims were as thoroughly dismissed as this one was.
My wife saw a tarot card reader last night and was told that a friend of hers would be involved in a serious accident, that they would eventually survive but that they would first be in a coma and be given little chance of making it by the doctors involved.
Mental…
I was told that I had a sister, and that I’d die in a really nasty car crash aged 21. So, pretty accurate then.