Got Psychic Friends?


I have to admire psychics. All of them without exception have resisted the temptation to win the lottery every week.


Thank You - by your selfless and charitable consideration, you've enabled poor unfortunate people throughout the land to hang onto the vague sliver of hope that they might, one day, become rich and be able to tell the boss/wife/dole office to piss off!


On the downside, however, why don't these spiritual giants use their extraordinary powers to rid the world of some of its woes, like Cancer, Aids or Bird Flu?
Why did we have to wait for Alexander Fleming to accidentally drop a petridish into the sink before we had penicillin? Surely Nostradamus or one of his mates could have done it in 1550and saved countless millions throughout the ages.





Or are all psychics only tuned into two questions 'When am I getting paid?' and 'When am I getting laid?'


We often hear of sad, bereaved folks being told that 'Grandpa is well and wants you to be happy', but how about once in a while tempering the pain by adding something like, 'Oh yeah, by the way, he really wants you to know that he left a couple of grand under the begonia pot in the shed'.


Which segways nicely onto Dionne Warwick. Well not her specifically, but those in her employ. As we all know, back in 2002, her massive company of psychic friend went belly up. I'm reminded of when I heard of Lou Gehrig dying of Lou Gehrig's disease - you'd think she'd have seen that coming...



Several years ago my hero, Dr. James Randi offered $1,000,000 to anybody who could prove that they have psychic powers - so far there have been no takers. Hmmm....