All is quiet, and all through the house, mw wife's watching an art video, the boy's got the History Channel on. It's about the amazing Nostordamus I think the amazing Nostaradomus is about on a par with the amazing Kreskin.

Let's craft a Nostradamus-like quatran here now. Here goes.

Litener will rise from the West and join with Fredster from the South. The three spires of the New City will emanate a firery radiance. The fillet will tremble as the Red state's power waxes. The remant of the discredited ones will flounder on the Great Rock.

I gurantee you - YOU HEARED IT FIRST - that within the next five hundred years, my prophecy here will be astonishingly suggesive of actual events. Mark my words, you will be amazed. Guranteed, I tell you.

That's not because I'm a pophet. In fact, it has nothing to do with me at all. It has to do with your mind. Evolution has crafted your mind to be brilliant at extracting whole detailed scenarios from subtle hints, which is precisely the prowess of a skilled hunter. Our minds are so grood at this that they're sometimes too good at it. We often read whole scenarios from subtle hints that are just totally wrong.

So Nostradomous wasn't a con man necessarily. He merely wrote down a bunch of jibberish and left the conning up to us. And we have done a heck of a job at it.

Has there ever been an authentic prophet among all the anal aperatures supported on two legs who ever walked on this planet? No. Or, very unlikely.


It's about as likely that there was ever an anal aperture from which emaninated pure gold.

I predict that SayItAintSo will respond to this thread.

And I KNOW what he will say.

When he says it, I will say, "I knew you were going to say that, Say."

Without purity, there is no clarity, nor future.

Friends are those left standing after your ugliness has driven everyone else off.