When I woke up this morning I looked at the clock and realized that I had forgotten to set the alarm. Panic ensued and pretty much set the tone for the day. However, at some point this morning I learned of the death of Sylvia Browne. I do not celebrate anybodys death, but part of me wants to click my red heels together and sing ding dong the witch is dead. I celebrate the fact that the vicious witch can no longer prey on the hurt and grieving, I celebrate that fact that the emotional bloodsucker can no longer profit from peoples suffering, I celebrate the fact that the emotional vampire can never hurt another person. She was the worst kind of criminal. The worst kind of charlatan. The worst kind of fraud. She preyed upon people who had lost loved ones, people who were hurting, people who were grieving, people who were lost. It is tragic that the only way she was stopped was though her death. I only wish there was a hell so that a cold dark corner could be reserved for monsters like her.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 00:41:03 +0000
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