A post so cunning you could put a tail on it and call it a weasel
I like Tony Robinson. He played Baldrick in the series Blackadder. We'll he's back, and now he's talking to ghosts.
If you are one of my readers interested in skepticism, I think that you will find it worth watching all 5 parts of this one, because it raises some frustrating problems.
All the main points, all of the original substantive claims about the Glastonbury-automatic-writing-ghost-friend story are debunked (Hey! Check out the English major helping!), in some cases, completely fucking smashed (the look on the archaeologist's face when she tries to tactfully break the news to the priest is...priceless and I'd marry her right now). Not only are all the individual elements debunked, but the show demonstrates that conclusively that even experientially convincing experiences are unreliable. And how do they end it? Stressing what Robinson finds to be experientially convincing as if he didn't transparently retrofit his expectations. It's like they deliberately failed to learn anything.
They may flush you into the Themes with all the other turds, Tony, but for Christ's sake, don't jump in.
HJ







1 comments:
I tired, I really tried, but by the time Robinson's credulous twattery was doing the automatic writing I gave up.
Well, actually I threw my shoes through the monitor.
"breathe through the left nostril because that feeds the right side of your brain..."
has that charlatan whore not heard of the motherfucking lungs? Brached airway system?!
It's so utterly...utterly...fuck. Words fail me. I despise mankind.
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