John Edward is visiting my city this evening, charging people $150 a pop to tell them what they would like to hear about their deceased loved ones. I’m not going to make it out to publicly protest him tonight, because it is 26° F (and dropping) and I’m stuck in an SUV with a sleeping toddler right at the moment. (Life. Don’t talk to me about life.)
That said, I’d still like to register my utter and complete contempt for anyone who deliberately preys on people who are emotionally distraught by the loss of a loved one. I’ve buried enough loved ones to know what it’s like to have unfinished business, and to have to live with the fact that you never talked shit out. I cannot begin to imagine the utterly indifferent moral depravity it would take to knowingly take advantage of people in that emotional state.
Respect, indeed.
