Paper: Sylvia Browne's "bunk isn’t helping anyone out."

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A reporter from the Kelowna Capital News attended a Sylvia Browne event and wrote about it. Here are some excerpts:

Psychic can turn over a dollar
By Jennifer Smith
Kelowna Capital News
Published: August 12, 2010 6:00 PM


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Last Friday night, in an ill-fated attempt to seek out some kitschy American humour, I took a friend to psychic-to-the-stars Sylvia Browne.
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Now to be fair, as I walked into Sylvia Brown’s show, I didn’t know much about psychics or Sylvia, but I didn’t really have anything against checking it all out. As any good newspaper reporter will tell you, intuition is really your best friend in our business and I’m a pretty firm believer a little sixth sense can help anyone one of us out.

But not five minutes into the show, I have to say that sixth sense, intuitive nature of mine was screaming: Wow. Not good. This lady’s bunk isn’t helping anyone out.

For starters, those who weren’t sitting in comp’ed seats, I learned, had to spend $100 plus for the privilege of listening to this self-ingratiating narcissists sales pitch about.

In addition to the pricey ticket, the audience was offered discounts on personal readings—at $600 a pop.
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Sylvia advises people to cast out negative spirits and—hang on you tie-dyed vegans—prescribes a dietary regimen of straight meat.
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No doubt to the relief (or demands) of her lawyers, she repeatedly makes reference to her annual medical check ups and tells everyone a real psychic should be able to advise you on how to avoid the problems he or she foresees in your future. She once kicked over another psychic’s table, she tells the audience, casting herself as the good guy trying to bust up what the quacks are all on about.
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Then as the talk drew to a close, the audience began to line up.

With tears in their eyes, people began the process of asking one question, any questions, just as long as it didn’t require a full reading.

Sylvia tells people whether their dead wives and husbands are doing OK on the other side and told one girl her chronic health problems are to do with her thyroid.

An academic study, incidentally, has shown her predictions are not accurate, and yet, in this audience there was a woman plenty willing to publicly demand to know what the difficulty in her love life is all about.

So what happens in two years when the poor girl whose dated “every a**h**e on earth” figures out she’s not getting married in two years time? Fans of Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker might know.
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But, if you’re looking for one very sad carnival display, there’s a woman with 58 books to her name whose plenty willing to take your money. If there’s one thing Sylvia Browne seems to know intuitively, it’s how to turn other people’s problems into a superstar cashflow.

Read the full article at: Kelowna Capital News
 
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A reporter from the Kelowna Capital News attended a Sylvia Browne event and wrote about it. Here are some excerpts:



Read the full article at: Kelowna Capital News

You know , good article and all, but sylvia browne advising a diet of straight meat makes me think she is some form of fomori. Combine that with the claws, obviously bane enhanced leather skin, and her ability to manipulate those around her and i think it is pretty much 100% certain we have a fomori on our hands.
 
I think you should extend an invitation to Jennifer Smith to join our happy band here at JREF, or at the very least, send her the StopSylvia.com link (although she's probably seen it already).

I enjoyed the article, thanks! :)
 
So what happens in two years when the poor girl whose dated “every ******* on earth” figures out she’s not getting married in two years time?

That's unbelievable. "Two years time," again??

Oh how I wish I could take a poll of everyone in the last 10 years who has asked Sylvia Browne how long until they meet Mr. or Mrs. Right and were given the answer "two years."

I wonder if Robert Lancaster could create an opinion poll on his web site that people could answer, like this:

If you have asked Sylvia Browne, between 1990 and the present, how long until you met Mr. or Mrs. Right, were you told:

A. 2 years.
B. 5 years.
C. 6 months.
D. Other.

I bet it would be revealing.
 
Fomori? More like a loonie! And a very disgusting and dangerous one at that. It is people like her make me wish that the afterlife and hell were real because that's were she belongs. But, since they don't exist, a jail cell would do nicely for her. I can't believe that people like her are allowed to defraud thousands of people of obscene amount of $$$.
 
I think you should extend an invitation to Jennifer Smith to join our happy band here at JREF, or at the very least, send her the StopSylvia.com link (although she's probably seen it already).

Or maybe get her some grammar lessons...

But not five minutes into the show, I have to say that sixth sense, intuitive nature of mine was screaming: Wow. Not good. This lady’s bunk isn’t helping anyone out.

For starters, those who weren’t sitting in comp’ed seats, I learned, had to spend $100 plus for the privilege of listening to this self-ingratiating narcissists sales pitch about.

Ending a sentence with a preposition is one thing, but just adding object-less , unnecessary prepositions to the end of sentences is pretty sad. Especially that second one (the about) - that doesn't even make any sense.

I'm sorry, but she is supposed to be a professional writer. This is awful.

Although I admit, it is a little more fun if you remember she is Canadian and therefore think "oot" and "aboot"
 
"...Sylvia advises people to cast out negative spirits and—hang on you tie-dyed vegans—prescribes a dietary regimen of straight meat."

What does Sylvia have against gay meat?
 

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