No Sweat

Y'know, I really thought Chez was gonna get on this one. But I guess he's too busy enjoying his adorable daughter. Which is a pretty good excuse, if you ask me. Though he did break radio silence to reflect on the balloon boy insanity. But I digress.

Since he's apparently passing on this one, I'm going to take a stab at it. But don't expect a lot.

I don't get it. People paid upwards of $9000 to be degraded, starved, sleep deprived, and parched, in hopes of getting rich -- erm, "to enjoy total abundance and true wealth financial, relationally, mentally, physically and spiritually."

I mean, I've checked out James Arthur Ray's website. I've read his "biography." I've looked at the various seminars he offers at various costs. Oy.

And people were -- literally -- dying to get what he has to offer. Beverley Bunn, one of the survivors, provides the gory details here, in case you're one of the three or so people who don't already know what happened in Sedona at the hand of James Arthur Ray.

How naive, how lazy, how stupid, how I-don't-know-what were these people who had more money than sense, that they signed up for such an experience? Don't they have any idea what life is about? Do they really, really think that money can buy happiness?

All right. Rant over. Got it off my chest. Think I'm gonna go back over to Chez's and admire the baby. He's got the right idea after all.