Lies from the other side
by Robert A. Waters
Here’s my idea of what a psychic (if there really were such people) should do.
Let’s say there’s a teenage girl missing from Cleveland, Ohio. Her mother goes on national television to ask the psychic for help. A real clairvoyant would say: “Your daughter is being held in a house just blocks from where you live. Send the cops down to 2207 Seymour Avenue Street and they’ll find your daughter—still alive—along with two other kidnapped women.”
Instead, self-proclaimed psychic Sylvia Browne informed Amanda Berry’s mother that her daughter was dead. Years later, Amanda escaped her captor and led the others to safety, proving Browne dead-wrong.
Or let’s say an eleven-year-old boy is kidnapped from Richwoods, Missouri. Here’s what a real psychic would have told his grieving parents: “A big fat pervert kidnapped your boy and is holding him in an apartment in Kirkwood. Tell police to search in the 400 block of South Holmes Street for a guy who works at a pizza shop.”
Instead, Sylvia Browne advised Shawn Hornbeck’s parents that he’d been kidnapped and murdered. By a tall, thin, “dark-skinned” man, no less. Four years later, 300-pound, light-skinned Michael Devlin abducted Ben Ownby. It was only because an eyewitness described his truck to police that Devlin was captured. Cops rescued Onwby, along with Hornbeck, who'd been held alive for four years.
If a so-called psychic can be so wrong, how in the world can anyone trust her?
Don't gimme that garbage about Browne being right most of the time. I just don't believe it. I think she fishes for information and plays the law of averages when making predictions.
For some reason, while penning this blog, the following song kept wigging my mind.