My predictions for 2012 tear
a strip off the Mayan calendar

Man, I weep for my former profession, the once-honourable calling of journalism which coincidentally went all to hell after I left it.

An allegedly responsible TV news show had on one of those shyster mediums the other night and the vacuous baritone host was all overcome gushing in awe as the dishevelled all-seeing-eye dog assured him that a whole bunch of her predictions for 2011 had come true.

You have to question the “gift” claimed by these hooey-mongers from the get-go, calling themselves mediums when this fraud tended toward the extra-large.