I just feel I can't continue on and you have been playing tricks and you haven't been taking it seriously. We don't have common ground. Common ground is you're into what I'm into. But we don't have common ground. You're not taking it seriously.

At least when he claimed to be the Satguru, Greater than God, he could rail & screech at the premies for not getting it together; threaten drowning in the Ocean; being eaten by sharks; falling off the tightrope which connected the lucky individual with Himself, the embodyment of the mysterious life-force & infinity principle . Now though, doubtless under the influence of the sinister Doctor Pascotto & others of that ilk, he's just a little motivational teacher with no real metaphysical backup.

Smooth away all those wrinkles & all you're left with is a nasty little petulant nincompoop, of whom there are thousands, all trained by the likes of Pascotto to churn out the toasters with a smile on their faces.

Haaaaaaaaapy, Haaapy,Happy,HappyDays.

It makes me puke.