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The Skeptic’s A to Z Guide of Stuff That Doesn’t Work: ‘A’ is for Acupuncture.

by yourkungfusnogood

Every acupuncture believer I’ve ever known, and there have been a few, are either old pothead burnouts, part-time hair stylists, or New Age suckers who fall for every mystical fad that comes their way.  In one particular case, the person happened to be all three… plus she had a shitload of cats.  Uggghhhh.  Bong water and cat piss. How’d you like to spend a couple of nights on her carpet? (And no, that’s not a vagina euphemism.)

One thing about acupuncture that mystifies me more than any other aspect is its age.  It’s been around for thousands of years.  You’d think the verdict that ACUPUNCTURE DOESN’T DO JACK SHIT would’ve come in a few centuries back.  Actually, let me re-phrase that. Acupuncture does do something. I mean, you’re sticking needles into your skin for fuck’s sake.  It’s going to produce some sort of physiological effect.  Unfortunately, studies show that if you have back pain, repeatedly shoving a flaming whiffle-ball bat full of demented crickets into your butt will be just as effective as acupuncture. What I should’ve said was “ACUPUNCTURE IS NOT GOING TO CURE YOUR BACK ACHE, DROP YOUR HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE, MAKE YOU STOP SMOKING, OR UNCLOG YOUR CLOGGED UP BOWELS.”

There.  Is that better?

My guess is that many acupuncture proponents are falling victim to the Appeal to Antiquity logical fallacy, that just because something is old, that makes it true or somehow better than its newer counterpart (ie Western Medicine).  They have obviously never met my grandfather, a cranky old dickhead who thinks America’s greatest crime was giving women the right to have driver’s licenses.

Central to the practice of acupuncture is the belief that the human body has well-defined meridians, or energy pathways, running through it.  Meridians carry Chi, which as I’m sure everyone knows by now, is the mystical energy that allows kung fu masters to kill people with one punch, catch arrows in mid-flight, jump over buildings, and talk in English while their lips are moving in Chinese.  Think “The Force” from Star Wars without all the dark side/light side baggage.  Anyway, by inserting needles into a person’s meridians and manipulating the flow of Chi, there are supposedly all sorts of maladies that can be relieved or eliminated. Mostly, it’s used for pain relief, but across the spectrum it’s used to treat everything this side of ugliness.

The bottom line on acupuncture is that there is no scientific proof of chi, or proof of meridians, and it will not work to get rid of that huge goiter that has kept you single and a virgin for the last 40 years, so don’t ask.  The fucking needles don’t even have to be inserted in the skin, much less in the proper meridian, just as long as the patient thinks they are being punctured!  Try this study for example, where researchers used toothpicks to prick the skin instead of inserting needles.  The result: the toothpicks were as effective as real acupuncture. Hello… whiffle-ball bat?

Okay, that’s enough for me. I’m off to my acupuncture session.  My insurance covers it, so why the hell not?  Plus, I have a huge boner for the super-mellow new age world music they play in their office.

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I watched Twilight:New Moon, and suddenly grew a vagina…

by Zebediah Ballsop

New Moon is the most angst-ridden, humorless, overacted and underwritten teenage suckfest I’ve seen in a long time. This movie makes Sylvia Plath look like  Nipsey Russell.  It makes Fried Green Tomatoes look like Lone Wolf McQuade.  It makes me want to listen to Dashboard Confessional and chop off my cock.

Kristen Stewart (who plays main character Bella) is  the female acting equivalent of Hugh Grant. She blinks and stammers with maximum emotional agony in every scene, lovingly pawing at the permanently pale, lipsticked and fish-puckered face of her vampire boyfriend Edward  (easily the most effete and faggoty undead character in movie history) one moment, and barely staving off suicidal depression the next.  I’ve never rooted for a razor blade more in my whole life.

Teenagers suck ass.  They think the whole universe revolves around their stupid little emo dramas.  And that’s all this movie is:  teenage drama to the Nth degree with a side of irrelevant supernatural bullshit thrown in.  Should I become a vampire? Should I not?  Ohmygod! I am like, soooooo, unsure!

Bella is such a mental and emotional basket case, who the fuck would want her whiny ass?  It certainly wouldn’t be a vampire with  80 plus years of bedding high school girls under his belt.  I mean, if you were perpetually 17, the only reason to be in high school would be to tear up as much vapid cheerleader ass as possible, not to tie yourself down to an emotional cripple like Bella.

I don’t know why I’m even bothering to question the whole idiotic premise… in reality, as soon as that Indian kid took his shirt off, it would’ve been off to the bestiality races for Bella, and this self-indulgent film would’ve been over in a doggy-style induced cloud of wolf fur.

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A Treatise on Motorcycle Chaps

by no_bones

If you wear motorcycle chaps, you’re gay.  Or at least you want to be, even if you’re not aware of it on a conscious level.  Motorcycle chaps scream, “Yes I have a tough and leathery front, but roll me over to expose the tender and welcoming man-crevice just around the corner.  This biker helmet with the dark visor provides protection AND anonymity, so violate my duodenum on this ’09 Soft-tail as violently as possible, and no one has to know. Especially my suburban wife. God, my life as a banker sucks!”

chaps!

The only people who should be able to legally wear chaps are cowboys.  If you’re a dentist or an accountant out with your silly motorcycle club on the weekend, and you’re wearing chaps,  why not just go ahead and complete the ensemble with a ballgag or perhaps a tantric pleasure whip?  At least that would be psychologically honest.

Loud pipes save lives.

Guys in chaps crave cock.

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