There was a time, many, many years ago I remember harping my mother to give me money for one of the many “bookorder” brochures we got in primary school. The particular bookorder I am talking about is one about UFOs and the paranormal. Now, due to untold amounts of alcoholic damage on my arguably functional brain I can’t remember all of the specifics but I seem to recall it was basically a mixture of various conspiracy, alien, and paranormal folly. It included a little spinning wheel that could decode secret messages, it had a little booklet that explained in largely vague details government cover-ups and it even gave instructions on how to pick out a legitimate alien spacecraft from the stars in the sky.
Looking back now I can definitely see the appeal. Who wouldn’t want to believe in that? Who wouldn’t want to look for the newest blip in the sky in the hope that they would be the next kid sitting on the chair under bright lights on “Unsolved Mysteries”?
It’s funny how easily we are pulled into the appeal of fantasy. As much as I loved that “Paranormal Pack” my mum bought me, I know now that it was nothing more than an opportunistic appeal to a child’s curiosity and imagination. The funny thing is that I have absolutely no regrets, and I owe my mother, no matter how oblivious she, and I were at the time she purchased my inadvertent ticket to a better, albeit gradual understanding of the real world and science. Mum wasn’t exactly a scientist, but she always gave me a level headed point of view, despite the material I had available to me at the time.
After playing with my wheel and booklets I realized for myself that there wasn’t much to the whole thing. After retiring the paranormal set and observing my surroundings as an older boy I couldn’t see anything to verify it. The older I got, the sillier it all seemed. Before long I started actively researching these things and coming up with nothing substantial at all.
Now, I know that the possibility of extra terrestrial life is statistically overwhelming (we can scientifically say that it is extremely probably that intelligent life exists somewhere in the universe at some frequency of occurrence), yet it is extremely unlikely that they would be able to make it to our corner of the universe and even less likely that they would come all the way here, and steal a cow’s arsehole and make a pretty pattern in some hillbilly’s corn field then piss off.
This brings me to my main point:
In recent months, I have become more and more interested in pseudoscience, the paranormal and quackery. Whether it be UFOs, Homeopathy, Ghosts, Tarot, Magic rocks… Anything that people seem to put a lot of effort and belief into with little to no evidence to support the claims made by the proponents of these various scams, hoaxes, ideologies, or flights of fancy. That isn’t to say that there is nothing at all to these phenomena and that they do not exist, (It’s impossible to prove that something does not exist, no matter how hard you try) it’s just that the likelihood that any of them having any veracity at all is almost none at all, and that’s not for lack of research.
As much as I am intrigued by the various facets and variations of these topics, I am equally fascinated and perplexed by the reasons many of us choose to believe in them, and to a greater extent, why we defend these beliefs so staunchly and uncritically. Despite so much evidence to the contrary, people will have you believe that the disembodied spirits of the dead can and do inhabit places such as houses (According to Wikipedia, a whopping 40 percent of Americans polled believe in haunted houses!), which they inhabited during life. This belief doesn’t sound too preposterous until you consider all of the evidence. By evidence, I mean blurry double exposure photos, camera flash bouncing off dust particles and camera straps creating “orb” and sounds in the night. (I kid you not, as I was typing that the globe in my bedroom blew. Perhaps I have enraged some resident ghost who has refused to let themselves be known until then, anyone know a good cleansing ritual?) After ALL the time people have spent trying to prove the existence of ghosts and all the cameras on mobile phones nowadays, these are the best “evidence” yet. It doesn’t look good. Of course, all these “phenomena” are easily explainable and even if you have no certain explanation never forget the fantastic critical thinker’s tool known as Occam’s Razor. The premise is simple, take the available explanations and get rid of the least likely explanations (based on what you already know) and you have what is more than likely the right answer, or closer to it than “WHAT THE FUCK GHOST”.
Something all of the pseudosciences and woo woo have in common is the fact that they start off with the desired conclusion let’s say “Ghosts exist” and work their way backwards to prove said conclusion.
“Did you hear that”? “That was a bump”! “I didn’t see what did that so it must have been a ghost, I now have proof that ghosts exist”.
Anything that cannot be explained is an explanation that proves the desired conclusion. That sounds stupid, hey? To any reasonable, logical person it would but this is literally the mindset of hundreds of thousands of people!
Traditional Science starts off with with a hypothesis ie. “If ghosts exist, then we could expect to see this, and this, and this” then collects data in a controlled and quantitative manner from a multitude of sources to create a sample (The larger the sample the better and more accurate the result, typically) then statisticians pore over the data and scientist draw a scientific conclusions ie “IT IS EXTREMELY UNLIKELY THAT GHOSTS EXIST SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT IT”.
So why do people believe? Well, naturally I’m never short of an opinion, and in this case these are a few of my own hypotheses on why people believe in bullshit:
- It’s fun and exciting and much easier to understand than actual science because it’s marketed that way deliberately to hit a larger demographic. Money money money!
- Some people know damn well when they start “believing” that it’s all crap but self deception is surprisingly common and easy to accomplish. They dig themselves into a hole. Conversely, there are people who might fall into pseudoscience and defend it initially before realising it is all bunk. Due to pride they will continue to defend it despite knowing better.
- It simplifies the world around them makes certain complicated subjects they never had a hope in understanding seem as clear as day. (Similar to the first point but decidedly different)
- It gives them hope. Whether it be a cure for an illness in the case of quackery, “knowing” something all of the sceptics don’t in the case or a conspiracy theory or (dare I say it) knowing that 80 years on Earth isn’t all we get because you’re going to live with God in Heaven for eternity.
- It give people a sense of belonging. The most extreme example would be cults (ie. Scientology, Branch Davidians, Jim Jones, David Koresh, Charles Manson) but to a lesser extent it could be the anti vaccination movement, Intelligent design (Which is really a thinly veiled attempt to get religion admitted into science by literally changing the definition of science, it’s a travesty) or any number or organisations that encourage membership with false promises or nefarious ends.
- Here is the biggest reason and a sad indictment on educational systems world wide: (Not all their fault but mostly) They simply don’t know any better. They have been taught dry facts and figures that they can cough up on cue but were never taught any significant critical thinking skills at all.
The list could go on. There is surely hundreds of reasons but that was a pretty sizable introduction for what I hope to be an entertaining entry to this site. You have heard of Astrology, well, I have taken it on myself to revamp and update Astrology (or thereabouts, let’s face it, not even astrologers can agree with what’s right and wrong in their own profession) for the modern citizen. My take combines the variation of Chinese astrology with the traditional Western variety to make quite a concoction of delicious diarrhea that is sure enough to make any ill informed mark’s head spin. I have dubbed this “Spastrology” specifically to confound the believers and amuse the sceptics. Without further ado, I would like you to introduce you to “Spastrology and you. A spiritual journey into the mystical realm of pure shit”.
Introduction
Welcome to Spastrology! My name is Rik Stares I am the famed trusted super magnificent and completely remarkable unabashed and modest GOD that will accompany you on your mystical journey of self discovery and enlightenment on the planes of all that is unknown and all that will be known.
Don’t listen to the sceptics, they doubt everything and know nothing. Science can’t prove what I do, and while I’m at it I’m going to go ahead and deny the Holocaust, encourage you to buy the latest edition of Dianetics, donate to PETA and vote Liberal at the next election.
In the following pages you will learn what separates you, the purchaser and all of the filthy vermin who were too intelligent to buy into my line of narcissistic bullshit. And that is that they have a much better credit rating than you do, most likely.
Now take my hand and fly with me, through the mysti put it on your penis and move it up and down, see, now I can feel like a real Astrologer Spastrologer since all I am doing is jerking you off.
Spastrological Years
The Year of the Gullible Fuckwit
Occurs when: The constellations of “Bread and Butter” and “The Unabashed Charlatan” meet on the Spastrological plain of “Piss Poor Investment”.
You are switched on, bright, and rarely miss a trick. You are known for making smart, intelligent decisions and you rarely end up in unenviable situations as a result of your insufferable incompetence such as, say somehow knocking out three teeth, setting off the smoke alarm and breaking your collarbone while opening a can of soup. You have a remarkably high IQ and you are usually the “go to” person when people need information of any kind. Unfortunately, you are also minimally capable of detecting sarcasm and irony.
Notable celebrities born in The Year of the Gullible Fuckwit: See late night shopping ads.
The Year of the Insipid Douchebag
Occurs when: The constellations of “Pretentious Knob” and “Inflated Ego” meet on the Spastrological plain of “No-one gives a fuck”.
You are incredibly annoying. Not only that, but some people seem to think that you actually possess charisma. As if that wasn’t enough of a travesty, you abuse it all by perpetuating your own lines of bullshit and condoning anyone else’s. You know who you are and I hope you get cancer.
Notable celebrities born in The Year of the Insipid Douchebag: Oprah Winfrey, Neil Adams, David Icke, Bart Sibrel, Jenny McCarthy, John Edwards, James Van Praugh, Sylvia Browne, The list goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on…
The Year of the Stumbling Peasant
Occurs when: The constellations of “Blithe Apathy” and “Inherent Ineptitude” meet on the Spastrological plain of “The Freeloading Cockhead”.
Those people who are born in the year of the Stumbling Peasant are completely oblivious of this text, which is why we can discuss them openly. We know this because they are typically too lazy to learn to read, piss straight or pay child support to their 16 year old ex girlfriend, and if by chance they can read they are most likely using their ability looking for “XXX horse porn sally sucks off a horse in the kitchen” on Limewire. It’s okay though because one day they will go blind, which will make their weekly trek to Centrelink somewhat hazardous if not impossible. People born in the year of the Stumbling Peasant can usually be identified a perpetually confused look on their face and a thumb up their arse.
Notable celebrities born in The Year of the Stumbling Peasant: Haha! That’s rich!
The Year of Trite Mediocrity
Occurs when: The “Black Hole of Creativity” meets the the constellation of “Appalling Pus” on the Spastrological plain of “Borderline Spastic”.
You are pretty fuckin’ average, I gotta tell ya. So average, in fact, that if an asteroid were to come plummeting toward the Earth and the Government had to build shelters for a limited amount of citizens, not only would you be denied entry, they would probably grind you up beforehand for mortar and simply because they would be strengthening the foundation of the bunker AND the gene pool for future generations. Not to mention it would be great fun because you are more than likely a hopeless twit. As much as looking at you is the cure for the will to live, it’s not for your lack of trying, you DO try ever so hard. Stop it. It’s pathetic and we really need you to piss off and make room for someone with more promise, like, say, a Stumbling Peasant.
Notable celebrities born in The Year of Talentless Mediocrity: Take your pick: Australia Top 40 Chart
The Year of the Underachieving Oaf
Occurs when: The constellations of “Flight of Stairs” and “Diminished Cognitive Ability” meet on the Spastrological plain of “Mostly Confused Facial Expressions”.
You would be somewhat accomplished if it weren’t for the fact that the most intelligent thing to go through your head was a coathanger, courtesy of your old man who is apparently incapable of performing a backyard abortion satisfactorily. Of course, explaining this to you is completely pointless, as your vast repertoire of assorted talents is topped only by drooling and masturbating. As long as all of that juice is going to waste and not a drop goes toward the next generation of your significantly deficient family tree, we’ll all be better off. Just to be safe, it is recommended that you drink a pint of battery acid and wash it down with a shotgun shell, preferably courtesy of a sawn off shotgun.
Notable celebrities born in The Year of The Underachieving Oaf: Andrew O’Keefe, Eddie McGuire, The shit for brains on 10 early news, Carl Stefanovic and his shit for brains brother.
The Year of the Expanded Ego
Occurs when: The constellations of ”Preening Jackass” and “Posturing Knobhead” meet on the Spastrologic plain of “The Broken Beer Bottle”.
You are largely inferior and you know it. You resent the fact that you are shorter than your munchkin stunt doubles but you don’t let it visibly bother you simply because you have grown sufficient facial hair to hide your inevitable inadequacies. Your talents include puffing your chest out to rather comedic proportions, breathing rather vocally through your mouth and rationalizing your inexplicable sexual attraction toward your mother with an endless mantra; “I’ll knock yer teef out ya cockhead”!
Notable celebrities born in The Year of The Expanded Ego: Mike Tyson, Possibly Steven Seagal.
The Year of Unfortunate Compensation
Occurs when: The constellations of “The Micro Penis” and “I’ll bash yer” meet on the Spastrological plain of “Crusty Kleenex”.
Much like your Expanded Ego brethren, you experience the in-enviable phenomenon known as “Limp Dick”. Unfortunately, as the odds go, you are more than likely also afflicted by “micro penis” which contrary to popular belief it not equatable to the “micro machines” toys where you can get more for selling them if they are in mint “untouched” condition, as you would be more familiar with. We see that there appears to be little hope for you and as it turns out, no-one cares. Good luck fucking your hand, loser.
Notable celebrities born in The Year of Unfortunate Compensation: Russell Crowe, Bert Newton’s stupid looking kid, Anyone who watches AFL.
The Year of Failure and Despair
Occurs when: The constellations of “Shit For Brains” and “Ineptitude” meet on the Spastrological plain of “The Masked Debater”.
Sorry, but your parents are hippies. Why the hell else would they have let you live if they weren’t tuned into the epic wank that is the universe? You haven’t given them a good reason to keep you around. Shit, your old man had to figure out how to use the dvd player by himself. You are clearly useless. There is only one responsible thing left for you to do. Murder your parents, then pour some kind of acrylic substance on yourself during one of your epic masturbation sessions. Centrelink needs a mascot.
Notable celebrities born in The Year of Failure and Despair: The majority of the cast of “Law and Order”.
The Year of Mightiest Toughness
Occurs when: The constellations of “The Might Fist” and “The Mighty Kick in the Nuts” meet on the Spastrological plain of “The Late Night E.R Visit”.
Again, much like the compensators previously mentioned, you’re underwhelming figure and undersized penis are matched only by your ability to puff out your chest and make idle threats of violence when any of your misogynistic ideologies are challenged. Frequently mistaken for a eunuch, you feel the world owes you everything and that you have no obligation to pull your somewhat redundant weight. You are the the person at the party that everyone laughs at behind your back and you never knew. Now you do. Have a good one.
Notable celebrities born in The Year of Mightiest Toughness: NONE AT ALL. Well maybe Russell Crowe again but he’s already appeared AND SPASTROLOGY ISN’T AN EXACT SCIENCE.
The Year of the Magnificent Dickhead
Occurs when: The constellations of “Immaturity” and “Unequaled Recklessness” meet on the Spastrological plain of “The Hammer and the Wrench”
You take great pride it pointing out the inadequacies of others to mask your own fatal flaws. If it weren’t for the fact that at times you can be mildly entertaining there is little doubt you would have been shot years ago like a crippled racehorse. You give yourself far too much credit, and it’s just as well, because no-one else gives a shit. Suicides are common among those who are born under the Magnificent Dickhead, which amusingly makes it the only thing they are truly good at.
Notable celebrities born in The Year of The Magnificent Dickhead: Kyle “Fuckwit” Sandilands, and anyone who looks like him.
As you can see, the world is (or can be for some) a far more interesting and simple place when you believe in this stuff. I can quite easily pigeonhole any person into one of these categories and claim that I am right. Like I said before, it’s fun, easy, and simple. Unfortunately, it’s not accurate, much like Astrology. To suggest, say that (as horoscopes do) if you are born under the sign of Scorpio then your day will hold good results in matters of finance, then you would be suggesting that 1/12 of the worlds population holds these same results. To make an assertion so broad is both ridiculous and insulting to say the least, but it’s fun for some, and gives them a sense of control.
Hopefully this was an entertaining AND thought-provoking post this time around. As always it was fun writing!
