"Set aside the fact that twice as many Democrats as Republicans believe in astrology, …"

Fixed up on a blind date with a handsome but nerdy legal secretary named Tim (Tommy Davidson), Woo is a nasty teasing bundle of free-floating hostility who uses sex as a weapon and gleefully humiliates her date just for the fun of it. Woo has agreed to go out with Tim because her gender-bending astrologer, Celestrial (Girlina), has told her that tonight is the night she will meet her true love.

Reading this, for me, is almost like sex:

Rebecca Gowns, a 25-year-old freelance editor from Los Angeles, says queer women like herself are drawn to the occult because they “seek outside validation” but don’t want to be talked down to by priests and pastors. Astrologers and psychics are more like trusted, nonjudgmental friends.

I do like being right,...

 

The scene is a chaotic house in the Dublin suburbs filled with the cries of four little children. Born to a feckless father and an inept mother, they have been dumped into the care of their grandparents, who plainly cannot cope.

The year is 1940 and, desperate to reduce their burden, the grandparents arrange for the two youngest of the brood — twin brothers, aged six months — to be adopted by a trusted family friend from London.

The friend’s name is Pamela Lyndon Travers. And as the author of a popular new children’s book about a nanny with magical powers, the eccentric writer — who is unmarried and yearns for a son — seems the ideal person.

When she arrives, however, she blithely insists she can only take one of the twins and (having consulted her astrologer to ensure she has made the right selection) picks the first-born boy, the bonnier and more placid of the two.

The chosen twin, Camillus Hone, is duly whisked away to a life of wealth and privilege amid London’s fashionable literary circle. But his rejected brother, Anthony, is left behind in Ireland, to be foisted onto neglectful relatives.

Thus, on the whim of one self-centred woman, were two lives mapped out.

Orac finally got to Chairman Mao's acupuncture story and fills us in, further, on the "science":

  "Common portrayals of acupuncture paint it as being 3,000 years old, as implausible as that is. Why implausible? For one thing, the technology to make such incredibly thin needles didn’t exist 3,000 years ago,…It has also been argued that acupuncture evolved from bloodletting based on astrology."

Whatever - have it your way:

Integrate that shit - the problem's Big Pharma,...