The Market For Nonsense Is Infinite.

Expose Every Belief To The Light Of Reason, Discourse, Facts, Scientific Observations; Question Everything, Be Sceptical Because This Is The Only Chance At Life You Will Ever Get.

There Was A Small Boy On Crutches. I Do Not Know His Name, And I Suspect I Never Will. But I Will Never Forget His Face, His Smile, His Sorrow. He Is One Of The Millions Robbed Of Hope And Dignity By Charlatans Discussed In This Book. Wherever And Whoever He Is, I Apologize To Him For Not Having Been Able To Protect Him From Such An Experience. I Humbly Dedicate This Book To Him And To The Many Others Who Have Suffered Because The Rest Of Us Began Caring Too Late.

Nostradamus Himself Confessed That The Vague Manner In Which He Wrote His "prophecies" Was So That 'they Could Not Possibly Be Understood Until They Were Interpreted After The Event And By It.'

They Would Have Been Very Let Down If They Had To Leave The Theater And He Had Missed. He Would Feel Badly. Everyone Would Feel Badly. But He Never Let Them Down.

A Quick Example Of That Is A Woman Who Said She'd Been Healed Of Throat Cancer Where The Faith Healer Admitted He Touched Her On The Forehead.