I can’t believe Sylvia Browne died while I’m suspended from Twitter. It’s like a kind of torture. I’m pretty sure she did it on purpose. Surely it’s a human right to have the freedom to have a fucking field day about a psychic who even predicted her own death incorrectly?
Browne was the most beastly and horrible (and expensive) of all those awful psychics. Unfortunately, she left a legacy. Her son miraculously inherited her magic and will continue to spirit the money out of grieving and vulnerable people’s pockets.
Well, change is bad, I guess, so at least we have this small mercy.