The sun's not yellow; it's chicken.

Here is the problem, friends:

Human beings in capitalism try to get lots of money.

Dr Phil is one of those human beings, and a particularly schmucky one, but he is part of a general trend.

OK, here is the story:

Dr Phil was a football player in college whose team was one of the worst in the history of sports. They lost one game 100-6. That is horrendous. He must have been humiliated. Every time he humiliates one of the guests on his show, I wonder if he is re-experiencing that pathetic day on the gridiron.

So he was a jock, and a shitty one. A big jock whose team sucked. He finished school, got a job from his dad as a psychologist, and sucked at that too. Then he was kicked out of psychology for having sex with a 19 year-old client. Lost his license and never got it back. Seriously, you have to be pretty f-ed up to screw a teenage client.

OK. Then he got a job doing self-help seminars at a place called 'Pathways.' He stole their ideas and put them into his first book. They are not very good ideas, but they were all he had.

Eventually he met Oprah while doing sleazy work helping lawyers rig juries. He charmed Oprah because psychopaths are often charming and got on her show.

Since then he has created the absolute worst form of reality TV. People watch the sufferings of others and live their self-hatred vicariously through Dr Phil's sadism. As a culture, we hate weakness and we believe in punishing those who need help. Dr Phil is exactly what is wrong with our sense of justice. A woman comes on his program looking for help with anorexia. She is suffering intensely and is not able to love or accept herself. Dr Phil tells her she should feel ashamed for what she is doing to her family. Her self-hatred deepens, the rift that cuts her in two is widened and her problems become worse.

Where the fuck is Mr Rogers? I would like to see Mr Rogers fly in from offstage during the taping of a Dr Phil show, cut off Phil's head with an axe, and tell the people at home that they are all neighbors. He would sing a song. I wish I could be Mr Rogers. I wish Dr Phil would choke on rib eye steak and become a vegetable. Vegetables are so full of vitamins.

Here is a recipe for ending the age of hating weakness:
1. Eat cruciferous vegetables.
2. Learn how to love the poor and the insane.
3. Learn how to love Dr Phil through the path of hating him and defeating him.
4. Know that every phenomenon in the universe is supporting your existence in every moment.

Your in Truth and Consequence--
Not Dr. Phil