today's horoscope: you're stupid
I'm not sure whether a belief in astrology results from mental retardation or is the cause of it. The idea that "the stars" are somehow AWARE that humans arbitrarily divide a year into twelve segments, each with a cute symbol assigned to it, much less the notion that "the stars" GIVE A FUCK about it, is evidence of hunter-gatherer cranial simplicity. When anyone asks me what my "sign" is, they've already held up an invisible sign to me, one which says, I'M RETARDED.
I share a birthday with warmongering coke-dealer George Bush, Sr., homo crooner Jim "Gomer Pyle" Nabors, and Nazi hors d'oeuvre Anne Frank. And I share NO OTHER PERSONALITY TRAITS with ANY of them. This alone disproves astrology. Case closed.
I won't even bother to explain the cheap snake-oil tactics which astrologers use to hoodwink the suggestible schnooks who swallow their cosmic poop. GEMINI: Some days you feel better than other days...A friend of yours recently had business trouble... OH MY GOD! THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT ME!!!
If you need a horoscope to tell the future, you HAVE no future.
