Medium To Conjure Up A Lawsuit

I don’t know what the reaction is of people who visit this site for the first time and see themselves or something they treasure dear, like Yelp or Barbaro, being made fun of. But perhaps our psychic friend the Inquirer profiled the other day can let me know!

Yes, as best I can tell — it came from an account with the username “spiritmanjoseph,” and mediums are well-known to use Cavalier’s Internet service — this email is from the dude the dead communicate by showing him images of coffee cans (and probably other dosage forms of drugs, too!):

I do not know where you get your information and where you think that you can get away with writting the crap you do about others. I came across your trashy article about me and my work and you really should be ashamed of yourself. Does anyone actually read your garbage or buy your newspaper? They must be real losers, like yourself. Believe me you will be hearing from my attorney and I recommend that you remove that trash from your web site. Have a great day JACKASS!

Sending an email wishing a great day and calling someone a jackass is how most lawsuits begin. Now, will I be hearing from his attorney, or his attorney from beyond the grave??

July 9: The Dead Just Messing With This Medium

The Dead Just Messing With This Medium

The Inquirer ran a nice long feature on a local medium yesterday, which described the Bucks County resident’s rise in the psychic and medium community. (Fun fact: Like pro wrestling, many people believe this is real.)

Unfortunately for medium Joseph Tittel — who has a show in WBCB, of course — the spirits in the afterlife just enjoy screwing around with him:

It’s difficult for Tittel to explain exactly how information from the other side gets transmitted. “Mostly when I see things, it’s with the mind’s eye,” he says. “I see it but not like I see you. I get a lot of pictures. The spirits have installed a whole dictionary in my head. Certain things they show me mean certain things. My favorite is [a can of] Maxwell House coffee which has nothing to do with coffee. It’s the name Max, but that’s what they have me trained on.”

Similarly, a vision of a cuckoo clock would suggest to Tittel a link to Germany.

Why are the dead such fucking jackasses? “Hey, we need to conjure up old Uncle Max.” “Let’s give him a vision of Maxwell House.” “Yeah! Yeah! That’ll piss him off.” Man.

Medium gains a following [Inquirer]

Who Ya Gonna Call? Not Psychics, Apparently

Not content to simply let it be a fad on television shows, the Philadelphia Police Department has apparently turned to psychics to solve their hardest cases.

Well, maybe. The article begins with a case that, uh, wasn’t really solved by psychic Valerie Morrison in 1993, and the detective who went to her in the first place said the police suspected the woman who Morrison fingered as the culprit. (Morrison, of course, takes credit.)

After that, it’s… uhm… well… since the lead to the article is a case is in 1993, you can guess how often the Philly police department consults psychics.

However, apparently the missing persons case of Danielle Imbo and Richard Petrone brought out the psychics, who gave the family tips that the couple was dead in the river, that Petrone was working at a Camden shipyard unnoticed and that Imbo was a Jane Doe in a hospital somewhere. Erhm.

But, hey, that one psychic fingered a mother in the murder of her child. Who ever would have been able to just guess that one!

Turning to psychics [Daily News]