Boys and girls, looking over James' commercial site with its tranquil idyllic tropical banner (looks like Princeville Kauai) and the hypno-solutions for everything from money to marriage I discovered an interesting link, California-Hypno.com. There just had to be a California link somewhere, someplace, for this hypno-scam is so indigenous to our West Coast lifestyle SoCal should hold a U.S. patent on it. For as smooth talking as James is, the land of pub crawling castles and Manchester United does not have the same cache for this kind of thing as good old California.
Immediately, the first item to catch your eye is the come-on "We have convenient offices throughout Los Angeles and Orange County." There are locations in Palos Verdes Estates, Mission Viejo, Irvine (ooh-just up the street from me in Newport Beach) and yes, Beverly Hills. Conspicuously absent are any offices in Compton or South-Central L.A. Why is that?
James in his last message invokes the name of God. Meditation-Hypnotism-Science-Religion. The next shoe to drop is that a new chapter of The Church Of Scientology is sprouting root in merry 'ol England north of London and south of York. This stuff segways into the realm of the late? former pulp fiction writer L. Ron Hubbard and his gang in Clearwater, Florida. So seductive is the message for the emotionally vulnerable they've been able to clean the bank accounts out of countless people. They've been tossed out of European countries like Germany, who unlike the U.S. don't tolerate cults. And all you wanted to do was make your dick a few inches longer and score with the sleek blond beach babe waitress who shut you down at Hooters dispite a huge tip and you bloating up drinking 2 gallons of insipid Lite Beer. Life sucks sometimes.
In his last message James' syntax is so stereotypically studied and copied; sound bites from hypno-cult philosophy- it boarders on proselytizing. This thing transcends penile enlargement.
James, you've posted seventy messages since January fifth, a new land speed record!