Of all the bile Oprah Winfrey has spewed into American pop-culture - O magazine, her show, books of the month that served only to prove she didn't read, and Stedman - the worst has got to be the self-appointed therapist, Dr. Phil. How this idiot got a nationally syndicated TV show and I didn't is just beyond me. A psychologist with more disinformation and ethics problems than the Bush administration, Dr. Phuk is a perfect example of how stupid some people really are.

I'm not calling all Americans stupid, but there certainly are enough to warrant a slanderous comment or twelve. The only true staying power of the quak is the mentally challenged mass of drooling fungus that hangs on his every word. Most episodes are a lackluster study in stating the obvious to people who are too stupid or stubborn to see it for themselves. How these people made it this far in life without someone chewing their food for them is what I need the good doctor to explain to me.

Some retarded bitch is sitting next to her husband on the couch. He tells her, Dr. Phuk, and the studio audience he doesn't give a fuck about her, doesn't care that he's hurting the kids, and is basically gonna do whatever-the-fuck-he-wants. Yet she doesn't begin to understand until after Quickdraw Mcgraw has basically repeated the same thing to her and said "Isn't it obvious?". Then the tears, weeping, and gnashing of teeth. What a cunt! Her best friend is right there. "I'm not sleeping with him. I just go on overnight trips with him." Once again, no tears until after the doc repeats it. She admits to knowing about it and participating for a time, and has finally had enough. Doc - "That wasn't helping any. Isn't that obvious?" Boo hoo hoo.

I feel dumber after watching that. The number one problem facing our nation today isn't terrorism, taxes, or border security - it's the inbred retards that populate this country. There should be an IQ test administered before anyone can register to vote. These are the same people that think Bush blew up the levees but don't know who the vice president is. They hang on Dr. Phil's every word as if he's telling them something new about themselves. Motherfucker, I know I'm fat and I can tell if some skank is cheating on me. If you don't know eating a lot makes you fat and your significant other smelling like nut means they're cheating, you deserve all the suffering and sleepless nights you deal with. Go ahead and give your money to the asshole. You probably aren't smart enough to spend it on anything beside pez and emo rock, anyway.

As for Dr. Phuk, you should be run over by a busload of nuns for the way you prey on the logic impaired of this country. I'm all for capitalism, but you're literally taking candy from a baby. If you tried to psychoanalyze the Incredible Bob, you would run screaming like a bitch. My mind is a steel trap and I'm a wicked motherfucker. My teen years had a "don't try this at home" disclaimer, and a soundtrack by Slayer. I know I'm fucked up, and cling to my anger for security. Hell, I acurately diagnosed myself with social anxiety. So how would the doc respond to me? "It isn't about you!"

Yes the hell it is. Because I fuckin' rock. And your diet food tastes like ass.