Monday, June 27, 2016
Smoking is Bad for Your Feet - column
Mack Hall, HSG
Smoking is Bad for Your Feet
In childhood our parents often cautioned us against any sort of forceful leader with “So if he told you to jump off a cliff would you do it?”
They didn’t mention the hot coals, though.
According to ABC and other news sources a fellow in Dallas talked thousands of people into giving him money for a motivational exercise in walking barefoot on hot coals.
Cold coals simply don’t enjoy the cachet of hot coals.
Casualties so far are given as dozens.
Welcome to the Trump University Class of 2016. Or maybe the United States Congress.
One might as well say that telling people to put their fingers into lamp sockets is an exercise in team-building.
First of all, walking across hot coals, shod or not, is illogical. Why would anyone do that?
Second, if someone does want to walk across hot coals, why doesn’t he dump his Fourth of July barbecue over after the wienies and burgers have been cooked and then walk on his own coals? Then he can burn his feet down to the quality of his brain for only the price of a bag of charcoal.
The Motivator reigned over a flock of crystals ‘n’ essential oils believers during a three-day sheep-shearing called “Unleash the Power Within.” One supposes that after three days there was nothing left to be unleashed from the credit cards of the faithful.
Just what power was on a leash was not made clear, except for the power to walk on hot coals, and, yeah, like that’s going to make the individual or the world better. And does a power owner walk into a pet store and ask for a leash for his power? Is there a leash for walking on hot coals and a different one for walking across the street against the light?
The Motivator’s program avers that walking (he says “storm”) across hot coals will help the…um…participant "overcome the unconscious fears that are holding you back." The illogic is that fear of being burned is a conscious fear, not an unconscious one, and is not symbolic of anything except the possession of the survival skills expected of a six-year-old.
Some folks don’t need to own hot coals without a background check and lessons with a certified instructor.
All others need to be on a no-fry list.
On his site The Motivator presents as a handsome man with a fine set of teeth, the usual chin-fuzz, and the now-requisite pimple-on-a-wire microphone, and adored by thousands of cheering followers. He says stuff. He has more money than you. He must be right. Obey him.
To paraphrase the old song, here’s your hot coal.