This Does not Appear to Be a Parody

For the Stuart Smalley in your life:

I especially love the “New Moonie Recruit” guy at the end, leaping out of his chair in an orgiastic rush of self-affirmation.

Someday archaeologists will excavate the debris of our civilization and, if there’s any justice, this CD have a special glass case devoted to it along with a lengthy description of the late 20th century Western religion of the Self and the various tantric methods that members of the cult used to whip themselves into a frenzy of auto-adulation as a compensation for their profound sense of inadequacy.