Sigh. I can't even be bothered to make some sarcastic quip. It's all too sad.

In years to come, the Mid North Coast will be an anthropological puzzle, like Easter Island. How did this enclave of morons within an advanced western society come to so fear flouride that they took to drinking exclusively from stagnant ponds? As once-eradicated diseases tore through the population of unvaccinated children, how could their parents be so sure that their symptoms were entirely caused by gluten intolerance? As the last handful of survivors lay dying in agony, their spines buckled by the accumulated weight of crystals and charms, why did they persist in refusing medical assistance, instead demanding magnetic pillows, wheatgrass detox shakes, tarot readings, and ear candles?

UPDATE: Now you can detox with lead!