Lest ye think I've forgotten about Tucker Carlson, I assure you I have not. Especially this one story from November of last year that nobody seemed to give much of a shit about. I get it. No one wants to hear about Tucker Carlson. Not sure how his own family stands him and that horrible laugh of his. Does his wife forgive him for wanting to fuck the green M&M?
At any rate, this asshole made a claim that he was attacked by a demon. He hedges his bets by adding "or something unseen." The attack left claw marks in his flesh, and he bled from them. He claimed to still have the marks on his body. I have no idea why no one asked him to show them off. I would have. But that's neither here nor there, as there are no such things as demons.
He said he was sleeping with his wife and four dogs when he was "mauled." Except, according to the story, he must not have felt it because he only discovered the wounds and blood later. From what he said, he woke up being unable to breathe in a state of confusion. That right there makes me think he was experiencing sleep paralysis, not a demon attack. But then he said that he went out for a walk, came back to see his wife and dogs were still asleep, and only then discovered his injuries.
I call bullshit. When crime authors write stealthy murder scenes, what's the question they usually ask themselves? What about the dog? I currently live with two dogs who flip out every time a mouse farts three blocks down. You mean to tell me that Tucker Carlson was attacked by a demon, and none of his dogs even stirred in their sleep?
He then told an assistant about this, who replied, "That happens, people are attacked in their beds by demons."
I have never been attacked by a demon in my bed, but I *have* had sleep paralysis. I think Carlson had an episode, and he thought it would help Trump's campaign if he talked about being attacked by something from Hell, ie. what his voting base would believe despite the fact that Trump is probably an atheist. If he believes in a god, I'm sure that god is himself. Isn't that essentially an Anton Lavay kind of thing to say?
I thought I'd end this one with a little advice. I no longer have sleep paralysis, and that's because I found a cure. I'm not a very fearful man, so your mileage may vary on this, but give it a shot. My sleep paralysis doesn't involve demons or old hags or anything. However, there is some creature under my bed that wants to drag me down to Hell. Every time I tried to fight, but I was paralyzed. The panic came from not being able to save myself. One time I knew I was having an episode, and I knew that what I was experiencing wasn't real. So I said fuck it, take me. I stopped trying to fight, and I felt myself get dragged down to the floor and pulled under my bed, which was a physical impossibility at the time. I would never have fit under there. But I came back to myself immediately, and I haven't had an episode since.
Give it a shot. It might be scary for a moment, but it also might help.
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