Yesterday somebody sent me a link to the accompanying vid, along with the gleeful zinger, "You got your ass kicked here, buddy!"
To be honest, that's kind of what I thought, too, when I first "watched it back" after doing the show live on November 22, 2005. You can read chapter and verse of my feelings on the experience by chasing the link in the previous line, but I'm curious about how you folks see it, now, watching it through the clarifying lens of history. Remember that at the time, James Ray hadn't yet parboiled his disciples in Sedona; in fact, the world was still more than a year away from Ray's mentor, Rhonda Byrne and The Secret. Hell, I hadn't even commenced my obsession with Dr. Phil's Love Smart, or more specifically, the Amazon reviews thereof. (I think I've recovered, though I still go in for an occasional counseling session, just in case.)
Regardless, one thing hasn't changed: Mark Victor Hansen remains, in my view, a snake. I invite you to read the series of posts I wrote in the wake of the Anderson Cooper gig; they're as revelatory of the SHAMscape as anything I've done on this blog.