Poor Valeria Lukyanova?
Her Ukrainian homeland a potential tinderbox for global thermonuclear war, but her desire to be physically perfect, like a Barbie, has been kicked up a notch. To be more like a plastic toy with unrealistic proportions, it’s her unrealistic expectation to eat as much as a plastic toy.
Nothing. Nada. Niente. Nichoho.
No food. No water. The simple pleasures of air and sunshine will be enough for this beauty.1
Manifesting this miracle is best ascribed to aescetics, saints, and monks throughout all traditions. The modern founder of Breatharianism, Wiley Brooks, has made serious bank fleecing the rich and stupid with a junk food diet made viable with five magic words. A wiley fellow, Brooks claims he can only share the secret words, far more poweful than shreem brezee, on his 5th dimensional mobile phone.
Last year, her story doubled down on the strange after declarations that Valya is the incarnation of Amatue, a time-travelling emissary from the planet Venus.2 Be not afraid, puny humans, for her mission is simple: Help people to realize that is it necessary to move from the role of the ‘human consumer’ to the role of ‘human demi-god’.
At least Earth has someone we can trust, and ensure Ms Lukyanova isn’t pulling a fast one with her gospel of peace.