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<channel><title><![CDATA[The DICTION AERIE - Psyche-Delicatessen]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen]]></link><description><![CDATA[Psyche-Delicatessen]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 22 Oct 2023 23:21:44 -0500</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Beware the Regulator Orcs:  First World Problem, California's "Big Coffee Kerfuffle"...]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/beware-the-regulator-orcs-first-world-problem-californias-big-coffee-kerfuffle]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/beware-the-regulator-orcs-first-world-problem-californias-big-coffee-kerfuffle#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2018 20:30:13 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/beware-the-regulator-orcs-first-world-problem-californias-big-coffee-kerfuffle</guid><description><![CDATA[Linked-in posted this news brief today, guaranteed to set the late-night writers abuzz&hellip;&ldquo;Coffee makers in California will need to flag a cup&rsquo;s carcinogenic content, based on a Los Angeles Superior Court ruling. &nbsp;Acrylamide, a known carcinogen produced when beans are roasted, &ldquo;has been at the heart of an eight-year legal struggle between a tiny nonprofit group and Big Coffee,&rdquo; CNBC says. (Coffee companies) argue that the substance, which they assert hasn&rsquo;t [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><font size="4">Linked-in posted this news brief today, guaranteed to set the late-night writers abuzz&hellip;<br /><br />&ldquo;Coffee makers in California will need to flag a cup&rsquo;s carcinogenic content, based on a Los Angeles Superior Court ruling. &nbsp;<font color="#c40808"><strong><em>Acrylamide</em></strong></font>, a known carcinogen produced when beans are roasted, &ldquo;has been at the heart of an eight-year legal struggle between a tiny nonprofit group and Big Coffee,&rdquo; CNBC says. (Coffee companies) argue that the substance, which they assert hasn&rsquo;t been shown definitively to cause cancer, cannot be removed from their product without ruining the flavor. The court ruling may be appealed or &mdash; according to the state law under which the case was brought &mdash; the judge can set penalties of up to $2,500 per person exposed each day over eight years."<br /><br />All those people; all those cups, all branded with the new Scarlet Letter "A" for <font color="#c40808"><strong><em>Acrylamide</em></strong></font>...<br /><br /><span><em>Really?&nbsp;</em>&nbsp; Here&rsquo;s what I ri-posted:</span><br /><br /><span><font color="#1444ba"><strong>Warning -- reading labels in California may be hazardous to your health.&nbsp; At the very least to your brain's common-sense receptors.&nbsp;<br /><br />OK, you late night comics -- the Three Jimmys &amp; Stephen Colbert -- here's some low-hanging fruit:&nbsp; <em>Regulator Orcs Run Amok in the Land of Kaiser Moonbeam... </em><br /><br />This whole mess begs the question: does our American Slang Dictionary now need a new noun for this new First World Flap, for the bitter legal grounds of "The Big Coffee Kerfuffle?"&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />Maybe something like "<font color="#a60f20">acryla-mony</font>?"&nbsp; (pronounced "Uh-KRILL-uh-Moan-ee."</strong></font></span></font><br /><br /><br /><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &copy; Copyright John Hessburg &amp; The Diction Aerie. &nbsp;</strong><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[BIO-HAZARD: a lucid poem by Melanie Mills.]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/february-28th-2017]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/february-28th-2017#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2017 08:05:59 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/february-28th-2017</guid><description><![CDATA[BIO-HAZARDI am aware of the trail I leave.My brain is full of spikes;my head nods, and one slipsshaped like an icicle crashing to the ground.But it isn&rsquo;t cold, no, it sheers a hole clean through the bedrock.I am tempted to toss a stone and count, butI cannot bend over for fear of the consequences.&nbsp;Kilimanjaro is squatting on my doorstop and Imust navigate the tangled viper wireswithout touching my skin;it is so frail it wafts off with the gentlest breeze.&nbsp;My lungs gulp in streams [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><strong><font size="6" color="#4b9c10"><strong>BIO-HAZARD</strong></font></strong><br /><br /><font size="5">I am aware of the trail I leave.<br /><br />My brain is full of spikes;<br />my head nods, and one slips<br />shaped like an icicle crashing to the ground.<br /><br />But it isn&rsquo;t cold, no, it sheers a hole clean through the bedrock.<br />I am tempted to toss a stone and count, but<br />I cannot bend over for fear of the consequences.&nbsp;<br /><br />Kilimanjaro is squatting on my doorstop and I<br />must navigate the tangled viper wires<br />without touching my skin;<br />it is so frail it wafts off with the gentlest breeze.&nbsp;<br /><br />My lungs gulp in streams of steam,<br />and exhale chunks of dust.&nbsp;<br /><br />The hall is a catacomb,<br />dank and full of<br />spider webs resembling the dead,<br /><br />my personality slowly disintegrating with each<br />pulsing step.<br /><br />If only I could reach my bed,<br />I just might save the world.</font><br /><br /><br /><font size="4"><font size="5"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><font size="3" color="#000"><strong>&copy; </strong>Copyright Melanie Mills.</font></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><font size="3" color="#000"> &nbsp;</font> <font size="3" color="#000">All rights reserved.&nbsp;</font></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></font></font><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Enough is Enough Already (not another debate...)]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/enough-is-enough-already-not-another-debate]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/enough-is-enough-already-not-another-debate#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2016 00:07:47 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/enough-is-enough-already-not-another-debate</guid><description><![CDATA[&copy; Copyright 2016-2020,&nbsp; Jack Larrison and The DICTION AERIE.&trade;&nbsp;&nbsp; All rights reserved.&nbsp;It's all boiling down to the Stooges ThreeTrump and Kasich and Cruz;It seems that the trick, to prevent getting sickIs simply to turn off the News...And wipe all the&nbsp; @#&amp;$&nbsp; off your shoes;Then break out a liter of booze.God knows we have all paid our dues...From this media rapeIt is time we escapeThese dismal election-year blues,Oh yeah, these dismal election-year blu [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font size="4"><font size="5"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><font size="3" color="#000"><strong>&copy; </strong>Copyright 2016-2020,&nbsp; Jack Larrison and </font></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><font size="4"><strong>The DICTION AERIE</strong>.&trade;</font><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><font size="3" color="#000">&nbsp;&nbsp;</font> <font size="3" color="#000">All rights reserved.&nbsp;</font></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></font><br /><br /><br /><strong>It's all boiling down to the Stooges Three<br />Trump and Kasich and Cruz;<br />It seems that the trick, to prevent getting sick<br />Is simply to turn off the News...<br /><br />And wipe all the&nbsp; @#&amp;$&nbsp; off your shoes;<br />Then break out a liter of booze.<br />God knows we have all paid our dues...<br /><br />From this media rape<br />It is time we <em>escape</em><br />These dismal election-year blues,<br />Oh yeah, these dismal election-year blues!<br /><br />Sure, nominations are rough<br />But enough is enough;<br />Why do Yanks drag this thing on so looooong?<br />What America needs most<br />Is a merciless host<br />To clear CNN's stage with a <em>Gong !</em></strong></font><br /><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Jack Larrison on hot cage fighter Ronda Rousey:]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/jack-larrison-on-hot-cage-fighter-ronda-rousey]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/jack-larrison-on-hot-cage-fighter-ronda-rousey#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 08 Mar 2016 11:40:18 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/jack-larrison-on-hot-cage-fighter-ronda-rousey</guid><description><![CDATA[HELP ME RONDA, HELP HELP ME RONDAIf you're a geek who's meek 'n mousyDon't even look&nbsp; at Ronda Rousey.Her eyes are feral, fierce like lasersOne punch is like a dozen Tasers.So if you're some cowboy wit' a 7-year itch,Ha! In 30 seconds you'll be her bitch. [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font size="4"><strong><font size="5">HELP ME RONDA, HELP HELP ME RONDA</font><br /><br />If you're a geek who's meek 'n mousy<br />Don't even <em>look</em>&nbsp; at Ronda Rousey.<br />Her eyes are feral, fierce like lasers<br />One punch is like a dozen Tasers.<br />So if you're some cowboy wit' a 7-year itch,<br />Ha! In 30 seconds you'll be her bitch.</strong></font><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Baptism by the G.O.P.  -- a Jack Larrison tweak...]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/baptism-by-the-gop-a-jack-larrison-tweak]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/baptism-by-the-gop-a-jack-larrison-tweak#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 08 Mar 2016 11:35:10 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/baptism-by-the-gop-a-jack-larrison-tweak</guid><description><![CDATA[A gal I know down South sent me a postcard the other day. It showed this photo of a sign-board with another insipid slogan -- you know the kind you see all over FaceBook and Google+ ; I call them "half-assed placards" -- and this one declared:"My therapist set a glass half full of water in front of me and asked me, "Are you an optimist or a pessimist?"&nbsp; I told her, "No I am a problem solver.&nbsp; Then I drank the water down."So I mailed the Southern lady back, returning her postcard, putti [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font size="4"><strong>A gal I know down South sent me a postcard the other day. It showed this photo of a sign-board with another insipid slogan -- you know the kind you see all over FaceBook and Google+ ; I call them "half-assed placards" -- and this one declared:<br /><br />"My therapist set a glass half full of water in front of me and asked me, "Are you an optimist or a pessimist?"&nbsp; I told her, "No I am a problem solver.&nbsp; Then I drank the water down."<br /><br />So I mailed the Southern lady back, returning her postcard, putting a blank mailing label over her caption.&nbsp; Then I wrote this new caption for the therapist:<br /><br />"Better to pour that water over her head and say, "I'm a Republican.&nbsp; Welcome to trickle-down economics."&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /></strong></font><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA["It's a Moray" - A Scuba Diver's Lament]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/its-a-moray-a-scuba-divers-lament]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/its-a-moray-a-scuba-divers-lament#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2015 01:14:57 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/its-a-moray-a-scuba-divers-lament</guid><description><![CDATA[(To the tune of Dean Martin's "It's Amore...")&copy; Copyright 2015-2020 &nbsp; /&nbsp; Parody Lyric by John Hessburg.&nbsp; All Rights Reserved.____________________________________________________________Your hand hits a reef crackIf you don't get it backIt's a moray...If it's toothy &amp; brownAnd it's dragging you downIt's a moray...Doncha dare cop a feelFrom this type of an eelWhoa a moray....Or the memories may lingerJust minus one fingerA moray a moray today.***********************If it tu [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font size="4"><strong><em><span>(To the tune of Dean Martin's "It's Amore...")</span></em></strong></font><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><font size="3" color="#000">&copy; Copyright 2015-2020 &nbsp; /&nbsp; Parody Lyric by John Hessburg.&nbsp; All Rights Reserved.</font></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />____________________________________________________________<br /><br /><font size="4"><strong><span>Your hand hits a reef crack</span></strong><br /><strong><span>If you don't get it back</span></strong><br /><strong><span>It's a moray...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span>If it's toothy &amp; brown</span></strong><br /><strong><span>And it's dragging you down</span></strong><br /><strong><span>It's a moray...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span>Doncha dare cop a feel</span></strong><br /><strong><span>From this type of an eel</span></strong><br /><strong><span>Whoa a moray....</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span>Or the memories may linger</span></strong><br /><strong><span>Just minus one finger</span></strong><br /><strong><span>A moray a moray today.</span></strong><br /><br />***********************<br /><br /><strong><span>If it tugs on your sleeve</span></strong><br /><strong><span>And you get no reprieve</span></strong><br /><strong><span>It's a moray...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span>You'll be feeling uncanny</span></strong><br /><strong><span>If it chomps on your fanny</span></strong><br /><strong><span>Yes a moray...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span>If it's swimming on by</span></strong><br /><strong><span>Near your right inner thigh</span></strong><br /><strong><span>Whoops, a moray... !</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span>You could brandish a shiv</span></strong><br /><strong><span>Just protect where you live</span></strong><br /><strong><span>It's a moray, a moray today.</span></strong></font><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Li'l Zinger #1:  "Out of the Mouths of Babes"...]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/lil-zinger-1-out-of-the-mouths-of-babes]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/lil-zinger-1-out-of-the-mouths-of-babes#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2015 21:35:53 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/lil-zinger-1-out-of-the-mouths-of-babes</guid><description><![CDATA[&copy; Copyright Jack Larrison and The DICTION AERIE.&trade;&nbsp;&nbsp; All rights reserved.&nbsp;OK, so this little girl goes to school one morning.&nbsp; She&rsquo;s in 1st grade and her teacher says, &ldquo;Class, guess what? Today we will be studying about whales, BIG huge whales, the biggest animals on earth, in fact!&rdquo;&nbsp; The kids start clapping gleefully&hellip; &ldquo;Oh that is so exciting!&rdquo; the little girl says.&nbsp; Then a slight frown flickers across her face.&nbsp; S [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><font size="5"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><font size="3" color="#000"><strong>&copy; </strong>Copyright Jack Larrison and </font></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><font size="4"><strong>The DICTION AERIE</strong>.&trade;</font><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><font size="3" color="#000">&nbsp;&nbsp;</font> <font size="3" color="#000">All rights reserved.&nbsp;</font></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></font><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><strong><font size="3">OK, so this little girl goes to school one morning.<span>&nbsp; </span>She&rsquo;s in 1st grade and her teacher says, &ldquo;Class, guess what? Today we will be studying about whales, BIG huge whales, the biggest animals on earth, in fact!&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span><br /><br />The kids start clapping gleefully&hellip; &ldquo;Oh that is so exciting!&rdquo; the little girl says.<span>&nbsp; </span>Then a slight frown flickers across her face.<span>&nbsp; </span><br /><br />She begins to wave wildly.&nbsp; &ldquo;But teacher, what if you were swimming </font><font size="3">and </font><font size="3">a whale came up </font><font size="3">and just </font><font size="3">&hellip; SWALLOWED you?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;No dear,&rdquo; the teacher replies.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;No worries.<span>&nbsp; </span>Whales cannot eat people. You see, they might be huge animals but their throats are very small.<span>&nbsp; </span>Most whales just eat planktons, the size of teeny little ants -- they're creatures that float in the water in big thick bunches.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;But teacher,&rdquo; the little girl protests, </font><font size="3">and </font><font size="3">she stands up. &ldquo;My Mom read me a story about Jonah </font><font size="3">and </font><font size="3">the Whale, and the Whale DID eat Jonah, all the way down.<span>&nbsp; </span>Mom says that Jonah stayed inside the whale&rsquo;s belly for 3 whole days!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;No, no dear, that&rsquo;s just a story; nothing but an old wive's tale,&rdquo; the teacher says.<span>&nbsp; </span>Her voice is flustered, irritated.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Now sit down young lady </font><font size="3">and please </font><font size="3">pay attention.<span>&nbsp; </span>For the last time, whales <em>cannot</em> eat people; that&rsquo;s physically impossible!&rdquo;<br /><br />The little girl sits down then suddenly blurts out angrily, &ldquo;OK.&nbsp; When I get to heaven I&rsquo;m asking God if that whale really </font><font size="3"><em><strong>DID </strong></em>eat Jonah.&rdquo;</font><br /><br /><font size="3">Fed up completely, the teacher says, &ldquo;Well, what if Jonah never made it to heaven?<span>&nbsp; </span>What if Jonah went to <em>HELL </em>instead?&rdquo;<br /><br />The little girl replies, &ldquo;Then <em>YOU</em> <span>&nbsp;</span>ask him!&rdquo;</font></strong></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sundries...]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/sundries]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/sundries#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2015 01:44:04 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.dictionaerie.com/psyche-delicatessen/sundries</guid><description><![CDATA[&copy; Copyright 2015-2020, John Hessburg &amp; The DICTION AERIE.&trade;&nbsp;&nbsp; All rights reserved.&nbsp;( "A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction."-- Oscar Wilde )&nbsp;&nbsp; True at times, but hers is by far the loveliest kind of fiction, Mr. Wilde -- a sweet page-turner that most men simply cannot ever put down...&#65279;( Saw a sign the other day on the InterWebs:"National Sarcasm Society -- Like we need your support?")&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; No worries,  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><font size="3" color="#000"><strong>&copy; </strong>Copyright 2015-2020, John Hessburg &amp; </font></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><font size="4"><strong>The DICTION AERIE</strong>.&trade;</font><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><font size="3" color="#000">&nbsp;&nbsp;</font> <font size="3" color="#000">All rights reserved.&nbsp;</font></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><font size="4"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><span style="font-weight:400"><strong><em><span>( "A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction."</span></em><br /><span>-- <em>Oscar Wilde</em></span></strong> <strong>)</strong><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; True at times, but hers is by far the loveliest kind of fiction, Mr. Wilde -- a sweet page-turner that most men simply cannot ever put down...&#65279;</span><br /><br /><br /><span><strong><em>( Saw a sign the other day on the InterWebs:<br />"National Sarcasm Society -- Like we need your support?")&nbsp;</em>&nbsp;&nbsp; </strong></span><br /><span>No worries, guys... Sarcasm is the shallowest Chasm of all.</span><br /><br /><br /><span><em><strong>( Re: Korean despot Kim Jong Un, who pops up almost daily in the network news &amp; web news feeds -- like some tenacious fungus that simply will not go away. )&nbsp; </strong></em><br />*&nbsp; This odious little rodent needs to be squashed -- <em>NOW</em>.&nbsp; Besides his record of terrorizing &amp; exploiting his own people -- with zero pangs of conscience whatsoever -- he looks like a stunted psychotic runt, a buzz-cut bobble-head-doll to commemorate the Fourth Stooge.&nbsp; <em>No wonder</em> Dennis Rodman was so attracted to him...</span><br /><br /><span>*&nbsp; Yep, Kim Jong Un, the kind of role model this world truly needs -- on millions of fist-sized portraits glued to the tops of urinal cakes...</span><br /><br /><br /><span><em><strong>( A guy in Europe recently posted a snarky essay on a social medium about how vexed he feels by linguistic &ldquo;Muricanisms&rdquo; ie. the way Yanks sometimes stick apostrophes into written plurals. )</strong></em><br />So I wrote him a reply --&nbsp; "Wow.&nbsp; Who do those 'Muricans' think they are, messing with the sacred institution of plurals?&nbsp; The nerve... This vibrant rogue apostrophe is, of course, a globe-shaking event, despicable at best -- in fact easily on a par with other annoying &amp; forgettable "Muricanisms" that have plagued the globe for two centuries, such as the cotton gin, the electric light, the telephone, the airplane, the automobile, jazz &amp; blues, the phonograph, the telegraph, the film projector, the television, the laser, integrated circuits, the PC &amp; the Mac, the moon landing, the space shuttle, &amp; look you little gasbag -- the very Internet &amp; social media <em>you </em>use to snark away every day."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></font></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>