Steve Martin used to do a comedy bit that went something like: "I've got a great joke you can play on a kid. Whenever you're around them, talk wrong. Then when called on in class the kid raises his had and says: 'May I mamu dogface to the banana patch?' And they say the kid needs a special test." This is the joke become reality, and it isn't very funny. Worse, it's almost impossible to talk to someone who has been polluted thus. It's like trying to talk to a schizophrenic: you think you're leading them on a rational discussion path until they circle back to the denied reality. This evil has been deliberately sown in a (so far quite successful) attempt to destroy ourselves from within. It makes me almost glad to know I'm old enough not to be around at the logical conclusion to this debacle.