I guess, when they find an old chicken bone and from there concoct some fabulous voodoo tale for children, about the life and times of Denny the dinosaur, and all his adventures on a beach somewhere, and present it as some kind of truth, or rather, science, the kid and his parents had better not question it, if they know what's good for'emThis is my favorite post of the day, so far, a surprising blend of surreal whimsy and lurching cant, but then I love pizza with anchovies!
De gustibus non est disputandum.