Wit Happens Satire Edition

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Send me your dilemmas & complaints; I’ll flip them into triumphant satire. Let the fun begin!

06/07/2026

“Think about what you’re thinking about before you react to it. 80% of our thoughts are not the truth.”
Lee Warren, MD

20/06/2026

"Don't wait. The time will never be just right. Start where you stand, and work with whatever tools you may have at your command, and better tools will be found as you go along." — Jim Rohn

This week was about working harder on yourself. Here's the truth: there will never be a perfect time to start.

Start now. Start messy. Start scared. Just start.

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17/06/2026

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Whatever you do, don't go to Encore Chiropractic and Wellness in Winter Park, Florida. It's owned by two people who real...
17/06/2026

Whatever you do, don't go to Encore Chiropractic and Wellness in Winter Park, Florida. It's owned by two people who really don't care about your health or well-being. If you're dumb enough to sign something, you'll have to sue, because they will never give you even a penny back willingly- WITHOUT SUING.

I paid $3000 for eight treatments and stopped at the second treatment because I ended up in the ER with pain and extreme fatigue.

It happened when an unlicensed person administer of the machine turned it all the way up and then left the room. So I will sue for a lot more than just $3000. More like 50,000 for negligence and being unlicensed.

DSM-6: A Comprehensive Guide to Being HumanPossible new "disorders:"* Chronic Monday Morning Dysphoria ("I'm not ready t...
11/06/2026

DSM-6: A Comprehensive Guide to Being Human

Possible new "disorders:"

* Chronic Monday Morning Dysphoria ("I'm not ready to go back to work today.")

* Notification Anticipation Syndrome (Compulsion to check phone asap after a "Ding!")

* Compulsive Password Memory Disorder

* Social Media Comment Rage Syndrome

* Cellphone Separation Anxiety

* Streaming Platform Decision Paralysis (57 channels and nothin's on!)

11/06/2026

Jim Rohn said there are two questions you can ask about any job.

The first question most people ask: "What am I getting?"

The better question — the one that changes lives:

"The most important question to ask on the job is not 'What am I getting?' The most important question to ask is 'What am I becoming?'"

Because what you become is far more valuable than what you get. A paycheck is spent by the end of the month. But the person you become in the process — that's yours forever.

What is your current season of life turning you into?

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At 2:07 a.m., somewhere between exhaustion and interdimensional confusion, Becky exited the Florida Turnpike service pla...
10/06/2026

At 2:07 a.m., somewhere between exhaustion and interdimensional confusion, Becky exited the Florida Turnpike service plaza believing she was heading north from Miami toward Clermont.

Instead, she entered what scientists might one day classify as a localized highway anomaly known as "The Florida Turnpike."

The road stretched endlessly into darkness. No exits. No civilization. No humanity. Only reflective lane markers flashing past like Morse code.

No internet. But Google Maps spoke suspiciously calmly.

“Continue south for 25 miles.”

"Twenty-five miles!?," Becky yelled back at the audibly-challenged Siri.

The number echoed through the Kia cabin like a prison sentence.

She stared at the screen.

“No I am NOT driving 25 miles to the next exit!"

The GPS recalculated the distance.

“Continue south for 25 miles.”

The realization slowly arrived:
there was no turning around.

No crossroads.
No exits.
No tiny gas station with old coffee.
Nothing.

Only The Florida Turnpike.

That was when Becky finally understood the true meaning of the word “Turnpike.”

A turnpike is apparently named after an ancient spiked barrier designed to stop travelers from passing, unless they paid a fee — and goes to ONE destination, no exits, no turnarounds.

And suddenly everything made sense.

The endless lanes.
The concrete walls.
The Morse code.
The missing exits.
The missing signs.
The one-way arrows.
The eerie service plazas designed like a cattle corral.

The Florida Turnpike wasn’t a highway.

It was a system.

A giant particle accelerator designed to test how long a human mind can remain stable while driving through featureless darkness at 75 mph.

Scientists have black holes.
Sailors have the Bermuda Triangle.
And Florida has "The Florida Turnpike."

Both operate under the same principle:
Once you enter without fully understanding the rules, escape becomes theoretical.

Then came the median crossover.

A forbidden opening in the highway.

Marked with official signs:
“AUTHORIZED VEHICLES ONLY.”

To ordinary people, it meant danger.

To Becky, sleep deprived and spiritually offended, it looked like an invitation.

In that moment she understood something profound:

Every civilization eventually creates rules so irrational, that even sensible people begin plotting miniature rebellions.

She crossed over and u-turned.

Northbound at last.

The universe stabilized.
Reality resumed.
She forgave Google Maps.
Turnpike was a new vocabulary word.

Back at the next service plaza, she told the sleepy old attendant what happened.

He nodded without surprise.

“Happens all the time. Most people don't know how to turn around though and they go all the way back to Miami."

The word SHEEP came to mind.

And somewhere deep in the night, the Turnpike waits patiently for the next tired traveler to wake up confused, beneath fluorescent lights, follow the wrong one-way arrow, and unknowingly re-enter the Twilight Zone.

Know anyone like this? I know 3 - and all their names are "Lisa!"
31/05/2026

Know anyone like this? I know 3 - and all their names are "Lisa!"

A DAY IN THE LIFE AT YOUR LOCAL GROCERY STOREAt 2:13 a.m., Gary the assistant manager marched into the back room of Barg...
25/05/2026

A DAY IN THE LIFE AT YOUR LOCAL GROCERY STORE

At 2:13 a.m., Gary the assistant manager marched into the back room of Bargain Basement Grocery with the contentment of a man who had just finished a stale blueberry muffin and a gas-station coffee.

That contentment vanished immediately.

There, under the flickering fluorescent light, sat four mice around a tiny card table.

One mouse dad was cutting a cube of cheddar with a plastic sword.
The mom mouse was pouring droplets of spilled yogurt into little bottle caps.
Two baby mice were wearing bread ties as belts.

Gary froze.

The mice froze.

One baby mouse slowly pushed a Cheez-It under the table like it was contraband.

Gary whispered, “Oh no…”

The dad mouse adjusted his little napkin bib and cleared his throat.

“Sir,” he squeaked, “this isn’t what it looks like.”

“It looks like a rodent dinner party!”

The mom mouse sighed. “Honestly, Gerald, humans always jump to conclusions.”

One of the baby mice raised his tiny hand. “Daddy says we’re middle class now because we live behind organic produce.”

Gary stared in disbelief as he noticed more details.

A tiny framed family photo made from a bottle label.

A miniature recliner stuffed with shredded coupons.

A calendar on the wall that read:
“Tuesday — avoid mop bucket.”

Then the dad mouse stood up on the table dramatically.

“Before you try to evict us,” he said, placing one paw over his heart, “we’d like to discuss cohabitation.”

Gary blinked.

The mom mouse slid a crumpled paper toward him.

At the top it read:

“Shared Living Proposal Between Humans & The Cheese Community.”

Underneath were bullet points:

• We only take damaged crackers
• We scream if we see snakes
• We are willing to pay partial rent in emotional support

One baby mouse added, “And Dad knows where the electrical problem is.”

Right on cue, the freezer lights flickered and died.

The dad mouse slowly smiled.

Gary stared for a long moment, then sighed deeply.

“…Okay. But if I see one tiny treadmill made out of produce stickers again, we’re having a meeting.”

The APA Adds Dozens More Illnesses to the DSM-6: "Have We Identified All the Mental Illnesses Yet?"A Satirical One-Act P...
21/05/2026

The APA Adds Dozens More Illnesses to the DSM-6: "Have We Identified All the Mental Illnesses Yet?"

A Satirical One-Act Play

Cast of Characters

Dr. David J. Cupfur — Chairman of Diagnostic Expansion
Dr. Darrell A. Regear — Master of Research Narratives
Dr. Michael B. Worst — Specialist in “Early Detection”
Dr. Philip Wrong — Pharmaceutical Liaison
Dr. Paul S. Applebomb — Ethics Consultant (mostly decorative)
Dr. Kenneth S. Kindler — Genetic Destiny Theorist
Dr. Ellen Liebenfluff — Director of Emotional Sensitivity Disorders
Dr. Maria O’Quencher — Architect of DSM-6 Roadmap
Dr. Nitin Goggles — Pediatric Overdiagnosis Specialist
Dr. Wilson M. Complyton — Government Partnership Advisor
Dr. Daniel S. Pinebox — Anxiety Disorder Expansion Team
Carl — the last remaining “normal” citizen
Scene

A giant conference room at the American Psychiatric Expansion Association.

A glowing sign reads:

“IF IT EXISTS, WE CAN LABLE & DIAGNOSE IT.”

A second sign underneath says:

“NO HUMAN EXPERIENCE LEFT BEHIND.”

Stacks of DSM-6 drafts tower dangerously high.

Several pharmaceutical representatives wait in the corner holding champagne.

ACT ONE

Dr. Cupfur

(colossal grin)

Good morning, colleagues. Today we finalize the new DSM-6.

Our goal remains clear:

By 2030, every living American must qualify for at least three mental illnesses.

(applause)

Dr. Regear

We’ve made tremendous progress.

Last year alone we classified:

excessive yawning,
humming in grocery stores,
and preferring silence over group activities.
Dr. Wrong

And prescriptions are up 480%.

Human misery has never been more profitable.

Dr. Applebomb

(quietly)

Shouldn’t we perhaps discuss ethics?

(entire room stares at him)

Dr. Cupfur

Security?

Dr. Applebomb

Never mind.

Dr. Liebenfluff

I’d like approval for our newest condition:

“Acute Hurt Feelings Spectrum Disorder.”

Symptoms include:

criticism,
rejection,
sarcasm,
and reading internet comments.
Dr. Pinebox

Excellent.

We can pair it with generalized anticipatory emotional destabilization syndrome.

Carl

(confused)

Isn’t that just… worrying?

Dr. Pinebox

Exactly.

Chronic worrying.

Which makes it medical.

Dr. Goggles

Children remain dangerously underdiagnosed.

Kids are still:

climbing trees,
running around,
staring out windows,
and asking questions.
We propose:
“Oppositional Curiosity Disorder.”

Dr. Kindler

We believe it may be genetic.

Carl

You think curiosity is hereditary?

Dr. Kindler

Everything is hereditary if the grant money is sufficient.

Dr. O’Quencher

Moving on.

Our behavioral addiction team proposes:

Social Media Withdrawal Syndrome,
Revenge Bedtime Procrastination Disorder,
Chronic Notification Anxiety,
and Orthorexic Purity Fixation.
Carl

People stay up late because life is stressful and phones are addictive.

Dr. Wrong

(write that down)

“Reality Acceptance Disorder.”

Dr. Complyton

The government partnership division has concerns.

Too many citizens are still functioning independently without medication.

Dr. Cupfur

Disturbing.

Dr. Regear

Our projections show that by DSM-7, ordinary grief itself may finally qualify as a permanent condition.

Carl

Wait… sadness is normal!

(entire room gasps)

Dr. Liebenfluff

Did he just invalidate emotional suffering?

Dr. Pinebox

Classic empathy aggression.

Dr. Worst

I move we diagnose Carl immediately.

Symptoms:

skepticism,
independent thinking,
resistance to authority,
excessive pattern recognition,
and emotional realism.
Dr. Wrong

Very dangerous profile.

Dr. Goggles

Possibly contagious.

Carl

You people are turning normal life into mental illness!

Being sad after loss isn’t a disease.
Being nervous sometimes isn’t a disease.
Being different isn’t a disease.

Dr. Cupfur

(stunned silence)

My God…

Write this down.

“Severe Normality Disorder.”

(All doctors erupt into applause.)

Pharmaceutical reps uncork champagne.

A giant banner descends from the ceiling:

“DSM-6 — THERE’S A PILL FOR EVERYTHING.”

Final Stage Direction

Carl slowly exits the room while the committee argues over whether laughter itself should become a diagnosable condition.

The lights dim.

A printer endlessly spits out new disorders into the darkness.

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