The Miracle of Splenda - It's a Gas!

Has anyone else tried that sugar substitute calledChernobyl. Average global temperatures warmed
"Splenda?"My wife, Roxanne, read about it, andfour degrees, the polar ice cap broke into several
with me being on a diet for the past few weeks,pieces and floated south, and ocean levels rose
she decided to buy some for me. I've had it twicethree inches. Under some mountain in Montana,
now, once a couple teaspoons on a bowl oflights flashed, alarms sounded, and the nation
Grapenuts, and another time as the sweetener inwent to Defcon Three. When paratroopers landed
some so-called dietetic ice cream.Let me tell youto cordon off and quarantine our little town, the
something, folks, calling the results of eatinglame excuse they used was "anthrax." We know
Splenda "having gas" is like calling the Spacebetter, don't we?Sugar, my dog, is no longer my
Shuttle an airplane. (Well, it would be like calling itbest friend -- I no longer have a best friend, or
an airplane if the damn thing could fly.) It's likeany friends at all, for that matter. I'll have to have
calling a stick of dynamite a "partypopper." (No,the roof re-shingled, and most of the siding
wait. In the crowd I party with, dynamite is thereplaced. Everything in the garden is dead, dead,
partypopper of choice.) OK, fitting comparisondead.Now, I've eaten beans and I've eaten
escapes me. Let's get down to thecabbage and I've even chased it all down with
issues.Although I suspected Splenda the first timesour beer, but I've never been turned into an
it happened, I didn't have enough empirical dataactual human wind tunnel like happened with
then to blame the artificial sweetener. The secondSplenda. So being the curious sort, now I'd like to
time, however, removed all doubts, as well asknow: Is it just me and my particular
most of the wallpaper. I sat on the couch andmetabolism?For experimental purposes, I think
blew holes in the cushions. I cleaned all theyou all should try it. Eat some Splenda, then we
dustbunnies out from under the sofas and beds,can take a survey. (For that matter, I think you
in my own house as well as the one next door,all should try it anyway, survey or not, just so
and I blasted the doors right off their hinges inyou can brag about the survival experience. I'll
the living room.My home lifted off its foundation,make T-shirts to sell, and later, much later, we will
like Dorothy's in The Wizard of Oz. I could haveall have a big laugh.)Meanwhile, looks like I gotta
stuck a fan out the back door and a trumpet upgo. There's some guys at the door flashing
my butt and flown my house to Dallas, playing aHomeland Security credentials.A sidebar on the
rendition of The Lonely Bull that would have madeSplenda story:My daughter, Trista, called a few
Herb Alpert eat his own heart.Smoke alarmsdays after our granddaughter, Jaden, had
were going off six houses down, windows rattledreturned to her home from visiting with us for
the next county over, and strange lights can stillabout a month. She told me that she had been
be seen in the sky over most of North Arkansas.giving the 3-year-old a bath when the little scamp
Roxanne went around turning off all the pilot lightspooted in the tub, blowing bubbles in the
and electrical appliances in the house, for safetybathwater.She looked up at her mom with a
reasons. Some guy downtown lit a cigar and hisrascally smile and a twinkle in her eye, and stated
head exploded, burning down the hardware store,matter-of-factly, "Doggy did that.""Now where did
the flower shop, and the newspaper office (whichshe get that, Dad?" my daughter demanded to
is probably why you haven't read about thisknow, "We don't even have a dog."Ted
before now.)My bottle of Beano melted in theThomnpson is a Freelance Writer living in Harrison,
medicine cabinet like the nuclear core atArkansas.