On television was a show about a couple who wanted a feng-shui-ed-out garden. The
nutter expert who was advising them in the process kept going on and on and on for effing ever 'til I reached through the tv and punched her in the throat about meditate this and meditation that and meditating for you and me!
Sam walked into the room. "Meditatiate!" he announced- the expert was just shy of making up words, herself. "I'm good with meditatiation! As long as it involves naked women."
"Nope, sorry," I told him. "It could not involve naked women because you could not concentrate enough to meditatiate."
"In that case, I'm not a fan." And he left.