So, there was this happy place. With several groups of people. 

There were the Sremraf who cultivated the land and produced food. 

There were the Srehcaet who taught lessons to children. 

There were the Srotcod who treated ailing people. 

There were the Sredart who performed trade. 

And then there were the Sretsinim who looked after administration. 

There were several other groups too such as the Ssrep - responsible for keeping people aware of everything going on.

And then there were the Sretsej who took upon themselves the role of entertaining the people. 

And the people loved entertainment. 

So much so that they seated the Sretsej on pedestals like demi-Gods. 

The Sretsej were so impressed that they soon forgot who they were. They mastered the art of playing the fool and started building their castles in thin air. 

They created a new sky and graced the place like stars. The twinkled and people appreciated. They fell and people cried. They played and people admired. 

The admiration so got into the heads of the Sretsej that they forgot who they were! They left behind the business of entertaining people and living on their applause. 

Instead, they started speaking gobbledegook to draw attention. 

And they were so obsessed with themselves that in this erstwhile happy place it started raining gobbledegook! 

Whether it was something they understood or not, the Sretsej never stopped showering the common people with their gobbledegook. 

And people reacted to their gobbledegook! 

Pages after pages and channel after channel in all forms of lesser worlds governed by the Ssrep was filled with their gobbledegook. 

One married, another coughed, yet another burped (and we stop here to keep it decent), and everything became the subject to be covered! 

This amount of hero-worship for entertainers seemed unmanageable. They began pouring gobbledegook on every other topic thereafter. 

Whether it was an issue related to the Sredart or the Srehcaet or even the Sremraf - as long as the Sretsej could seek attention, they filled the place with gobbledegook.  

But then the people never understood that it was all gobbledegook. 

They looked for meanings, naively. 

How could gobbledegook yield meaning though! It is only an instrument to steal the show.

Dismissing is an art. No language can counter gobbledegook.