The dialogue which serves as the platform for my commentary can perhaps be most succinctly approached allegorically in which I, as an amateur psychologist, get to play the role of Dorothy, and members of the executive committee of The Society for Philosophy and Psychology (Steve Harnad, Georges Rey, Robert Matthews, William Lycan, Fred Dretske, D. C. Dennett) get to play the role of the great and powerful Oz. And, as I assume we all remember, after traveling long and hard in search of answers, I arrive at the Emerald Palace only to be treated to a display of fireworks and meaningless one liners. All is not lost, however, for in the finale (alas, well over a decade after the fact) we actually do learn something, in that we finally get to see the stuff Ozzy is really made of, courtesy of my little dog, Todo, of course (i.e., the fortuitous emergence of the internet).