You Might Be An Evil Clown Already

Don’t let them see that you are hurting, frightened and dying inside.

You know it’s all a sham or at least you are afraid that it might be. Is it paranoid to watch every look, listen to every word waiting for the hammer to fall?

Have you ever been accused, by yourself or others, of being emotionally unstable, insane or crazy? Do you go to meetings and only pretend to be there? Only pretending to take notes? Saying as little as possible? A mask of attentive interest?

Your painted face. The stench of lies. All you have to do is play ‘The Game’: be conventional, cultivate hypocrisy, always smile and never swear. Your own private little hell.

Clowns may have a glimpse of their own ugliness or of that of the larger world; they may somewhat knowingly struggle against it.

If they are cursed, they are as the idiot Cassandra, daughter of noble Priam; a seeress who knew the future and yet remained helpless to avert it; mocked into her grave by betrayal and murder. Jonah is her twin bother, he does prophesy and the people do believe, but God changes his mind and leaves Jonah high and dry on the deal.

Dispelling contradiction and hypocrisy makes all things possible, but is not allowed.

What does this do the mind? What does it do to the soul?

Colonel Walter E. Kurtz’s psychotic radio rantings intercepted by U.S. Army Signals Intelligence out of Cambodia during the Vietnamese – American War are more cogent if one acknowledges, at least for the sake of argument, that he is trying to reach ‘beyond [the] timid, lying morality [of politicians and the general staff]’.

It was observed that ‘The man [Kurtz] is clear in his mind, but his soul is mad.’

"They train young men to drop fire on people. But their commanders won't allow them to write fuck on their airplanes because it's obscene!" said Kurtz.

Is this, then, true delusion and mental illness or simply a case of rational moral insanity?

Evil Clowns have a vicious internal seed that flowers outward into expressions of devastation.

Everyone laugh at the Angry Clown.

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"Clowns always speak of the same thing, they speak of hunger; hunger for food, hunger for sex, but also hunger for dignity, hunger for identity, hunger for power. In fact, they introduce questions about who commands, who protests."

— Dario Fo (Italian playwright/fool)

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Bromide The Clown Loves to Play Substitution

Evil Clowns love stories and sketches
They use them to explain-mock the world
To themselves
and Others

In this skit Bromide reveals the powers of Substitution and Parody to a neophyte clown.

- 2 Clowns

- Distractingly engaging women in flirtatious red dress, clinging, but not tight, ruffling in her confident sexual strides, an alluring smile that boarders on innocent, her full red lips . . .

- Extras in grey, peace officer, sailors, etc.

Ext. Day:

Bromide The Clown: The Big Top is a system, Oddity. That system is our enemy. But when you're inside, you look around. What do you see?

[Honk!]

Business men, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. The very minds of the Clowns we are trying to save. But until we do, these people are still a part of that system, and that makes them our enemy.

[Yoink!]

You have to understand, most of these Clowns are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inert, so hopelessly dependent on the system that they will fight to protect Banality…
Were you listening to me Oddity [meow], or were you looking at the woman in the red dress?

[Woof! Woof! Wolf Whistle]

Oddity The Clown: I was... [Splat – Oddity is pied]

Bromide The Clown: Look again. Spritz it! [Whooosh!]

Oddity The Clown: This...this isn't the Big Top?

Bromide The Clown: No. It's another training program designed to teach you one thing. If you are not one of us, you are one of them.

Oddity The Clown: What are they?

Bromide The Clown: Deadpan literalists and apathetic nonvoters. They can move in and out of any circus still hardwired to Banality. That means that anyone we haven't enlightened is potentially an audience member.

Inside the Big Top, they are everyone and they are no one. We have survived by amusing them, by frightening them, wearing floppy shoes and red noses. But they are the gatekeepers. They are guarding all the doors. They are holding all the keys, which means that sooner or later, someone is going to have to pie them.

[Gasp]

Oddity The Clown: Someone?

Bromide The Clown: I won't lie to you, Oddity. Every single Clown who has stood their ground, stood up for their dignity, everyclown who has fought this injustice - has lost. But where those Clowns have failed, you will succeed.

Oddity The Clown: Why?

Bromide The Clown: I've seen the unenlightened ignore dry humor and even pratfalls. Clowns have emptied entire whoopee cushions at them [Phhattt!] and got nothing but stony faces.

Yet their soul sucking dullness and tedious minds are based in a world that is built on rules. Because of that, they will never be as funny or at least as slightly humorous as you can be working a room with a three drink minimum.

Oddity The Clown: What are you trying to tell me, that I can dodge tomatoes? [Boom! Oddity is knocked off stage]

Bromide The Clown: No Oddity. I'm trying to tell you that when you that when you’re Really Funny, you won't have to.

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If you were going to shoot a mime, would you use a silencer?
- Steven Wright

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