Typically, as a fool, I try to stay away from politics.
In the long history of fools, political discourse can be a quick and wonderful way to shed thirty pounds of stupid. That is, speaking out as a clown can be an efficient way for jesters and fools to lose their heads.
And right now? There’s a clown and a tyrant engaged in an epic struggle. The clown wants the right to continue to blunder along attempting to rule a free country. The tyrant wants to cut off the fools head.
As for my head, I’m none too worried about that.
I’m not particularly a fan of war.
But if you took a look at my browsing history, you may suspect otherwise. I’ve been addicted to the terror of war.
It’s essentially the most stupid thing we humans do. The unremarkable foolishness of fighting in wars has been going on as long as there have been stupid people. And there have been dummies since the beginning.
Let’s roll back a bit.
In February 2003, I marched in Toronto. It was a day of laughter and tears and hope that …
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