the Joke

The joke we all are about to become by playing or just being caught in his game. His sh(ad)ow. In his only talent; a significant, uuuuge one : lurid, tabloid like entertaining. Because he really has the required rhetoric for it. The only problem is that we, as species, have already moved beyond that level. It`s been a while since we`re no longer bursting with joy when circus is coming to town. I mean, the one with people who torment animals, making them jump around and walk backwards. The guy is a warn-out retired antique who is too bitter to enjoy his fat pension cheque. A blunderer Comedian who made it to be the most powerful clown in the world.

I think Hollywood has its own fault. Especially when it comes to comedy. They’ve just gone too far, too fast. Particularly with the stand-ups. Not everybody is keeping up with it, and people get irritated. They just need a good-old, straight-out clown who speaks their language, who rubs their bellies.

Looking forward for the next talented, genuine, Leading Actor, equipped with a state of the art script, written by professionals. Being able to improvise when needed, to refuse a bad line, to step up and direct the entire beautiful story that we`re being a part of. To use his craft in order to attract, unite and get together people. To inspire them positive, out of this world goals. Not hate and misery.

It seems like nobody is thinking Tomorrow. About tomorrow. I`m speaking about the educated crusaders which screams their longs out, claiming that the emperor has his clothes on. I can only imagine the embarrassing/deafening silence of gloom once the circus will be out of town. The shatter desolation of the garbage still lingering on the hill the tent was on. The dumpy time frame until the cleaners thrash out and routinely remove the compost.