(Thanks to Nitin for providing the opening to the story).
All poor Kierkegaard talked about was despair inherent in men because of sin. It’s the bloody nihilists who deconstructed him, out of their need to be free of God and moral restraints, never realising that man is not free. I said, man is not free! Not free! Damn it! screamed the disgraced professor now working in a circus. What a change from being the Professor of Philosophy at Harvard to becoming Bozo the Clown.
Believe me, continued Bozo standing on his head, I didn’t get this job simply because I have Native American blood. Is it not better to light a candle than to curse the darkness and view the world through tinted glasses? There is light at the end of every tunnel and every cloud has a silver lining. Time may silver your golden hair but people in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. After all, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, and one leg over the fence is better than a poke in the eye. Surely it’s better to shake a leg than to see a man about a dog. I promise you that this little pig went to market and this little pig stayed home, and the little pig that went to market is now a fat cow and the pig that stayed at home is a couch potato. Beware! Beware of sharks feathering their own nests like wolves in sheep’s clothing shedding crocodile tears.
Bozo began to juggle with a bunch of bananas. I smell a rat when people open a can of worms and say they’re living hand to mouth like a dog’s breakfast. Never, I say! Never on a Sunday! That’s right! That’s right – be a pack of sheep flogging a dead horse.
By now, Bozo was squirting everyone with water through a plastic flower on his lapel. Why not offer an olive branch to the starving millions instead of pussy-footing around like a cat on hot bricks? There’s something fishy about a chicken without a head.
We are not free! Not free! screamed the disgraced professor. Not free from Neitzche’s Nihilism and Derrida and the Deconstructionists.
It wasn’t long before Bozo lost his circus job as well.
😂 I like Bozo the crazed Dadaist. This is really good! I wonder what he’ll do next.
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He will possibly join Facebook and Twitter etc and pollute the planet with crap??!
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But what about monetary support? Where’s he gonna get that from?
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He’s going to go into politics – he’s exactly what the people are looking for. And it pays well.
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A congress of baboons. That is the collective noun! This has all the makings of a good flash fiction series.
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We started a Bozo collection a little while back! but is quickly (as does all politics) became tawdry and quagmire.
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You really have to put your nose to the wheel to produce such an epic something.
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Now! Now! There’s no need to mix metaphors!
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Sorry. The devil makde me dance on the head of a pin.
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I forgot you were an angel.
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Nice one! I see Bozo becoming a District Attorney.
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Great intuition, Terry.
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The opening may have fallen from outer space, but you pierced through facade of the schizophrenic.
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Thanks for the comment! It wasn’t an easy challenge!
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Oh, Bruce this one is sooooo funny. The disgraced professor now working in a circus!
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Thanks, Lisa! Actually Nitin, who submit the opening, gave the first FIVE sentences!
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Well, the first laugh goes to him then. Gotta wonder about his professors!
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This may be your best yet, Bruce.
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Thank you, Chelsea. I have my favourites which one day I might reveal!
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He’s probably earning millions now as a motivational speaker…
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You know him too!
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