Fear of clowns

As a kid, I was afraid to go to the circus. I liked the high-wire and trapeze acts. I hated lion-tamers who snapped whips at large cats who spent their lives in cages. My heart went out to the magnificent elephants who had to perform stupid tricks in order to get fed.

But mostly, I was afraid of clowns. They terrified me, as they terrified millions of others.

Perhaps there is such a thing as precognition, (a paranormal feeling/instinct about the future). If so, perhaps those of us who were terrified by clowns, were exposed to a warp in the space-time continuum. -- A peek at the future. -- An intuitive awareness that clowns were, somehow, bringers of evil.

The grotesque Trump clown is now having his moment. It was like that moment in the circus when countless clowns spilled out of a small car. We wondered how so many of them could get in there. And now we’re wondering how so many incredible fools and clowns could have gotten into positions of power in the American government.

And some of them aren’t even in the Trump “administration.” They are clowns who work in a circus called “The Republican House of Representatives.” But they’re not throwing pies in the face. Instead, they’re trying to throw a Nobel Peace Prize at the clown-in-chief. They’re throwing tax cuts at their owners. They’re throwing up roadblocks to healthcare for all Americans. They’re spitting on immigrants who are seeking a better life – or just life itself, for their children and themselves.

And now, every day of our lives, the Trump clown draws our attention to his demented activities, -- to the meaningless "thoughts" that develop in his diseased mind and that he spews forth as words or tweets. It's a terrifying show and we are all a captive audience.

No need for a call to send in the clowns. They’re here.

Past time to send them out.