Posted on 10/23/2010 5:17:52 PM PDT by Lrod
A character like Christine O'Donnell presents a unique problem for a humorist. Few elaborations are called for since the caricature is self-embodied. All that is needed is a dead-pan Jack Benny look. You know, the one where he just stares blankly at the audience without saying a word and eventually someone titters and before you know it the whole place is in hysterics? Her very existence as a major party candidate for US Senate is the kind of comedy which arrives ready-written and would only be spoiled by embellishment. I mean, what can you add to rabidantimasturbationtarianism, rats with fully-functioning human brains and her famous Witches of Eastwick campaign ad that looks like it was produced by Tim Burton? I had fully intended to leave Ms. O'Donnell to the other comedians and the pundits who were wearing her out on cable TV. But then came the most recent revelation that she has claimed that her father was Bozo the Clown. Here I had to break my silence, not in the name of humor, but in the cause of veracity. This is a subject I happen to know something about.
Long ago, for one magic season, I was related by marriage to Bozo the Clown. I'm not making this up. My father was a semi-notorious lothario in the television and advertising business. Sometime after he turned 50, he married the 17 year-old daughter of one of his professional colleagues, Larry Harmon, the guy who owned the franchise to Bozo, the Most Famous Clown in the World. He was Bozo Primero, not one of the many FauxZos who were franchised in every major media market. I was much closer to the power center of the Bozo world than Ms. O'Donnell ever dreamed of being. It gave me an intimate glimpse into the backstage life of clowns. I knew little of the inside workings of the clown business in those days. Like a naive child, I had assumed that, you know, Bozo was Bozo. It never occurred to me that there was a school, like a Bozo boot-camp, where imposters went to learn how to walk like a Bozo and talk like a Bozo and draw the red rictus of a smile on their faces with greasepaint. It was like learning a dirty family secret and it was a big disappointment. When you go to see Bozo, you want it to really be Bozo, not some guy dressed up in a Bozo costume.
I hadn't thought about my brief inclusion in greasepaint royalty for years until Ms. O'D surfaced with her claims of actually being a blood relative of Bozo the Clown. The marriage between my father and Princess Bozo, which was chronologically challenged to begin with, barely outlasted the honeymoon. They had about as much in common as Christine would have in common with the 99 other US Senators. Suddenly the whole subject bubbled from my subconscious and made me wonder about franchises and politicians and the authenticity of clowns.
Since John Quincy Adams carried forth his father's political legacy, American politicians have campaigned on the richness of their family's past public service. Roosevelt and Kennedy and Bush all represent minor dynasties and it is entirely in keeping with this tradition for Ms. O'D to claim descent from Bozo. Clowning is as present in the current of American politics as populism, liberalism or conservatism. But in light of Ms. O'D's penchant for resume enhancement, she fibbed about her college career and has downplayed her wiccan studies, her claims to clownly ancestry are also suspect. While she seems like a natural and can certainly get a laugh and works well in the side-shows, one has to wonder if she is really ready for the Big Top, the center ring.
The US Senate is the Big League of Buffoonery. Even pros like Colbert have trouble hanging there. It's a tough room. Notice that Al Franken, even with all his years of practical comic experience, has been keeping mum in deference to the mime-masters of the Senate. These clowns can juggle, ride unicycles, do pratfalls and get shot from cannons, all with the perfect dead-pan of their painted-on media faces. They are consummate clowns adept with all the tricks, the seltzer bottle, the pie-in-the-face, the filibuster. I don't want to get all Stephen King on you but these aren't nice clowns. Ms. O'D should think twice before she alienates her witch constituency, she may need some strong juju to avoid the dunking stool. They'll make her the senator-punk-clown. Every troupe of clowns has one, the smallest clown, bottom of the pecking order, the one who all the other clowns slap and when there is no smaller clown for her to slap, she turns to the audience with her out-turned palms and pitiful Emmett Kelly frown and says, "I am you."
Two of the greatest Senatorial Clowns, Lloyd Bentson and Dan Quayle, in their famous vice-presidential debate in 1988 demonstrated the type of cut-throat comedy these jokers are capable of. When Quayle set the joke up by comparing his inexperience to the inexperience of Jack Kennedy, Bentson spiked it with this punch-line, "Senator," he said, "I served with Jack Kennedy. I knew Jack Kennedy. Jack Kennedy was a friend of mine. Senator, you are no Jack Kennedy."
The Poet's Eye would like to say to Christine O'Donnell in this same spirit, "Ms. O'Donnell, you say your father is Bozo. Well, I knew Bozo. Bozo was briefly my step-grand-father-in-law. Christine, your father was no Bozo."
Yes I’m stuck in the middle with you, and I’m wondering what it is I should do. It’s so hard to keep this smile from my face. Losing control yeah I'm all over the place.
Clowns to the left of me! Jokers to the right! Here I am stuck in the middle with you. ---Joe Egan and Gerry Rafferty
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You snowed in, yet? Wet snow sucks.
And yes, wet snow sucks. It's still snowing...
Warm thoughts of hot, rum-laced cocoa, a fire in the fireplace, and close friends and family go out to you! Texas never looked so good, I bet!
Hang in there! Shall I send you some LV weather? Sunny and 57, no snow except on Mt. Charleston (50 miles from here!) and there are still green leaves on the trees!
All is well...
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I’ll drink to that!
Morning! It’s afternoon here in charleston wv airport. Checked in and ready to go but I’m the only one here. Not even the plane, but is an hour before boarding.
Visited an anglican church on the way. I really felt at home with these folks!
Hello!
It’s good to see you online! Did you get your laptop?
Charleston, WV? Now that’s furrin’!
65 and sunny here, but it will start getting cold again soon. Bill and Tom are home from Scouting, with all their laundry.
Inquiring minds want to know: Did the hat survive?
I’m sure it will get cooler tonight, but for now, we have about 63 sunny degrees. No breeze to speak of. For now.
The hat is approved, and it is not in the laundry.
*gasp*
Something approved by a teen???? (Be still, my heart!)
Hi. I’m online but only through the neat Android cellphone LoM got for me. I think it’s a bit older model but it’s a huge leap up. No laptop yet but I should hear from the IT guy tomorrow afternoon and hopefully have it Tuesday.
What’s funny is that I ran some tests yesterday and found I could download documents to the phone and read them fairly well. So I can participate in tomorrow’s meeting after all, as long as I don’t have to write anything in a Word doc. The Swype input method is really cool and makes texting easy (I am writing this using Swype) but it’s still slower than typing. For me.
I am in the hotel in Atlanta now. Not long for the world but waiting for colleagues to arrive. Only one so far, coworker from India.
Sorry to hear of your sister’s car trouble!
I copied my new tag line from a shirt.
Hm!
Anoreth was (it appears) posting from her phone on the NC forum earlier. She told us that after she gym off watch she was going uptown to harass the lobsters. We all kind of figured it out, because the NC forum is the original home of typso, but Anoreth was irritated because she really does know how to spell, and also types 90+ wpm with excellent accuracy in Real Life.
It has occurred to me that one nice thing about vampires is that although they might block your view of the TV, you'll still be able to use the remote control.
That’s an interesting thesis. Let us know how it works out.
Morning!
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