Lightning Rod Gets The Zot

The Poet's Eye ^ | Lightning Rod

[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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[fanfan]

Happy American Thanksgiving everyone!

[sionnsar]

When it gets down to forty below, you won't have to tell us whether it's Celsius or Fahrenheit

When it gets there, does it even matter? IT's Freakingly COLD!

Sorry to be gone all day, but when I checked my cellphone this morning it said my work laptop was back in my office, working. So I had to go in to check and stand down the alarms that I'm now 14 days shut down without my work laptop.

Good so far as it goes, but the tech says "total hard drive failure" -- I have days of work ahead to reconfigure it.

And I *just* finished and sent off my first draft of a short piece for a pan-Asian high-school textbook. Originally due two weeks ago, but traveling without working computer put me in a bind.

Hopefully the rain will come in tomorrow and erase this snow.

[sionnsar]

Happy American Thanksgiving everyone!

Danke Schoen! *\;^)

[fanfan]

Forty below is the same in C and F, but you knew that, LOL!

TurBaconEpic Thanksgiving - Epic Meal Time
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Xc5wIpUenQ&feature=channel

[Tax-chick]

That’s cold. Next time, get powdered laundry soap.

You should try to call your grandparents tomorrow and say hi. Still got their number?

[Monkey Face]

Thanks, Sis! you rock!

[GOPJ]

Happy Thanksgiving to you too.

[Tax-chick]

Thanks! I cooked my sweet potatoes for pies this evening, although I may have to cook more tomorrow. And DP says the turkey is thawed, in the ice chest out in the yard! But not *so* thawed that the petz have smelled it.

[sionnsar]

Um. Didn’t go there, but things are looking much better here.

[sionnsar]

It’s going to be! Thank you.

[Monkey Face]

I still have to find someone who can help me extract the data from the hard drive.

Your sojourn with the work computer is frighteningly close to home! Luckily for me, I’m able to rent one for a while. However, I really DO need the information that is hidden in the dead unit.

[Darksheare]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I__jYojbMYQ
Heading back to the barn.

[Monkey Face]

My contribution to Thanksgiving will be two homemade pumpkin pies, complete with real whipped cream topping! Otherwise, the day will be spent alone, as usual, with my FRiends!!

[Tax-chick]

Do you have a dinner in your apartment complex, or at church? It turns out the guys are not in a race tomorrow, so that will make everything go more smoothly. Tom is going to make breakfast burritos, and then we’ll start on the rest of the dinner. We bought pies, which saves a *lot* of work.

If it’s warm and sunny again, some of us can go running in the neighborhood. And we can work on Christmas music: we’re doing a Christmas Eve and a Christmas Day service now, and then the regular Sunday, Dec. 26. We were going to practice this afternoon, but I’d lost all the kids because their friends weren’t at school, and when I called Asuncion, her granddaughter was sick, and when I called Cary, she had to go to the dentist!

Oh, well - it’s still a long time to Christmas!

[GOPJ]

This year I’m just ‘bringing the wine’... nice being grandparent guests... and easier.

[Tax-chick]

Much easier! We are not yet grandparents.

[Monkey Face]

The community room is torn up, literally, due to changes that seem to be mandatory for the contractors HUD has hired to “bring it up to speed.”

(Get rid of the asbestos, improve the parking lots [what???] and enlarge the library. Most of us would rather that the laundry room be enlarged, but ohwell!)

The Eagles Club (across the street) has offered to give us dinner if we sign up for it, but it won’t take place until Saturday. My generous neighbor, JuneBug, is pretty ticked about that. Her turkey is still frozen!

I’ll make two pies, but that’s the limit of my Thanksgiving! I can be MOST thankful without all the trimmings!!

[nicmarlo]

The Brementown musicians?

Who's that??

[Anoreth]

I’m sure Ash would love an entire raw turkey.

[Tax-chick]

I’m sure she would, too - until the inevitable digestive outcome occurred.