That can be the only reason that I like watching the Democratic Debates. It’s like the typical smoldering wreck on the side of the road, only it’s a Clown Car.
As they all crawl out of the twisted mess, you wonder where all these clowns came from. There’s a happy faced clown that likes to spread joy and love, a few grumpy clowns, and the rest just look lost, trying to find their seltzer bottle. Then, amongst the burning wreckage of their car, they fight with one another. How could you not look?
The Moderators, like First Responders, try to help the clowns. But clowns be clowns. I think you’d actually get more compliance and coherence from herding cats. The saner clowns really help accentuate the wackiness of the horn-honking goofballs. As they try to construct a balloon animal for the kiddies, and another clown just pops it with a pin. Woot woot. Or Yada yada yada. Smell my flower.
The most hilarious thing is that these clowns are all competing to unseat the head clown, Bozo. The whole I Can Be a Better Clown Than YOU! competition. I know this is serious, but how can anyone take this seriously? I mean, look around at the catastrophic mess the world is in. It doesn’t matter who the Top Clown is. We’re all gonna die anyway. May as well laugh on our way out.
It doesn’t matter how you think we’ll destroy ourselves, although that does seem to be the big thing we all fight over. But the clowns are there to offer free balloons and ice cream. An occasional squirting flower. We’re all good sports. And easily distracted.
The adults are on permanent vacation. We’re all hyped-up on the fruit punch and good times promised to all. But all too soon, it’s the sugar crash and a tummy ache. Someone may eventually look at the clown car in the ditch again and wonder:
Did they drive it in the ditch, or did we run them off the road?
Except, I forgot one thing. In just a few short years, there will be no cars. Only carbon-neutral electric trains. And free ice cream. Honk-honk.