“Circus” nowadays doesn't mean what it used to mean. Rather, it now connotes chaos. We're living under the Big Top and the clowns have usurped the Ringmaster. I don't like clowns, or their puppets. Remember Pennywise, the biggest, baddest clown of them all? I've loathed the creatures ever since. I don't like trolls or rabid hyenas, either. And I really don't like flying howler monkeys, the clowns' enforcers. They throw frickin' crap and watch to see what sticks, and zombies in the bleachers cheer.
With the circus run amok, there is a disquieting undercurrent rippling through society. Suddenly, public insults, bullying, mocking, gaslighting, crassness, conspiracy theories, and general vulgarity are acceptable behavior. Is a base nature really what lurks beneath the human veneer? Maybe we've only pretended to be civilized all these years.
Look around. This IS our circus. These ARE our clowns. Those ARE our monkeys. We have to deal with it. Alas, the circus has grown too big and widespread to run it out of town. Somebody had better put on their hip waders, gather up some villagers with torches and pitchforks, and figure out a way before we all end up as sideshow attractions. Otherwise, Pennywise might well drag us all down to float in the sewer.
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