Something is Rotten
Can the deterioration get any worse? When Hamlet comes on stage, he senses that there’s something rotten in Denmark.
Since Bozo has hijacked the circus, the rot has taken hold, and it stinks. He has isolated us from our allies, and his incompetence has enabled our enemies to forge new alliances. Of course, none of this makes any sense to Bozo. His knowledge of the world is limited to his favourite sport, golf.
Rumour has it that his skill in the game is largely down to his ability to cheat. It’s not surprising; we’ve seen this grifter at work, and he’s a master at duping the gullible, and naïve.
It makes no difference how many times he uses the art of deflection; they still believe in him. Whenever someone brings the rottenness to his attention, he spins another big lie.
Hamlet
Shakespeare’s Hamlet senses that something is wrong. When the ghost of his father appears, it haunts him into action. We might see the ghost as a metaphor for Hamlet’s growing awareness.
We see that happening in the circus occasionally when one of Bozo’s fans owns up to the fact that all is not well. You can see them desperately pretending that all is right with the world when they know it’s not. I’ve not seen gymnasts work as hard as they do to contort the facts.
The clowns Bozo put into the highest places of office are dangerously lacking wit. One clown in particular, who deals with our well-being, is so out of touch with modern medicine, it’s scary. If he thinks ignoring science is funny, it’s a real misstep on his part.
The other circuses are enjoying watching his antics. They’re the only ones laughing. They can’t believe our stupidity in letting someone with no expertise make decisions that could be fatal to our health.
Bozo’s lack of experience is evident in everything he does, but like a true charlatan, he never takes responsibility for his bad decisions. Instead, he promotes himself as the best thing to ever happen to us. His plans are our salvation, if only we could believe more in his messiahship.
Forget the facts, we only need to trust in his inspired leadership. Unfortunately, this leap across the credibility gap requires the sort of skill worthy tumblers, and there are enough of those around who are willing to suspend their common sense.
As you can imagine, there are those of us who, like Hamlet, can see the rottenness of Bozo’s making. We see through the lies produced by his foxy ladies, and his ministry of disinformation. While he sends his bully boys to lift people from the street, and isolate them from their families, we wonder who will be next. He is, after all, a very vindictive dictator.
Fall foul of his ire, and you’ll find yourself interrogated by his boot boys. I’ve never met anyone who has such a thirst for vengeance. If you manage to get on his wrong side, he throws all his legislative weight against you and stigmatizes you as a traitor to his cause.
His reign of fear has caused some of our most talented people to leave and find sanctuary elsewhere. He hopes that by dumbing down the circus, he will continue to reign for as long as he wants.
In order to do this, he’s removed funding from education and penalised those whose ideas are not in line with his own. Appointing the clown in charge of health, he’s hoping he can kill off the weak and infirm.
His vision for the circus is governed by his own delusions. Soon, it will be impossible to question his reasoning, which is non-existent, unless you judge his love of distraction, and then its impeccable.
News of his shady past continues to haunt him, and every time there’s a mention of it, he squirms with fear. He’s so afraid of being found out, he’ll take us into unnecessary wars with other circuses. It might cost the lives of many to spare him from being exposed, but he’s willing to do whatever it takes to quell the truth.
When Hamlet finds out that Claudius, his uncle/stepfather, has murdered his father, he is awakened to the source of the rot. It lies in Claudius’ hidden crime. At one point, we see the murderer praying, much like we imagine Bozo is seriously praying he won’t be found out.
His fervent conversion to prayer, and all things spiritual would be admirable if it weren’t motivated by self-preservation. A simple reference to sexual impropriety will have him on his knees begging the powers that be for another major distraction.
His leadership team are praying, and doing everything in their power to conceal his past errors. They follow his lead in using every distraction they can find to evade any questions that lead us back to the rot.
Even law givers are happy to support his avoidance and perpetrate his lies. They twist the law to his advantage. If he didn’t have money, and influence, he’d face true justice. ‘
If any of us were in his situation, we’d be doing time in the big house. I don’t think any of us would get away Scott-free. We would be judged according to the law, and not the improvised law of the law givers.
Hamlet, awakened to the crime of his uncle, seeks justice. The ghost of his father pushes him into doing something to right the wrongs of the past. The moral of drama is obvious: be careful, lest your sins find you out.
We can only hope that if there is the slightest modicum of justice left in this country, Bozo’s sins will find him out, and he will be judged accordingly.
