The Circus of Life!

Roll Up! Roll up! Welcome to the circus of life! Let us beguile you, amaze you and fool you, the audience.

Bring on the clowns, like Abu Qatada and other radical preachers and priests. Like all clowns, they are big and scary, and not at all funny!

They appeal to the young and the naïve; they love chaos, cars blowing up for instance, but have nothing of substance to offer the audience. And like lots of clowns, they are just a distraction from the main event. They have nothing to offer but mindless chaos.

Then we have the strong man, who walks around the ring showing off his might. Like all dictators, he likes a flash of strength, picking on his weaker audience members to bolster his ego. He has only one trick, and that is his show of strength. His audience soon sees through his act and looks for someone bigger and stronger to bully them. A few tire of the strongman act and move on to more free-form art. But all strong men get older and weaker until, one day, they are no more than one of the clowns!

Next we have the trapeze artists that fly high above the audience, looking down. We marvel at their daring swinging from one side to another, twisting and swerving. These western politicians aloof from all that matters fly in their own worlds, where one or two occasionally slip! But don’t gasp too loud, as they always have a safety net to catch them. Except for the one who thinks he’s invincible, he will fall the furthest and hardest! But they always see themselves as the stars of the show.

Next we have the dancers, with all the glamour and style of a bauble. We stare with lust and jealousy, at the media and celebrity show case. But while they distract us, we don’t notice the driving force of the circus, the behind the scenes workers, moving things and changing things before our very eyes!

Holding this all together is the ring master, shouting out his orders, dressed in all his splendour. But we really know that the ’United Nations’ are really just a men in a suit! They have no power by themselves, but daren’t join together.

Before you go back out in to the cold night of reality, you must marvel once more, at the circus financiers.  Without them there is no circus; they hold all the strings. The clowns have nothing to rise against, the trapeze artists have no safety net, the strong man has no strength and the dancers are just puppets. Without the financiers, the show can not go on the road. Without the financiers there is no circus, they bring the whole show tumbling down.

So marvel!, wonder! And gasp in awe, as you, the audience. are fooled and used with nothing more than smoke and mirrors. But always remember,

‘The Audience Always Has To Pay!’