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    SHOOTING THE CLOWNS!

    By Richard Day on Sat, 06/18/2016 - 1:19am |

    I gotta get into this.
    THIS?
    I had to shoot the clown
    (Seeley Booth on Bones)

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bones_(TV_series)#Main_cast

    Seeley Booth is attempting to speak to someone on his phone as he makes his way upon the sidewalk and this damned ice cream truck keeps making these sounds. hahahaha
    So Seeley looks back and shoots the clown.
    hahhahaaha
    This has got to be my favorite episode of any law and order comedy drama I have ever viewed.
    hahhahaha
    I MEAN, SEELEY SHOOTS THE DAMNED CLOWN;
    I mean the plastic clown on the ice cream truck.
    Now NSA, I am not advising peeps to shoot clowns.
    Please, look at my history.
    I am an idiot and besides you do not have time to really worry about nobodies like me. hahahahahha
    I have watched this episode at least twice and it hit me today. (I have most probably seen this episode more than two times, but I was not really watching.)
    I had met some peeps up here in the middle of nowhere over the last 10 to 13 years.
    And Brad ended up a friend of mine.
    I do not have enough space to get into all of this.
    But I ended up in a half-way house a few blocks from where I am now over ten years ago.(I stayed there less than 120 days)
    And Brad told me this story.
    He had ended up in the same half-way house  years before I had ever been there.
    He was drunk on his ass and he took his gun and shot out the Seven-Eleven sign across the street and then passed out right on the first floor. 
    hahahahah

    ​Brad was never charged of course. ahhhahahah
    Anyway, in this episode of Bones, Seeley Booth shoots the plastic clown on top of the ice cream truck.

     


    Seeley's actions are nuts. hahahahah
    And Seeley is put on desk duty and cannot have a gun until the shrink, appointed by the powers that be, signs this document that  says that Seeley is sane so that Seeley is allowed to go back on his duties amongst the public as a member of the FBI. hahahah
    Seeley ends up building this back yard grill for his shrink in order to ? I don't know. There is a bit of Tom Sawyer and his white washing of a fence  or like the Karate Kid.
    I do not know why?
    There are other things going on in this episode.
    It just got to me.
    Sometimes, we just have to shoot the clown.
    hahahhaah
    Metaphorically of course.
    And to all those at the NSA, I do not have a gun, I never have had a gun and I will never have a gun.
    So be asured.
    I shall never shoot the clown.
    And yet
    Send In The Clowns

     

     

     

    I have no idea what this post is supposed to be about.

    But things sometimes conflagrate, as it were. hahahaha 

    Anyway I love this episode of Bones and sometimes I have an id that wishes to shoot the clowns.

    But that would be wrong.

     

     

     

    Comments

    Sometimes, an analogy is so apt, it comes into the language immediately upon coinage.   "Jump the shark" is one example.  "Truthiness" is another.  I think you've just revealed a third one, "Shoot the clown."   Thanks for laying out the case for "Shoot the clown" being included in the panoply of preferred metaphors.


    by MrSmith1 on Sat, 06/18/2016 - 8:48am

    Oh Mr. Smith

    You can take something that makes no sense whatsoever. (I always liked whatsoever) 

    And you somehow make sense out of it. hahahhaha

    Maybe you are right after all.

    Shooting the clown might be taken as:

    Oh give it up, this is idiocy

    Or

    Oh give it up, these folks are nothing but clowns.

    Or

    Nobody shows up and you show up Mr. Smith. hahahahahah....

    .CLOWNS are different than peeps just being happy, I guess and not pretending to make

    other folks happy for money and ice cream sales. hahahah


    by Richard Day on Mon, 06/20/2016 - 3:04pm

    Oh I had to add this:

    Grampa died last week 

    And he's buried in the rocks

    and everyone still talks about

    How badly they were shocked

    Until he built a fire on Mainstreet

    and shot it full of holes:

     

    This is where this thought came for me.

    Sonofagun.

    And of course, the idea came from Dylan. hahaha

    I have not played this song for years.


    by Richard Day on Mon, 06/20/2016 - 3:40pm

    Come as you are, Dick. Me, I always liked clowns.

     

     


    by PeraclesPlease on Mon, 06/20/2016 - 9:34am

    Okay, you have a case Peracles.

    But one must remember....we have a clown running for President of the United States of America.

    hahahahah

    AND THIS FACT ALONE IS A REAL HORROR STORY.

    the end


    by Richard Day on Mon, 06/20/2016 - 2:51pm

    I guess this aint so funny no more

     

    http://www.thedailybeast.com/cheats/2016/06/20/man-arrested-for-wanting-to-kill-trump.html


    by Richard Day on Mon, 06/20/2016 - 7:47pm

    I wrote about a fantastical journey once.

    I had lost my friends.

    I had found a job driving a truck following high school; it was forty hours a week.

    I was in my basement 'apartment' underneath my mum's home.

    And Timmy knocked at my door.

    Dick, we have a journey that we must accomplish with you.

    It was in the summer. I had this job for the first time that paid over two bucks an hour.

    I had lost contact with my old friends.

    I was preparing for college so that I would not be shot in Vietnam.

    And I would never deny Timmy, my best friend access!

    You need to go for a ride, Timmy said.

    I was astounded. As it were?

    Well, that summer, following our graduation, I had had the opportunity to drive a small truck.

    And I was terrible at driving that truck.

    However, following a couple of months attempting to drive a stick, I became quite adept at it. Or adrept at it as I recall.

    So, I answered the door upstairs, since mama was lost in her regular drunken stooper. hahhaha

    And Timmy said: LETS GO.

    So, Timmy or the rest of the league wished to make fun of me, I said OKAY.

    Now Timmy was less mean, as I recall.

    And Gary, his older brother was not to be found. (It was Gary's GTO).

     

     

    So Timmy put me in the driver's seat.

    And, I had wlready discovered the magic of the stick, as it were.

    And so I took over the stick drive of a GTO and....whoooooooom

    ​Or whoooooosh. Each drive was wonderful.

    I had actually managed the stick drive. However, I had never experienced the stick drive of a GTO.

    First, then second, then third and fourth....

    And then the FM radio played LayLa.

    And I shifted into second and then into third and then into fourth on Portland Avenue.hahahha

    It was smooooooooth. ha

    We were speeding at that time in suburbia but there were no Negroes present of course we were never stopped.

    BUT DAMN, LAYLA?

    SO, I shall never forget LAYLA.

    And the rest of the band, so to speak, never made fun of my driving again. 

    hahahahah

    here we go again

     

    We have (at least some of us) so few times of wonder that we experience and yet I recall every second of this experience. hahahahah

    Why do I write this right now? At this particular time?

    I dunno

    ​But I recall this moment in my history like it was last night. hahahah

     

     


    by Richard Day on Mon, 07/18/2016 - 11:54pm