The Age Of The Clowns

This year, I was in serious difficulties in the choice of my April Fool’s post. I want my April Fool’s to be outlandish, but not entirely absurd. Not an easy thing to do if our Pope is called Francis.

Francis had made of absurdity a daily event. He has instaured a Bizarro Papacy where the Pope does and say exactly the contrary of what a Pope should do. Your irony can easily be overtaken by reality.

Something of the sort happened, in fact, yesterday, though I am sure the Evil Clown did not mean it as an April Fool. The guy literally went to the boundary between Morocco and Spain and… decried the existence of barriers at the boundary! The man who lives surrounded by the Leonine Walls, themselves surrounded by the Aurelian Walls.

A post like that – describing the one-world antics of a Pope – would have been a very nice April Fool in normal times, but it was actual headlines in the Age of The Clowns: a time in which a Pope, a so-called Dalai Lama, and a so-called Archbishop of Canterbury compete with each other on who is most outrageous.

Pity the poor sods, because they know what they are doing.

M