O, the clown and the rodeo clown

Race relations in America are in a shambles.  Think about it.  Her Royal O-ness had to hop her Gulf Stream and travel all the way to Switzerland to interact with an Italian store clerk in a top flight apparel store to prove the average black in America is discriminated against on a daily basis.  Sorry O, that ain’t exactly being told to give up your seat on a bus in Montgomery, AL.  Besides the O’s story has pretty much fallen apart since the clerk has called the O a liar.  Well, yeah, after all she is a Demo-Dope.  What do you expect?

Then there’s the case of the rodeo clown dawning a Little Barry mask to poke a little fun at the American Emperor.  Oh no!  That can’t be done.  There will be no mocking of his Royal AZZHOLINESS.

The clown – the one at the rodeo, not the one in the White House, is in deep kimchi for this stunt.  I expect him to be blamed for the riots in Cairo at any minute.  The FBI and secret service will swoop down in the middle of the night and throw him jail for a year or so, or until he gets his mind right.

As would be expected from gutless wimps, the Republi-Rats are falling all over themselves apologizing for the clown.  Huh?  He’s a clown!  He’s supposed to stupid stuff.  The purpose of a rodeo clown is to distract rampaging bulls.  It doesn’t get much dumber than that.

But one thing we know for sure is that the jug eared king of the Dopes - Little Barry - is not one to be mocked.   He’s a very serious person.  Not at all mockable.

Dope dance or trying out for drum major at THE Ohio State University?  The only thing missing here for this clown is the red rubber nose.

 

Not mockable?  Yeah right.

 

But the NAACP is up in arms.  When aren’t they up in arms?  Oh yeah when three black thugs are beating a white kid on a school bus.  But yeah, like the religion of perpetual outrage, the NAACP is outraged.  Ho hum.  They are demanding the DoJ and Secret Service investigate the rodeo clown.  YGBSM.  No.  I’m not.

 

How’d you like to be giving the presser after that raid.  Secret Service spokesman:

 

We uncovered some very disturbing things in Johnny the Clown’s mobile home.  First, we found it suspicious that all of Johnny’s shoes were size 27 when we know for a fact Johnny the Clown’s feet are size 10 ½.   We suspect these shoes might be used some kind of drug smuggling.  Next, we discovered a very small two passenger car customized to fit a dozen or so grown men.  We think Johnny is involved in some sort of human smuggling ring.  Next, there were any number of colorful lapel flowers.  Not odd in and of them selves, but on closer examination every one of them was rigged to expel liquid.  We think Johnny might have been planning to get close enough to the Emperor to spray him with acid.  Then there was the pants suspender collection.  There must have been a hundred pair, one pair louder than the next.  Our experts are determining if these might be used to launch a poison dart at the Emperor.  Most disturbing we found a number of hand buzzers that could be rigged to deliver an electric shock to the Emperor if Johnny got close enough to shake hands.

 

Last, we don't think that Johnny is working alone.  None of the clothing found in Johnny’s closet fit him.  It was all either way too big or way too small for a man of Johnny’s stature.  We think that there are at least three other men in Johnny’s cell, and perhaps a small boy.  We found a very small derby style hat with a daisy in the hat band that could only fit a child.

 

Our Secret Service profiler says whoever is involved in this nefarious ring is color blind and/or has absolutely no sense of fashion.  Nothing, no matter the combination, found in the home matched.

 

On a scary note for the investigators, the home was rigged with all manner of booby traps.  Every time someone sat down somewhere it sounded as if they were passing gas, but there was never a foul odor.  So we’d have to quickly evacuate and test for poison gas.  We had to do the last half of the search in Hazmat gear.  No traces for poison were ever found.

 

HEY!  WAKE THE F UP!  HE’s A RODEO CLOWN!