Clowns

They scare me!

 

Red Skelton type clowns--haveing a knack of being funny in a crowd and making folks laugh--I am one of those----

Ronald McDonald type--dressing up and stuff with women's makeup--lipstick and rouge--go on to the next fella!!

Your friend,
Blackbird

 

There is a group of clowns near me who spend a great deal of their time with terminal patients in hospice.

If you could see the faces of the patients, you would never have an unkind word for clowns. As the Barbra Streisand song goes, "Bring on the clowns......."

Cheers,

Jim

 

This ought to be good!

 

Amen.

I was once at a Baptist General Convention of Texas meeting here in Fort Worth a few years ago and I heard someone call my name. I turned around and was face to face with a garish clown face. (I was wearing a name tag, so the clown knew my name.)

Since clowns freak me out and he surprised me so much, I immediately fell into my professional bodyguard training (an old career that got me through seminary) and grabbed the clown by the collar, lifted him to the tips of his toes and readied my right forearm to pop him senseless across the face. (I'm 6'05" and was a fairly muscular 235 pounds then.)

I scared him so bad his balloon deflated.

I was kind of embarrassed about the whole incident and he didn't seem to want to stick around and press charges.

Clowns do not belong at Baptist conventions.

They also do not belong in my hospital room.

If you like clowns, good for you. But keep the clowns away from me!

 

So you guys are talking about the kind that actually dress up and put big red balls on their noses?

I ask because "clown" is the term my wife uses for me every now and then, and I have yet to put on big floppy shoes....

 

LOL@BaptistBeliever!

It's something about that painted smile on their face that scares me! If my kid ever wants a clown, or wants to see a clown, I'll send Adam with them and have a nice girls' day out!

~Teresa~

 

Same here Don except i wear a size 15 shoe and the big floppy shoes are a constant lol

[ December 27, 2002, 06:02 AM: Message edited by: Lurch99 ]

 

Baptist Believer---

"You clown, You!!"

Your friend,
Blackbird

 

Baptist Believer,

You would have been the talk of the convention if that clown would have "put the whup" on you--I've known Karate people---5'-6"--skinny as a rail--can put 6'5"--235lb boys like you on the floor--like we say--They'll be on top of your head and you'll be sayin', "Ya'll get off!!" How do you know what that clown knew!!??

"You clown, You!!

Your friend,
Blackbird

 

Clowns in the hospital. That's fine.

Clowns in church, sacreligious.

[ December 27, 2002, 09:43 AM: Message edited by: Aaron ]

 

Why?

 

I might add, the clowns I mentioned working in hospice, do not burst into a room. They quietly rap on the door and ask permission to enter.

They spend a lot of time in retraining, considering the needs of the people. It is something like the ones who take dogs and cats into hospital rooms to comfort the patients.

Cheers,

Jim

 

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Like what?

 

Huh?

 

A few thoughts on clowns from Randy Stonehill:

Baby Hates Clowns

Randy Stonehill

Oh my girl loves surprises
So I bought a pair of tickets
And we went to see the greatest show on earth
Where everybody comes to have a really good time
Underneath the big top
Oh she seemed so delighted with the lions and the tigers
And the men on the flying trapeze
Oh, but when the clowns come around
She clinches her fists
She looks as if she's catching a disease

Baby hates clowns and the tricks they do
Baby hates clowns in their great big shoes
Baby hates clowns with their polka dot clothes
Baby hates clowns with their big red nose
Now I get a little nervous every time that the circus comes to town
I don't know why baby hates clowns

Well, I gingerly suggested she was over-caffeinated
Or perhaps she had a simple case of nerves
She said as she glared at me with eyes like knives
You gotta a lot to learn, boy
So, I quick dropped the subject like a flaming hot potato
But it didn't bring her any relief
Oh and it's so hard to pretend everything is just swell
When she's muttering and grinding her teeth

Baby hates clowns with their stubby cigars
Baby hates clowns in their little toy cars
Baby hates clowns when they tumble and they flip
Baby hates clowns with their painted on lips
Now it's no exaggeration and there's not an explanation I have found
I don't know why baby hates clowns

She gets so traumatized
And I feel paralyzed
In the midst of her psycho drama
I don't know what to do
It's such a mystery
All this hostility
I tell her she should lighten up
But all she does is tighten up and come unglued
It's so unsettling
My girl loves surprises but I never realized
She was vexed with a complicated mind
And I'm not sure whether it's a colorful quirk or some flavor of dementia
How I wish I could say there was a moral to the story
Something cute about venting her angst
Oh, but let the truth be known, I'm in the twilight zone
Some guy dressed up like bozo gets the thanks

Baby hates clowns, it's truly bizarre
Baby hates clowns, just the way they are
Baby hates clowns, man it's making me nuts
Baby hates clowns, she hates their guts
Now I get a little nervous every time that the circus
I get a little nervous every time that the circus
Get a little nervous every time the circus comes to town
I don't know why baby hates clowns