Tautology for Zen Clown

If we were to create an antonym for Zen Clown perhaps? The shock may revive and succour? Or possibly cause the end of the world?

Could we clone him and call him Zen Clone?
People would just think he was so drunk he couldn't spell his own name.

Wouldn't the antonym for Zen Clown be Egotistical Bully? Sorry, Matt, too many of those around already. But I admit the comic possibilities are tremendous...

Timothy Leary's dead.

Yes. And look where it's gotten us.

The Pretensions of Poverty
Thou dost presume too much, poor needy wretch,
To claim a station in the firmament
Because thy humble cottage, or thy tub,
Nurses some lazy or pedantic virtue
In the cheap sunshine or by shady springs,
With roots and pot-herbs; where thy right hand,
Tearing those humane passions from the mind,
Upon whose stocks fair blooming virtues flourish,
Degradeth nature, and benumbeth sense,
And, Gorgon-like, turns active men to stone.
We not require the dull society
Of your necessitated temperance,
Or that unnatural stupidity
That knows nor joy nor sorrow; nor your forc'd
Falsely exalted passive fortitude
Above the active. This low abject brood,
That fix their seats in mediocrity,
Become your servile minds; but we advance
Such virtues only as admit excess,
Brave, bounteous acts, regal magnificence,
All-seeing prudence, magnanimity
That knows no bound, and that heroic virtue
For which antiquity hath left no name,
But patterns only, such as Hercules,
Achilles, Theseus. Back to thy loath'd cell;
And when thou seest the new enlightened sphere,
Study to know but what those worthies were.
T. CAREW

The previous post was penned by a bloke who was known as a "Cavalier Poet"

I have resurected him on this forum in case anyone gives a rat's ass about shit like that.

Where are you Rex?

Marty...zen1@iland.net

Wait. If we need an antonym for Zen Clown the answer is obvious: Tim Leary. He's dead. QED.

Well...

Today is "Thanksgiving Day" here in the the USA (United States of Assholes.)

All over this country, people are sitting around, eating turkey meat that is pumped full of chemicals and pretending that they are fond of people that they actually hate.

I can imagine a scenario where native Americans are sitting around a small fire, criticizing their ancestors for not killing those white-skinned motherfuckers as soon as they arrived.

btw: Do you kids know the difference between a white man and an Indian? An Indian builds a small fire and sits up real close whereas a white man builds a big fire and stands 'way back.

I write "Indian" and "white man" the way I do because I do not deem white men to be worthy of capitalization.

Reporter: "Mister Gandhi? What do you think of western civilisation?"

Mister Gandhi: "I think it would be a good idea!"

try a free range turkey.

Timothy Leary did not object to being pumped full of chemicals. He was a real American.

There IS some strange chemical in turkey that reacts badly with roast potatoes a host of other trimmings and gravy that puts me into a deep sleep, especially when mixed with 2 or 3 bottles of a half decent claret