Captain Chuckles, a professional clown and children’s entertainer, was found this week to be a happy person, and so far the community of postmodern ironic tragico-absurdist pundits has reacted with utter confusion.
The Newark, New Jersey-area clown was pronounced earlier this week to be a deeply satisfied person who was genuinely happy with his job, one traditionally associated in the “pomo” canon with an exterior that belies deep internal melancholy. Rock critics and English majors alike reacted with detached astonishment.
“I mean, he’s a clown, right?” asked Jason Weaver, a third year student at Boston College. “Clowns are supposed to be happy on the outside, crying on the inside. No, this doesn’t add up at all.”
Toure, a writer and music critic for Rolling Stone, offered similar sentiments. “I suppose this can be seen as a further evolution of irony in an oppressive post-Iraq world. In fact, it conveys the same sense of post-ironic immediacy as From Justin to Kelly,” which he added was a “misunderstood commentary on pop-culture ephemera.”
