Today, April Fool's is observed around the world and has been with us for the better part of a millennium (Falcon by Ford; to say nothing of Harrison). The origins stretch back to the time of Geoffrey Chaucer, and Canterbury Tales.
Based on headlines across the globe this week, we've been practicing for today, except no one was aware we were supposed to only be practicing. On every page in every paper and on every screen that flickers are stories that it's reasonable to assume are simply made up, except they aren't.
It feels like a nightmare at times, from which we should awaken and ask how we are here instead of why. We're even more lost because "if they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about the answers." And to some extent, that's become the modus operandi.
Years ago, I abandoned the phrase 'that's the most f*cking stupid thing I've ever heard' because I was saying/thinking it practically non-stop. Today, you can stand the world on its head, and by tomorrow, no one will remember because nothing you did today will seem out of place in a vulgar and venal vale of perdition.
A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now. Except now.
-bill kenny
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