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Say, has anyone noticed that the Supreme Court is clogged with corrupt high magistrates who were appointed by popular-vote losing presidents or granted stolen court seats through Senatorial conspiracy and skullduggery? A lot of commentators from all sides of the media are remarking that the crazy pro-autocracy, pro-tyrant, pro-monopoly rulings from this compromised court require a political solution (unless we want to be ruled forever by unelected high priests in black robes who answer only to billionaires). But what would such a solution look like?
Americans other than Ted Cruz all believe in self-government, but today’s compromised Republic is pulling the constitution in weird terrible (totalitarian) directions and making a mockery of the original ideas of government by the people for the people. The Senate is hopeless: reprobates from bunch of mostly empty states filled with dust, nightmares, rusting mines, and white supremacists have power to derail any needed legislation or reform. The House is where the people’s business should really be decided, however it has been compromised by decades of anti-democratic, anti-majoritarian trench warfare (which is to say gerrymandering and voter interference have produced a strange anti-democratic & unrepresentative lower house, too). The electoral college means the president can lose the popular election by millions (…or tens of millions?) of votes. Yikes!
A reformed Supreme Court could help us transcend this democratic back-sliding!
Institutionalists and centrists favor term limits, however not only would this not solve any of our immediate problems, it would also probably not address any long-term problems. Thus we come to the solution most favored by progressives and reformers: Court packing! The Constitution never specifies how many Supreme Court Justices there should be. We could change the number and Joe Biden could ram through a super majority while we still have the Senate (you’re leaving the Senate soon anyway Joe Manchin, make sure Justice has to deal with some real justice).
The problem with court-packing is that it would lead to retaliation. If the Democrats packed the court with highly intelligent progressive justices of great probity, then, the next chance they got, the Republicans would fill it up with crooks and Clarence Thomases (although, frankly, we already have such a court, and could hardly do any worse). With such a back-and-forth dynamic, the court could soon become a huge body of political hacks and apparatchiks who ignore the letter of the law for whatever is favored by their backers and payers (although, again, it seems like we already have that). What could stop such a court-packing race?
My proposed solution solves this problem and likewise solves the wider problem of democratic back-sliding. It also gives Americans new dignity, new authority, and even a little bit of money! It is a guaranteed hit with every single American (except for nine). Every American citizen over the age of 18 should automatically become a Supreme Court Associate justice. We, the people, as justices of the Supreme Court, can “try cases” (which has already become the Washington jargon for “administer the nation”) through an Athens style direct vote by whomever wants to show up.
Obviously there will have to be some adjustments. The current salary for a Supreme Court Associate Justice is a not-inconsiderable $300k per year. With around 250 million justices, we would have to reduce remuneration to a more reasonable honorarium of say $13.00 per justice per year available as a $13.00 tax credit (assuming you remember to check the “I am a Supreme Court Justice” box buried somewhere in TurboTax). The court would no longer have offices and security details and clerks (and infinite lavish benefits) but would instead be issued a stylish laminated “official Supreme Court Justice” card (which I also imagine would be honored by Blimpie or Subways for a 10% “Supreme Lunch” discount on their budget mayonnaise sandwiches). We could probably also put some stylish gilding and holograms on this card to make court service more appealing to lazy or recalcitrant justices (of whom there will always be a hundred million or so). Likewise the Supreme Court building would need to be relocated/replaced. Presumably we could put some blind naked lady statues on Commanders Field and use that until a suitable new Supreme Court stadium/office is built by the Federal Government.
One wouldn’t expect every American citizen to have a sophisticated lawyerish understanding of precedents, precise legal language, witness testimony, and that kind of stuff. Fortunately, this wouldn’t matter since these days Clarence Thomas and some of those other right-wing nutjobs don’t bother with such niceties anyway. They just take money to do what their patrons say. So, as an incentive bonus, all of the new justices would serve with this same set of ethics rules! If Harlan Crow gives you 20 million dollars to vote on the constitutional underpinnings of building “Crow House Casino” atop Arlington Cemetery or whatever, feel free to just take the money and do whatever you want (just like Clarence Thomas!). Admittedly Harlan Crow might find it harder to individually suck up to and bribe 250 million of his fellow justices, but that is his problem (and a huge point in favor of this new Court as opposed to the extremely corruptible nine person version we are now suffering through).
By this point maybe you have stopped laughing and are saying: “Golly! I could use 13 dollars and I already have a black robe left over from my Darth Maul costume last Halloween! Also, I would like to personally run the nation and I could not possibly do a worse job than the current idiots and reprobates (not you, Ketanji Brown Jackson, although maybe you can have my 13 dollars to help us with the language of this new universal reproductive freedom decision). This actual democracy stuff sounds like a GREAT idea!”
Well, maybe your angry feelings not such a joke either! (in fact none of this is a joke, I am coldly furious about the corrupt Court and the broken republic and I am now willing to consider just about anything to expedite some desperately needed Constitutional reforms). If you also feel this way, then send this very article to your friends. Just copy this link and paste it in everything. Just do it! Or, if you don’t want to help make me self-promote myself into some sort of cut-rate Dean Swift, then write a white-hot letter to your national elected representatives.
Incredibly, the completely crazy and dangerous idea that we could all be Supreme Court Justices is less crazy and dangerous than what we currently have! Couldn’t we fix some of these problems before all of our eagles and marble buildings and high ideals implode under a wave of anti-democratic corruption? You actually have the power to agitate and fix this, whether you are a Supreme Court Justice or not. Start writing and complaining (and explaining). Also, whatever happens, you will always be Supreme in my book (even if Harlan Crow and Donald Trump say otherwise).
Liberty and Justice for All!
新年快乐! Happy Lunar New Year!
The Chinese new year which begins on February 10, 2024 (or really “Year 4722” in the Chinese calendar) is the Year of the Wood Dragon! Although this blog has not been around for the full 4722 years, we have been around for longer than a full 12 year zodiac cycle, so you can peer back through the mists of time to the long-vanished 2012 (Year of the Water Dragon) to see what personality traits are characteristic of people born in dragon years (although in that bygone post, I forgot to mention that dragons’ lucky color is glorious golden yellow).
In the Chinese zodiac bestiary, dragons stand out as the only mythical creature out of the twelve which do not exist in nature (although it has been suggested that dragons could potentially be based on crocodiles, giant catfish, or dragonlike fossil creatures which are now extinct–all of which seem like intriguing possibilities).
Yet even if dragons don’t exist in nature, there are certainly plenty of dragons in Chinese art and culture…and there are “dragons” climbing the Chinese hills. The world-famous South Chinese stoneware (which is literally synonymous with China in English) was manufactured in “龙窑”, “lóng yáo“, which translates as “dragon kilns”. In order to reach and maintain the high temperatures (1100° to 1400 °C) necessary for the production of fine stoneware, ancient potters created multi chambered kilns which climbed backwards up the steep hills. The highest chambers maintained the highest and most stable temperatures and are where the most exquisite pieces of Chinese porcelain were (and are) fired. The top chambers were also where the smokestacks were located, so, when the kilns were operating, they looked like enormous segmented creatures climbing the picturesque wooded hills and belching smoke! lóng yáo indeed!
These kilns worked very well indeed…and they were enormous: vast numbers of porcelain vessels could be efficiently fired together at one time with a single load of fuel. Here in the year of the wood dragon it is worth remembering that all of China’s ancient porcelain was indeed belched out by a wood fed dragon! Yet what we at ferrebeekeeper are most concerned with are the fruits of these labors–the exquisite stoneware porcelain and fine ceramics of dynastic China. In this realm too, the dragon reigned supreme, as a timeless emblem of the Chinese state (except during the Yuan/Mongol dynasty, when dragons lacked the same governmental cache in the eyes of horse-oriented steppe-based overlords). It seems like 2024…err I mean “4722” is going to be a true year of struggle, strife, and change. As we fight our way through the mayhem, let’s pause to recall what is sidereal, ideal, and eternal by posting some dynastic dragon porcelain from ancient China.
To celebrate Lunar New Year, here is a first example, a glorious enamelware dragon vase from the Ming Dynasty (during the Ming era, yellow was reserved for ceramics of the imperial household). This piece is from the fascinating (and troubled) JiaJing period (1522 to 1566), so it was being fired in a dragon kiln just before Shakespeare was born. With any luck, there will be plenty more lovely dragon vessels to see here as we move onward through the year of the dragon, but for now best wishes for prosperity, happiness, and love in the new year!
A fortnight ago, Ferrebeekeeper put up a review of “Requiem for a Good Machine” a science-fiction novel by friend and collaborator, Daniel Claymore. The book describes a future police officer’s attempts to solve a chain of murders (and related crimes) in Mirabilis, an ideal city built by robots to serve as a habitat for the faltering biological humans of the post-singularity age.
As of today, Claymore’s work is now on sale and you can get an e-copy (or better yet, a real copy!) of his book by going to any purveyor of fine literature. Different parts of stories stick with different people, and ever since reading Claymore’s novel, I have been thinking about the gleaming city at the heart of his work. Paradoxically, thinking about this future city is causing us to go backwards in time for the subject of this post.
Back in 2015, I built/drew the Apollo and Marsyas miniature theater, a theater for 1:18 figures (mainly the Kenner Star Wars figures…but it turns out there are lots of other little actors at this scale jockeying for position on stage too). Anyway, the fun of that project was drawing some strange background scenes (like a medieval castle, a pleasure garden, Timbuktu, a spooky cemetery, Hell, etc.). One of the backdrops I drew was a glowing city of the future filled with robots, meta-humans, droids, and transgenic chimera animals. Here it is:
My recollection of this work is that I enjoyed drawing all of the future beings (look at that quantum computer clock guy (or thing?) at the left side beneath the pink organ wall…or the purple owl woman standing above the metal dog-robot at right!) but then I got lost coloring in the asphalt and threw the whole thing aside in disgust. Looking at it afresh, however, it is better than I remember. You are getting an impossible peek into the world of the far future thanks to the one power capable of opening such a window–the imagination!
Yet, although the imagination is capable of peering through deep time, it is also fallible (just look at all of that confusing, hard-to-color future asphalt!). I was hoping to portray a city made of cities–where super-arcologies stand next to each other, rank upon rank, stretching to the horizon. I wanted an effect which was akin to the troubling urban art of George Grosz–with all of the maddened machine-people and transgenic organisms spilling out of the architecture like confetti and tainted candy pouring out of a psychedelic piñata.
The fun of painting like Grosz is creating a river of chaotic heterogeneous lunatics! But the peril of creating such an artwork is getting lost in a world of visual clutter (which is a less-flattering way of describing a river of chaotic heterogeneous lunatics). With this work I certainly experienced the fun…but I also fell prey to the peril. Even so, this glowing drawing captures some of the effect of looking into a bewilderingly complicated social ecosystem.
The dancing, crawling, and flying robots running from dome to dome in a world of strange machines may not be exactly what the future holds…but they inspire us to think about where we are going (and we need to think about that a lot harder). Maybe I need to get my fluorescent ink back out and paint some more fantastical cities glowing in the purple twilight of ages we will never get to see.
Back when I was a toymaker, I used to attend the annual “Toy Fair” trade show in New York’s Javits Center. As you might imagine, the fair was filled not only with fine toys from around the world, but also with weird characters, strange products, peculiar has-been celebrities (Jaimie Farr at booth 1312?), and MASCOTS. A lot of these capering stuffed shills were selling recognizable dolls, plush animals, or action figures, but my favorite was an anonymous and poorly executed bear mascot with a neutral expression, dead eyes, and a bright blue shirt that said “Hong Kong Fun!” For some reason, I could not find a picture of this defunct character (bear-acter?) and so I have approximated the experience with this stock photo (even if it is a bit less anonymous than the original).
Apparently Chinese factory owners were incensed that American manufacturers were (and still are) designing and selling most of the toys made in China. They hoped to eliminate the middle man by manufacturing their own toys and selling straight to American retailers. Hong Kong Fun Bear was a branding tool in this mission. But Hong Kong Fun Bear not only looked janky, he also had a Chinese minder to keep an eye on him. If you tried to talk to Hong Kong Fun Bear, this apparatchik would sternly explain that Hong Kong Fun Bear was prohibited from speaking. Fun! Near the end of the fair, I noticed that Hong Kong Fun Bear had escaped his PRC escort and was outside having a cigarette with his head removed (inside the bear suit was a scrofulous and wan Chinese acrobat with an incredibly sad face).
Anyway, I tell this story to contextualize the current news from China, where Bing Dwen Dwen the famous and beloved Panda mascot of the 2022 Olympics is mired in controversy (maybe he really does exemplify the 2022 Olympics). According to the South China Morning Post, the beloved mascot appeared on a news program to question a skier and spoke with a deep manly “uncle voice” and a pronounced northeastern Chinese accent. The article (which you should read because it is amazing) describes the unhappy reaction which this breach provoked: “‘People don’t want to know that when they hug Bing Dwen Dwen, they’re holding a strange man,’ [one] outraged person commented.”
Apparently Bing Dwen Dwen is subject to binding contractual agreements between the PRC and the IOC which prohibit him (her? it?) from talking and specify that the character is gender neutral. It sounds like Hong Kong Fun Bear was smarter than the average bear to keep his mouth shut (although, thinking back, I am not sure Hong Kong Fun Bear even had a mouth). All of this is good fun of course and South China Morning Post has already published an article about the delight which Bing Dwen Dwen brings to workers (which also details the Cabbage Patch Kids style shortages of the panda figurines and merchandise). A party spokesperson pointedly noted that there are plenty of figurines of Shuey Rhon Rhon, the unloved lantern mascot of the paralympics.
All of this suggests to me that Los Angeles had better start getting its mascot game together before the 2028 Olympics. Pandas drive people into buying frenzies, but if California rolls out a lame star or some kind of grizzled grizzly, South China Morning Post is going to be talking all sorts of trash about us. Just ask Hong Kong Fun Bear.
Happy Saint Valentine’s Day! To my shame I realize that last week I got all caught up in the breathtaking (ly amoral) spectacle of international sport and I failed to put up any new content during these winter doldrums. Therefore, here is my latest ink drawing which features a magnificent European wisent carefully weighing the moral arguments behind various species of monotheism (represented, respectively, by a cardinal from the developing world, a dodgy Mithraic priest in a tree, and a little person blowing a shofar). Although these characters could conceivably offer the noble zubr spiritual solace of one sort or another, my personal opinion is that the wood bison is likely to be most drawn towards some sort of personal animism as championed by the sentient tree, the condor, or the omnipresent flatfish. Kindly note the nightjar hiding by the oil lantern in the left foreground!
The 2022 Winter Olympics have started and Ferrebeekeeper watched the opening ceremony so that you don’t have to! The Beijing-style pageantry and pomp was omnipresent…yet markedly different than in 2008 (when covid, climate-change, and autocracy had not yet taken their toll on Earth’s beleaguered folk). My most dazzling part of the whole affair was the giant flower (above) made of huge green LED rods and a troupe of brilliant, careful dancers working seamlessly together. That was incredible! Do a sea anemone next! I also enjoyed how NBC sporadically cut-away to show Vladimir Putin sitting alone in his VIP dictator box. When the Russian athletes came out he blew kisses. When the Ukraine athletes came out he pretended to be asleep while a dream-bubble featuring him devouring the Ukraine appeared above his head. Then when the camera was not on him, he sneaked off to purloin the gold judo medals (the joke’s on you, strongman, there IS no judo in the winter Olympics). What a show!
After the giant flower made up of people, the show-makers got even more serious about hammering home their political message of Chinese unity. Like Europe, China is made up of many ethnic groups (Hui, Miao, Bai, Manchu, Kam, Yao, Uyghur, Tibetan, Gelao, etc, etc, etc…). All of these people are annealed together under Han leadership. The opening ceremony illustrated this, by presenting actors dressed up like the various ethnicities working together to conquer covid, set up the games, and carry the national flag to the seamless, goose-stepping Chinese military which marched it into place.
The most popular part of the opening is the parade of nations, when each nation’s athletes enter the stadium wearing appropriate costumes. The fashion winner was…Kazakhstan (sigh), which took a break from pogroms and crackdowns to put together these stunning outfits which look like they came out of a beautiful Central Asian version of “Return of the Jedi”.
Americas’ outfits at least looked warm, practical, and tough for a change.
Each nation’s delegation was preceded by a gorgeous Chinese model bearing a snowflake with the country’s name. Snowflakes were the theme of the opening ceremony. After the parade of nations, these nation-snowflakes had further roles to play in the ceremony.
In the west, snowflakes represent individuality (since no two are the same). In America, the pro-totalitarian opponents of liberty have taken to calling their liberal-minded political opponents “snowflakes” to mock the idea that anything different can be special or worthwhile (and also, presumably, to show that those who support democracy are fragile and weak). The whole thing is a stupid and contrived metaphor, which China disturbingly recontextualized by featuring hundreds of identical mass-produced snowflakes (the national “nametags” from the parade of athletes) being held by heterogeneous children from around the world. Through some kind of Chinese artistry, these identical snowflakes were then annealed together into a giant super snowflake–which also looked exactly the same. All of this was against the larger backdrop of identical machine-made snow (without which the winter Olympics could not happen in drought-stricken Beijing).
NBC tried to sprinkle some Hollywood tinsel onto this very Chinese show in the form of a pre-taped segment with professional wrestler and not-exactly-master thespian Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson bloviating about how great America’s Olympic athletes are. Although I fully believe that the Rock knows how challenging it is to keep to a steroid regimen, he does not have anything else to do with the Olympics and his form-fitting shirt-sleeved shirt and obvious LA backdrop made him seem even more jarringly out of place.
The real high point of the show was the appearance of China’s uncrowned emperor, Xi Jinping, in a mask and simple unadorned winter coat. He spoke a word and the sky was filled with dazzling fireworks and the games officially began! As you may be able to tell, I have some reservations about all of this (during the worldwide Democratic crisis, the IOC’s very biddable affections seem to all lie with totalitarians), but that hardly means I’m not going to enjoy the Olympics… Let me know what you think, and we will blog more about what is happening on the ice and on the piste of the world’s most populous capital city!
OK! Over the last dozen years, we have suffered through lots of rats, oxen, and yang-animals, but we have finally busted through to a GRRRRreat year! Happy Lunar New Year 4719–the year of the Water Tiger! Tigers are pretty obviously the best option in the Chinese Zodiac (unless you somehow have a fixation on dragons, which, you know, don’t actually exist…unlike certain stripey & charismatic giant land predators I could name). Of course the question of how much longer the mighty cats will continue to exist in the poacher-filled forests of our used-up planet is a dark question which we will leave for a subsequent post (but which will quietly haunt us as we drive around our land of concrete and garbage). For right now, though, let’s bask in the warm & gentle (and false) glow of friendly horoscope predictions! According to some random website site I found a great oracle of profound wisdom, this tiger year is destined to be a very prosperous year! Also, as in other tiger years, you are extremely likely to personally accomplish noteworthy feats of strength, valor, and exorcism! Usually I would make a joke about casting out evil spirits and malicious sorcery, but not in 2022 er…4719. Even as I write this, I am burning joss sticks, singing Taoist spells, and wearing lucky colors. Let’s cast some of this evil out of the land, for real!
Speaking of lucky colors, the perspicacious sages of ancient China also compiled a handy list of fortunate and auspicious colors for you to wear during this water tiger year. Here is what you should wear (depending on your own horoscope animal of course).
- Rat: red and blue
- Ox: red and yellow
- Tiger: orange, black, and blue
- Rabbit: green, purple and orange
- Dragon: yellow and white
- Snake: tangerine, cyan, and silver
- Horse: green, blue and red
- Goat: bright yellow
- Monkey: white and baby blue
- Rooster: yellow
- Dog: yellow, black and grey
- Pig: yellow, green and black
I guess I had better come up with some orange, black, and blue ensembles: this is supposed to be a lucky year for romance (although, frankly, that combination sounds less like a tiger swimming through a river and more like somebody beat up a crossing guard). This other website says tigers should just wear red, which sounds like better advice (chromatically if not sartorially). The other thing this second website says is that we should buy kumquat trees to decorate our houses. Hmm, it sounds like “big kumquat” might have bribed whoever wrote this.
You can (and should) look up more of these fun and funny New Years suggestions, but right now I am going to go eat some dumplings and citrus fruits. I will write some real posts about tigers later this week. Happy New Year! (In the spirit of Yuan Duan This article was a bit tongue-in-cheek but I was serious about exorcising evil)
虎年大吉! We are going to have a great tiger year and reclaim our lives!
Last night my roommate was watching the end of an NFL (American football) playoff game and I sat down to watch the conclusion with him. It was a thrilling shootout finale which featured all sorts of touchdowns, fieldgoals, and overtime…all within a few minutes of gameplay! It was extremely exciting–except for the team themselves which represented America’s 36th and 76th largest cities. How does the NFL ever even find these places? We will say nothing of the losing team (although I preferred them morally, aesthetically, and geographically) and instead concentrate on the victor–the Kansas City Chiefs who are apparently indeed from Kansas City, a rather large and prosperous city in Missouri.
After wracking my brain I realized that I have, in fact, heard of Kansas City–as the location of “Road House” a strange 80s film about a superbouncer (?) cleaning up a large violent bar just outside the city. Aside from bar-fighting, the most distinctive thing about “Road House” was the fact that everything in the film was run by a king-like crime boss with quasi-legitimate connections to business and politics. I looked it up and truly, Kansas City was made by a weird political boss who was fixated with royalty and living like a king. References to kings, monarchs, sovereigns, rulership, royalty and chiefs are everywhere. Kansas City is even a sister city with Xi’an, a famous and important city which people have actually heard of, which was the capital of China during the Qin, Tang and Sui dynasties (among others).
Anyway…all of this is a roundabout way of saying that Kansas City famously makes use of kingly crowns as a sort of symbol/trademark (city historians aver that this is because of “The American Royal” an important livestock show held in Kansas City since 1899–although how did that get its name?). Indeed, not only is the city known for the Kansas City Royals (a major-league baseball team) but for whimsical crown themed lighting in winter time. Here we have finally reached the point of this post (sorry if I buried the lede somewhat): check out these amazing lighted crowns from Kansas City!
I have a feeling we will be seeing more of these Kansas City Chiefs. In fact my football editor is calling to tell me that the Chiefs won the Superbowl outright two years ago (yet, although I watched that game with my friends, I have very limited memories of any Kansas or Missouri people involved). I will also work to find out about this giant livestock show and the famous gangster who built Kansas City. Right now let’s just relax and enjoy these scintillating crowns made of light.
Here are two more works from the series of pen-and-ink drawings in black and white ink on colored French paper which i have been working on. I apologize that the sienna one (above) is arguably Halloween themed (although, come to think of it, it seems unfair that carved pumpkins are so profoundly seasonal). To me, the drawing also suits the time of winter darkness which we have entered. In terms of subject matter, the drawing portrays a puritan in a cemetery gasping at the appearance of a black rabbit. Various little elves fall prey to insects and spiders as a ghoul and a ghost look on. In the background a nightjar flies past; while the extreme foreground features some fallen store-bought candies. The entire scene takes place under a great glistening flounder moon which illuminates the Jacobean manor on the hill and casts a fishy light upon the entire troubling scene.
This second work shows what may or may not be an Easter scene featuring sacred eggs and yet another rabbit (is that guy really a rabbit?). The snapping turtle looks like it is about to snap up that little elf (which is maybe fair since another kobald is making off with her eggs). The entire scene takes place inside a cave where worshipers pray and present offerings to a Dagon-type idol. A bright flatfish shines an otherworldly light on the proceedings and put one in mind of the famous platonic allegory. Likewise the tapir (a famous dream-beast) indicates that this image has something to do with the vantage point from which one approaches reality. The nun (center) reminds us that faith will otherwise help smooth over any deficiencies in perception for those trapped in a cave.
The drawings are meant as companion pieces and it is interesting to see how the same elements reoccur in differing forms. There are two elves (one about to be eaten) in each piece. There is a rabbit in each work. Both works focus on a central religious-type woman in plain garb, and both works are illuminated by fishlight and by the stars. More than that, they are compositionally similar, with a big white scary thing to the immediate right and a field of stone obstacles (gravestones and stalagmites). Yet at a bigger level they are opposite. One work is about reality within the unreal and the other is about the unreal within reality. One work is about life in death and the other is about death in life.
Perhaps I should make some summer and winter companion pieces to make a complete set (assuming that all of these drawings aren’t one weird set of some sort).
Labor Day is over. Another summer is dying away. I wanted to celebrate the summer (it is my favorite season!) without giving into the elegiac feelings of fall, so I drew this sunset drawing of merriment in Central Park. As always my muse is the incomparable Lillian Newberg, doyenne of the resurrected New York roller disco scene (would that I could participate–but I can no more dance…or walk…or stand still…on roller skates than I can fly like Superman). Around her are strange & mysterious circus folk with hotdogs and ice cream, while a rather splendid toucan preens at the treeline. The sloth is not a roller skater either, but at least he can drag himself to the party on a skateboard. A langur turns the magical disco jack-in-the-box, while various angelic folk fly around the heavens as per their wont. The scene is delightful except for the tragic sentient lemon and the rubber chicken (which has been accidentally discharged from a novelty cannon). The snake represents moral choice whereas the flounder suggests that our appetites will always be lurking in the immediate foreground of anything we do. I don’t know what is up with that fancy garter belt. Somebody probably dropped it there by accident and it has nothing to do with the larger parable…
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