At the Fair: Has anything changed?
Posted by: adonis49 on: August 29, 2012
At the Fair: Has anything changed?
Progress is visible in the Fair: In the stand of “Shooting of Nations“, the targets are jet fighters and “terrorists” wearing assorted headgear, variety of styles in long beards, and chest detonating jackets… Where the empty eggshells have gone?
Everything else is unchanged: Music for all, emanating from every corners, special stalls, mechanical cars, wooden horses…
Whatever it takes to cheat and delude the little people, that the living is paradise incarnate at the end of a hard slaving week…
Flags, glorious banners, soldiers on retirement, spiritually maimed, wrestlers without much muscles…
The fun is elevated to riding tiny electric cars that bump and derange whatever spared brain you still have, churning up sturdy stomach…No limit to crashing into the bewildered soft-hearted riding with a crazy driver…
As the band is readying to play, sing, or act…there is always a missing member…A posy is sent to locate him and fetch him back among the harmonious band. One member is returned and two have already parted company, drunk as they possibly could be…
Mothers are completely exhausted and valiantly waiting for the firework to get going back home, before the mass wake up and start moving haphazardly as a mob, stepping on kids, crushing feet…
Mother would give up on this joyful day, if they can finally tuck in the over excited kids and call it a day.
The fair is the “waiting” per excellence for the steady heads, the arrogant who refuses to let go and join the communal fun, to mingle and be harassed by the little cheaters at the end of the week…
The fair is the constant crying of babies and kids, short on nickels and dimes, crushed between chairs, ordered to tame their excitements, to learn to sober down their desires to mount wooden horses, carousels, anything that turns and swing and flip-flop…
The fair is the ideal training ground to forging characters, to learn that fun cost money, and there are not enough saved to go berserk…
The fair is a fantastic opportunity for parents to initiate the rules to the kids of how to start reflecting, setting priorities on what games to select, among the hundreds of them, all equally great, and how to maximize the fun for the little money to spend…
The fair is great for learning the golden rule: “You want fun, you pay for it…” and the best methods to finally get it is administering frequent slaps and boxes…until the Pavlov reaction is mastered
The lights, fixed and gyrating, won’t go down until the little cheating businessmen have counted their dimes, checking and rechecking the day’s receipt of the funny kids…and the little helpers dozing on rickety chairs, on the floor, on a swing…waiting for the boss to part of some of his profit…
Note 1: Kids don’t need money to discover the pleasure of living. All they need is to be out of home and be free to run and connect with other kids, free from any discrimination factors. It is the parents who ruin the cheerfulness and joy of living for the kids, with their idiosyncratic principles, boring habits, faulty ideas on how to keep good entente with neighbors and community…
Note 2: Post inspired by a section of the French book “Voyage to the end of the night” by Louis Ferdinand Bardamu (Celine as pen name, the first name of his mother)
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