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Tags: circuses, clowns, not liking the circus, scary clowns

8 comments

  • Anna Dundas July 11, 2023 at 8:00 pm - Reply

    I (and likely many others) share your dislike of circuses and distrust of clowns. Yes, Shriners are puzzling. There don’t seem to be any answers, so I just avoid them all.

  • Jen Brown July 11, 2023 at 8:00 pm - Reply

    Have never been to a shriners circus and don’t feel deprived usually small county fairs outside and no clown….just cotton candy

  • Bflyguy July 11, 2023 at 8:08 pm - Reply

    Yes, the stuff of nightmares. Circuses, Marineland, and yes, that venerable mornic staple of bottom dwelling entertainment called the Calgary Stampede, all outdated forms of animal abuse.

  • Margaret Bernice Page July 11, 2023 at 10:40 pm - Reply

    The part of the circus I loved was the tight rope walkers. They really did inspire me.

    I am not sure if there were shriners in Australia where I grew up…I do remember the elephants and monkeys and the native animals were spared as I don’t remember seeing a kangaroo or koala.

  • Susan Price July 11, 2023 at 11:10 pm - Reply

    I don’t get clowns either. There is something very twisted about them. And Shriners? Did you know Shriners have to be Masons? Scotish Rite, Knight Templar, Shriners . . . . all affiliated with the Masons and we’ve all read Dan Brown’s books. We know what they are up to. Don’t be distracted by those little cars.

  • Ruth McGregor July 12, 2023 at 3:10 pm - Reply

    “Literally, never funny”!!
    I know! The allure of clowns eludes me entirely! I suspect the only people who like clowns are actual clowns.

    • Speranza July 12, 2023 at 3:15 pm - Reply

      Yes! And that in itself is creepy also!

  • Catherine Morrisey July 12, 2023 at 11:54 pm - Reply

    I think they were trying to have fun but didn’t know how to laugh. You sensed this desperation.

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