Tickets, please

I have often observed that the carnival barker candidate just pitches the crowd, shoe-horns ’em inside — they of the perpetually-craned necks, glowing beatifically at the bread-and-a-circus within, like a goose in a new world.

The Powers (That Be) are middle-management overseers, answering to the greasy handful of families -The Invisibles — running the show.

Comic relief clowns and roadies do NOT own the tent.

They never did. #theinvisiblesdo -J