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Charlie Nickles · (02-17-2021)

You like it when the people laugh at you. I can respect you for that.

That’s an honorable role to play in this wicked world, Calypso. The role of the Jester. To bring people a bit of cheer and joy as they drag their animated corpses through the monotony of life….it is a good thing that you do.

And I can’t wait to help you make the people laugh.

Laughter is the best medicine, after all. And with all this sickness and disease infecting our society, we must give the people the medicine they so desperately need. While you can never be a hero like me, Calypso, I want you to rest in peace knowing that the role you played was still a valuable one. Society can’t go on without the circus clowns, the mimes, the minstrels, and the village fools. Each plays a vital role in the community. The funny man puts a smile on the face of the child. And what’s more beautiful than a child’s smile?

Nothing.

That’s why we’re going to bring smiles to the faces of all the children in Italy. Their tummies will jiggle and their eyes will light up when they see us in that ring, Calypso. We live in a harsh, uncaring world. The children deserve better. The little mafioso children watching us from inside the sporting dome deserve to be happy. The children back in the states staying up past their bedtime to watch Warfare while their overworked parents cry themselves to sleep deserve to be happy.

We will put a smile on the face of the children. They will laugh at you, Calypso, just like you want them to.

When the children see the blood running down your bruised and battered face, they will laugh at you. When the children see you laying on your back, defeated and broken, they will laugh at you. When the children see the EMTs running down to the ring to haul you away in an ambulance, they will laugh at you.

And all the children will finally know what it means to have a moment of joy.

Those children will go to their early graves remembering the time their hero met the clown in open warfare. That will be a fond memory for them. They will have a smile stretched across their precious lips as they lay inside their tiny coffins.

The children deserve everything from us. Without the next generation, we are nothing. We must always think of the children. How can we help them? How can we bring them joy? How can we alleviate the crushing burden of existence that has so unfairly been placed upon their innocent shoulders?

We can not fail the children on Wednesday night. They deserve to smile just once more before the end of the world. Your sacrifice will not be forgotten, Calypso. The blood you leak all over the mat will not be in vain. Your memory will live on each and every time those children dream about the Demos.

I will visit your tombstone often, brother, to pay my respects. And as I stand over your shallow grave, my dear friend, I will laugh at you once more.

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