The Day Lady Liberty Ran Off to Join the Circus

On the winter Lady Liberty threw herself into the Hudson, her abandoned Torch exploded, setting a Staten Island ferry and three Asgardian skinny-dippers on fire.

The museum guide waited for everyone to finish reading the introductory slide, before she began addressing her audience. “There was nothing but talk of hot Norse skin and overheated bronze balls. The New York Harbor and most—”

“No,” said a small balding man, “that’s not what happened. I watched it live on Fox. I know brass balls when I see them.”

An old lady, who sat next to the man, told him, “You’re embarrassing people who don’t even know you, son.”

Pretending half the room wasn’t snickering, the museum guide moved to the next slide. It explained that the Torch had been approached by Fox, and that her reaction suggested that something they said offended her. “I don’t care for your French or for your dull guesstimating of obvious facts,” the Torch said to Fox.

The next morning, Fox reported that the Torch was related to a legendary Burning Bush, and that the Torch and her Bush cousin would be delighted to bless Fox and all their descendants. “It’s our given right,” the news reporter announced.

Moving to the next slide, the museum guide aimed a laser pointer at the screen. “This is one of the most memorable moments captured on that day of fire and terrible news,” she said. The photograph showed a weeping man in a black Armani suit, missing a shoe and a chunk of skull. He stood on a cracked sidewalk, aiming his fist at a group of college girls, who were taking selfies with the Wall Street Bull’s half-melted balls in their hands.

“That’s not what happened.” The small man stood up and faced the gathering, his fingers tapping the screen of a tablet. “Those were good girls who would never get their picture taken with balls made of anything other than their city’s best brass. And Lady Liberty didn’t drown herself. This woman’s saying that because she doesn’t love her, she doesn’t love you, and she doesn’t love me. Ah!” he said, turning the tablet towards the people. “See? Fox ran an exclusive with Lady Liberty. They said—”

So calmly that no one saw her coming, the old lady smacked the small man across the face with her purse, and said, “Shut up.”

The tablet flew over the man’s head.

People tried not to laugh, but failed in bursts.

The museum guide picked up the tablet, and took a look. It framed a shopping mall, which had been swallowed by a devilish clown wearing a crown made from slashes of emptiness. The caption over the image read: Lady Liberty isn’t dead. She ran off to join the circus. A Fox exclusive!

Devilish Looking Clown Entrance

This tale is the hybrid child of Magpie Tales 259 (the image above), and “Real Time with Bill Maher: Rudy Giuliani’s Fifty Shades of Black”. Afraid of clowns? Oops.


29 thoughts on “The Day Lady Liberty Ran Off to Join the Circus

  1. Lady Liberty (doesn’t she speak French?) makes an interesting Hellmouth. And I didn’t know that was a torch. I thought it was a huge, bronze ice cream. I though the message was, ‘Welcome to America. Git your free ice cream here!’.

    As for Faux, they give Vulpes vulpes a bad name.

    (Loved this. And getting new posts by email)

  2. Hahaha, love the tale, & mother of the Fox ‘know it all’s’ direct approach to her son after warning him to sssh! Love the great balls of fire, actually loved the whole darn thing! Hey that cool pic reminds me of one of my fav places in Sydney… Luna Park… really weird true tale… a tragic fire in the ghost train… Jack Marx writes about it in ‘Australian Tragic’… trying to talk someone into doing a doco on it at the moment… off the point & back to work for me… hey it’s Friday, & need to go draw, talk later x

    • Old lady with purses have that air of mildly-dangerous-volatile psycho about them. I think her approach was quite entertaining, too (and not just because I wrote it *cough*). I just think that must of us have wished for the lady and the purse to appear and save us from someone’s stupidity…

      Draw, woman; draw!

  3. YOU certainly got my attention! 🙂 I see an underlying meaning…(as usual)… Lady Liberty was sending a message to the Americans…apparently, she didn’t like what she was seeing- how people act, how the country is being run/not run… the in humanity…. She probably wished she wasn’t given to the U.S. and wanted to go back home…..and the bald man is right- brass balls, indeed!. (I do see the humor in this as well as the irony.

    • You and me both, Oma! I’ve been planning what I will do to others when I’m an old lady (and they won’t be able to fight back because, well, I will be old and cute and untouchable). Oh, I smile widely when I imagine the purse and the brick. 😀

  4. I would guess that lady Liberty’s knowledge of French would make her a bit strange.. but it does make sense since she’s an immigrant from France..

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