Bozo. Bozo. Bozo.
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I don’t know about kids, but if I encountered a surly mean Clown, I’d be scared, too!
How about Killer Klowns from Outer Space?
Has anyone heard the song Let’s All Drink to the Death of a Clown by the Kinks? There’s so many things right about that sentence.
About a year ago, LHOtP was on, and my husband said that was one of the most depressing shows, ever.
I said, “What?” It’s a show about little girls and settlers life. Overcoming the odds and the harsh elements, family bonding, love.
He said, “Oh, hell no. Every week someone is getting killed, or raped, or set on fire. It’s depressing.”
I said, “Well, it was tougher in those days.”
But he truly had a point. Every single week, death, poverty, brutality, baser human nature run rampant, and now clowns.
Well if there wasn’t some tragedy on the show then Michael Landon wouldn’t have had a reason to make Pa Ingalls cry in every goddamn episode. 
I’m with Freddy the Pig on this one. I was terrified of the closet monster, the thing under the bed, being downstairs after dark…lots of things along these lines. Clowns? Never heard of that particular phobia until I had long outgrown all (okay, most) of the others.
There are worse things for your health than clowns.
According to a new study in Annals of Internal Medicine, 97.8% of patients say the very last thing they want to see anywhere in the hospital is a mime (p=<.0000001).
(The other 2.2% were too appalled to answer the survey.
I was terrified as a kid that the ceiling lamps would come alive and eat me. Not clowns.
I’m not sure what this says about me…
I wasn’t afraid of clowns until I read that book a couple of years ago. Before they were just minor amusements at the circus. Now they’re harbingers of death.
Ironically, I had a dream this morning that a clown asked me to marry him. He wasn’t a creepy circus-type clown though. More of a vaudeville type, I think. I liked him. It was a rather nice dream.
I want to hang out with you and your husband. 
You know, I’m an extremely vivid dreamer, I’ve dreamt about every possible thing you can dream of, and I don’t think I’ve ever dreamt about clowns, even after reading “It.” Just watch, I’ll have a nightmare about them tonight.
As most military historians know, the calliope was originally devised as a psychological weapon, employing low-frequency tone combinations to induce feelings of disorientation and unease, intended for use in situations where clowns could not be deployed on the battlefied.
*All the children say:
We don’t need another Bozo
We don’t need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond
the Clowndome*
Like I said, they’ve taken over - people are being assimilated left and right. Look at our current president…it’s a mask, trust me.
Coincidentally, I saw this one in syndication last night.
I cannot think of clowns without thinking about John Wayne Gacy. A guy who portrayed a clown with a middle name of “Wayne”–you know he had to be a serial killer.
BTW, Gacy grew up in the same neighborhood as Robert Ressler, who set up the FBI Behavior Analysis Unit, which studies serial killers. Ressler didn’t remember him, but Gacy remembered Ressler.
Scared of clowns since I saw the movie Poltergeist
You know the one Yep, that one
And here’s Pennywise, just for added effect
Ditto. My houseparents rented and watched Poltergeist. With a herd of under-10 year old girls. Better bet there were nightmares. :eek: