Court Jesters died out in the 18th century, and yet I wonder how am I still one? As it turns out they were smarter then the King, always entertaining, with 'music, juggling, clowning, and the telling of tales.' Smart motherfuckers that were just there to entertain the ones who were around them and demanded enertainment of some sort. Talented, colorful, and close to the bottom of the food chain, ( I suppose they were paid for their services, but still, regarded as assholes.)
This picture of Stanzyk, one of the most famous jesters from 1514, (Poland) painted by Jan Matejko, really struck the proverbial chord. The depression, and just, shit feeling in his face from 'entertaining' people his whole life. I felt that way, walking out of the grocery store today. Like I was no more then a court jester when needed for entertainment, some sort of clown that's useless, but is not, because he has a purpose fucking somewhere. Maybe entertaining somebody, somewhere. Hopefully the guy died happier then that.
