In the ole days when knighthood was the thing and kings were
kings, maidens were maiden, and so on the king had a royal jester.
When the king was depressed or tensed the jester told a
one-liner joke; tell a plain false statement; or did something totally unpredictable that made the
king giggle in delight. It worked well back in the 1200-1400s.
Maybe we now need a
professional jester in the White House, just to keep things interesting.
On second thought, never mind.
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