I love the Cirque du Soleil. It gives me a sense of what it must be like to take an illegal substance.
But Cirque du Soleil is not the circus.
I hate the circus. It gives me a sense of what it must be like to need to take an illegal substance.
If you want to read about why I want to run away from the circus (the one with animal rights’ activists who greet patrons by waving placards that hide the illegal substances they’re taking), you need to jump over. Here is the link to my humour column that was published in today’s Calgary Herald:
And then come back and tell me what circus acts make you want to freak out.