On planet Earth, within the jungified jungle of political warfare, Prime Puppeteer, Bowjamon Noodle-yaboo spearheads a repository of thoughts, housing many intersecting choices related to the perpetuality of their mild-disagreements-with-a-twist-of-lemon, or as the locals call it, “war,” with the theatrical troupe known as Hasmbas.
In the holistic chessboard of world politics, this carnivalesque conundrum is no child’s vegetable soup. In fact, it stands starkly erect as an indigestible lump of raw carrots. Moving past the veneer of catchy headlines and overused emojis, this issue invokes one to ponder over the intricate moves Bowjamon Noodle-yaboo and his tango partner Hasmbas are expected to make.
Leading the brigade of decision-making Trousered Apes within his sideshow, Bowjamon Noodle-yaboo has found himself perched on a tightrope between a giant rubbery rock and an extremely squeaky place. As he balances dangerously holding a parasol of political promises, his circus troupe, playfully referred to as the cabinet (although there’s nothing wooden about them), flickers between being the comedy relief and the tragedy enthusiasts.
On the other side of the rainbow-colored battlefield, the eccentric ensemble known as Hasmbas are holding up their end of the slapstick comedy. Juxtaposing their brightly colored water guns to the serene monochrome pallet of hot debates, the Hasmbas entertain no illusions of a peaceful resolution.
The choices that cut across the wooden table of the Noodle-yaboo circus group are as varied as socks in a laundry load and uncannily resembles the decision to pick between a giant clown shoe or a ukulele with broken strings. In this climate of political satire, it’s a universal understanding that no decision could be made without achieving a comedic paradox.
To conclude this expedition to visit the war-torn stage of planet Earth, we take away that the great circus of Bowjamon Noodle-yaboo’s cabinet and Hasmbas is indeed an undying saga of two performers trying to outdo each other. In this hotchpotch of humor and headlocks, the audience, aka the rest of the world, scissors between bouts of belly-clutching laughter and face-palming exasperation. In the grand theatre of the absurd, the spotlight continues to circulate, leaving no rock uncomically upturned.
