Chuckles of Support


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I’ve been arrested and interrogated by the fuzz too many times to count, but never in a clown suit. If any of you readers are cops who have arrested and/or interrogated a clown, please share your story in the comments section. For some reason, it fascinates me. Possibly because I have always been naturally suspicious of anyone in a clown outfit. I wouldn’t say I am “afraid” of them, but I don’t trust them and will avoid them if possible. It’s the same as I treat panhandlers or obvious prostitutes; I just don’t have any interest in contact with them.



My second cartoon today, or, “Tuesday’s cartoon,” as I’ve come to call it, is about a support group mistaken for a children’s game. I spent a lot of time in a divorce support group after my first marriage exploded in 1996, then later went back and trained to be a facilitator of the same group. I’m a big believer in support groups for anything from substance abuse to grief to common psychological issues like being a family member of an alcoholic. They really do work and they’re usually free. I got as much help from my support group as I did from my therapist back in ’96 and paid nothing for it.

The gentleman in this cartoon who is speaking was a friend of mine from the old group. Fred was going through the group at the same time I was, then was a facilitation partner with me a couple of years later. Fred was a great guy and a good friend. He passed away a few years ago but I thought of him again when I was doing this cartoon.




BIZARRO BASEMENT: bz 08-14-01 support groupHere’s a bit more fun on the subject from 2001. I’ve found that there’s a support group for just about anything that’s bothering you so even though I made this up, it might well exist somewhere. In my opinion, this is a problem that has long been swept under the rug in our society.


14 thoughts on “Chuckles of Support

  1. Hi Dan, I am not a cop, but I have a number of clown stories that are possibly informative. I saw a clown strutting across the Brooklyn Bridge toward Manhattan with a pail labeled “water,” which was full of confetti in the early ’80s. I have seen a number of other clowns since, in various cities, driving through busy traffic in full regalia. In every instance they have had a face you could easily read under the makeup that said, “I am so crazy late to this birthday party that I am going to get my ass kicked and I probably won’t get paid.” I don’t remember ever seeing a made up clown on their way somewhere that didn’t look insanely frazzled.

  2. I’m with you on the clown hatred Dan. Any doubters, consider this: John Wayne Gacy was also known as “The Killer Clown”.

  3. I remember that old cartoon and it has always been one of my favourites, I can’t help but smile every time I see it. Great work as always :)

  4. I am not a clown, or a cop, but I have worked in circus arts, and, therefore, with many clowns.

    They are more frightening than you can imagine. Truly. Much. More. Frightening.

    I no longer work in circus arts. There is a connection.

    • Oh, man, that’s a great comment! My girlfriend and I just got a great laugh out of your story. I’d be interesting in details if you care to but what you’ve said so far is plenty. :^}

  5. You don’t need a police lineup for clowns; their face is as unique as a fingerprint* and it would never occur to a clown to copy someone else’s face.

    And anyway, you know the clown is guilty, so why bother?

    *I post this factoid in every clown discussion. It’s a form of revenge.

  6. Amen to those support group-tickles, from a not-so-active member of AA!

    BTW, I guess you’ve seen the movie “Fight Club”? The bit where Ed Norton & Helena Bonham Carter sort of abuse going to support groups for abusers, is just hilarious!

  7. I have done clowning occasionally for years. When I was teaching, my school had a family festival. I wore my clown costume and drew cartoons for kids and families. I always enjoyed it. It was one of the few times I got to share my love of cartooning with others. My clown name is “Toona” for that reason. For three years, I also did clowning as part of a clown troupe. It was for holiday parades and done as volunteer work. I usually had an animal puppet along that the little ones got a kick out of. I always tried to be sensitive to those who felt uncomfortable around clowns. Sometimes on parade routes, a group of friends would literally shove their friend in my direction, knowing that he/she had a fear of clowns. That always annoyed me. It just made the situation worse.

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