Dr. Fun Re-Ups

A little over 6 years ago, I received my first conscription notice from the Oaqui. In response to a growing national movement towards the development of a toy gun control policy, the Oaqui appointed me to a Chaplaincy position responsible for Domestic Operations Control. In discharging that role, I founded and led what became known as the National Toy Rifle Association, or the NTRA, which enabled me to return to civilian life and resume my practice as Doctor FUN.

Last week, I received my second call to duty. The Oaqui, alarmed by the apparently global disregard for the need to play, has/ve asked once again me to take up arms, and, if needed, both hands and fingers. According to the Oaqui, things are getting way too serious. Kids and parents, bosses and bossed, governments and governed, are finding themselves less and less able to do funny things in public. Our collective right to silliness is being submerged by a growing swell of bleak, caliginous, depressing, dingy, dire, dismal, dispiriting, doleful, drab, dreary, funereal, gloomy, grave, grim, joyless, lugubrious, melancholy, mournful, murky, and otherwise sepulchral sobriety. We crack a joke and are greeted only by the rasping sound of the Axes of Evil getting grimly ground. Threats of war, and other manifestations of a weakening sense of humor, are leading inexorably to the birth of an earth-wide mirth dearth.

Therefore, I, Doctor FUN, your Guru of Glee, once again gladly don the crenelated kilts of Major FUN, Defender of the Playful. And Major FUN I shall remain until the world itself is safe for play, or otherwise instructed.

Join me, if you will, as I dance the Dance o'Glee. Share glee with me as I manifest fun there on freeway and overpass, in shopping mall and megaplex, in playground and gymnasium, family room and kitchen. And there on the beaches, especially during low tide. Stand firm with me in my fight for fun, and for you, my fellow manifesters, until we all and each find ourselves having more fun than you can point a gun at.