Prepare the squeaky eggs and squirting noses, ready the wheeled persimmons and winged luffas. All Fools' Day is upon us, and a fine time it is. Still unclaimed by commerce and unreformed by politics or faith, it is a day that remains idiotically sacrosanct, the glory of harlequins, discordians, Dionysians, and phookas. Ignore those who would have us believe April Fools were born when French country bumpkins failed to realize the Gregorian calendar had moved their new year three months over; the Holy Fool is endemic to humanity. For ages, Coyote, Raven, Spider, Loki, Clat, Juha, Hotei, Tyl Eulenspiegel, Legba, Br'er Rabbit, and a multitude of others have tracked mud across society's clean white sheets. Amoral, lustful, and typically androgynous, the Fool rejoices in crossing boundaries, mixing metaphors, and bumping uglies between the sacred and the profane. It is unsurprising, then, that the Fools' ministry, the First Church of the Last Laugh, and... More >>>