“But the Emperor has nothing at all on!”

You’re darn tootin’ he doesn’t.

Hans Christian Andersen summed up the idea of sucking up to madmen and their stupidity back in 1837 with his tale, “The Emperor’s New Clothes.” The final lines of the story goes like this:

“But the Emperor has nothing at all on!” said a little child. “Listen to the voice of the child!” exclaimed his father. What the child had said was whispered from one to another. “But he has nothing at all on!” at last cried out all the people. The Emperor was upset, for he knew that the people were right. However, he thought the procession must go on now! The lords of the bedchamber took greater pains than ever, to appear holding up a train, although, in reality, there was no train to hold, and the Emperor walked on in his underwear.”

See? Stupidity and madness on a grand scale. Stupidity and madness you won’t find in our more enlightened 21st century.

[Insert uncontrollable laughter here.]

I mean, c’mon, can you think of a more insane time than 2015? A time where a bunch of madmen (and women!) walk around in their underwear, knowing full well they’re practically naked, insisting that the procession go on?

And we the enlightened, we the sane, we the sheeple, follow dutifully behind the parade. Madness I tell you… sheer madness.

But perhaps there are enough child-like people left who are brave enough to point out that the Emperor has nothing on at all. Gee whilakers, I sure hope so.

Because in order to cure madness, we have to point out the madmen and their insane ideas. Okay?

As G.K. Chesterton wrote: “Curing a madman is not arguing with a philosopher; it is casting out a devil.” Time to stop arguing with the madmen and instead, cast out a demon or two.

Let the exorcism begin!