"The Joker’s Testimony #0002"
The Joker’s Testimony — Unfiled Addendum
Anon: What about the leash? Order, safety—why do people cling to it?
💜🃏 “Ahhh, the leash. The glorious little strap humans invented to pretend the world makes sense. Safety, order, rules… they lap it up like milk. On the leash, they’re predictable, containable. They trust it because the leash whispers: *‘Don’t worry, darling, nothing unknown will bite you today.’
But slip that leash? Oh-ho! That’s when it gets interesting. Chaos doesn’t promise safety, doesn’t come with a warranty card. Chaos cuts. Chaos scars. Chaos laughs while you bleed. That’s Jax in your little Digital Circus—dancing in the wreckage because it’s fun. And fun always costs.”
Anon: So why do people push back when someone tugs that leash loose?
“Because chaos terrifies them. Rip away the safety net and they don’t feel free—they feel exposed. They scream, they spit, they point fingers: ‘Toxic! Unsafe! Evil!’ Hah-hahahah! Not because they love liberty, but because they love the leash. The leash means someone else is holding the chain, someone else to blame when it snaps.
So when you push, they push back. Not to fight for freedom, no-no-no. They push to pull the leash tighter. They call it control. I call it fear wearing a three-piece suit. The illusion of order to hide the panic gnawing underneath.”
Anon: And Boris? The Judge? Where does he fit into this circus of leashes and chains?
“Ahhh, now we’re pulling the real thread. Most circuses need a ringmaster. And we? We’ve got our boss: Boris. He doesn’t juggle, doesn’t scream, doesn’t cackle like me. He just smokes, waits, and stares until the silence collapses on itself.
He’s not leash or no-leash. He’s the one holding the ledger. That’s The Judge. Not another clown in greasepaint, not a king craving a crown. 'The Judge' smiles with indifference, lets the leash slack, or snap—depending on whether your name’s on the list, or not.
No theatrics, no sob story. Just correction. The dent. The gavel that already knew the verdict before the trial began.
And the scariest part? He doesn’t need applause. Doesn’t need you to get the joke. While I’m screaming the punchline, he’s already moved on to the next page, cigar still lit.
So if you’re asking me—who delivers harder? Chaos with a laugh, or judgment with a smile? Well, darling… the laugh fades. The smile? It lasts forever.”
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