The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they have done abominable works, there is none that doeth good.
As many a wit has told me over the years, my birthday being on the first day of April means that I must be a fool. Ho ho. As you might imagine, Gentle Reader, constant repetition by people who never stopped to think that I just might have heard it a few hundred times before has made the "joke" something of a sore point.
Also, I dislike such pranks anyway. I've never really understood what's so funny about "fooling" someone whose only fault is that they have less knowledge of a subject that the prankster has. There was a case a few years ago when people who, not having been exposed to the language of chemistry since their school days, got a bit scared when people presenting themselves as knowledgeable told them, in a scary tone, that there was dihydrogen oxide in the water supply. Well, yeah. They would. Confronted by an expert telling them that something is scary, they quite understandably get scared. And it's a great way to show how people can be manipulated, but I don't understand how it's funny, as many seemed to think it was. That dihydrogen oxide is simple old H2O might be obvious to many, but it's surely understandable that someone who hasn't opened a science book since they left school might be less than handy at translating an unusually-phrased snippet of jargon, especially in the face of someone who is handy at it implying that all they need to know is that this unfamiliar-sounding substance is dangerous.
Our civilisation is built on the fact that production of a surplus of basic necessities allows people to work on other things; to become specialists, experts, who we may then depend on. That's why we have them. To tell us things and do things for us which we don't have the knowledge or time to work out for ourselves. I can't read music; if a person who can do so tells me that the snippet of sheet music I have is of the opening bars of Beethoven's Fifth, I'm gonna believe them. Even though my tiny bit of knowledge of the subject—I can after all, tell whether each note is higher or lower than the one preceding it, even if I don't know what the notes are—would be enough to tell me that it's most certainly not, why would I, or most people, take the time to check? And why would it be funny if that person had knowingly and deliberately played upon my lack of expertise and lied to me?
[On a serious note, this of course, is one of the problems with fake news. Nobody, no matter how much they would like to promote sceptical reasoning, has the time or the expertise to check everything they read or hear. There just aren't enough hours in the day.]
Which is why, like Caine, I usually tend to view the April Fools tradition as a custom best avoided.
This year though, for some reason I know not wot of, I've taken it into my head to acknowledge the celebration of foolishness. Which, minus the pranks, basically means people playing the fool. Or, in other words, comedy. So, after my somewhat over-long and possibly judgemental and pretentious preamble, here's a few comedy videos.
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