Full of Evil Clowns

My latest obsession is "Funhouse" by Pink.  Why?  Initially because it was catchy and it gave me those little kid shudders.  After all the best lines are, "This used to be a funhouse/but now it's full of evil clowns/I'm gonna start the countdown/I'm burn it down down down!"  Okay, who hasn't had a pint-sized nightmare about a funhouse--shudder--and one full of evil clowns is even more shudder-inducing!  

What really strikes me about the lyrics and mood in the song is that Pink's talking about something so serious in a light and playful way.  Seriously, no one's laughing about evil clowns.  They're evil.  They've staged a violent coupe and taken over the best part of the carnival and made it into a horrible place.  Pink has become a freedom fighter, or some kind of superhero, by deciding to burn down their stronghold.  That's the sort of thing great comic books are made of, or cheesy action movies made from great comic books.

I'm drawn to the song because of the courage I hear in it.  

I would love to be the heroine who burns down a satanic cult of evil clowns for the betterment of the carnival-going populace.  I'd love to have the courage to burn down the funhouses in my own life that are filled with evil clowns.  Let me give you an example. 

I used to work in a medical office.  It was extremely emotionally rewarding, exciting, and challenging.  I loved working there and to this day, I miss it terribly.  I miss watching children walk for the first time. I miss seeing men receive prostheses and being able to stand again.  I miss seeing what was once mangled being made whole again.  It's an ache in my heart that I'm not there.  It was about as close to a funhouse as I have ever been in.  It was entering into a whole new magical world where gravity and disability didn't matter and anything was possible.

Obviously, I don't work there anymore.
Why?  It was full of office politics and strife.  I spent more of my time guarding my back from my fellow office staffers than I did doing my real job.  As I rose in prestige and recognition, it only got worse.  Sabotage, deliberate attempts to discredit me, threats.  I started making policies and procedures that created double and triple back-ups of data.  After one particularly good day (the other two office workers were both out--yes, all this happened in an office of THREE), I realized that no matter how rewarding the job was, it wasn't worth my innocence, my optimism, and my effort.  I received a job offer that would propel me into the real estate industry and I accepted.  I gave my practitioners at the medical office my two weeks.  I sent out a memo to the staff that I was moving industries and the persecution stopped.  It was my own moment of burning down the funhouse.  It truly was full of evil clowns and I didn't have the power or ability to remove them.  I burned down a funhouse to save myself from the evil clowns.  It wasn't a victory, it was one of those last ditch attempts you see in Resident Evil movies.  Throw the grenade in and walk out.

What about you?  

Is your funhouse full of evil clowns?