Ringmaster, trapeze artiste, clowns, bareback rider, man who puts his head in a lion's mouth, more clowns, strongman wearing a leopard skin loincloth: all familiar figures of the Stock Market.
Gasp at the daredevil's death-defying leap through the flaming hoop of a 501(k) retirement plan. Thrill as the human cannonball is blasted into a diversified portfolio. Here come the midgets falling over themselves in a madcap search for dividends. Everybody gets dragged into the Big Top whether they like it or not.
My own Return On Investment is currently sitting awkwardly on an ancient elephant that has trouble getting up again after kneeling down to accept a peanut from its inexperienced trainer. Still, I suppose that's better than being stuffed inside the oversized shoes of the clown forced to chase that little car around the arena, which seems to be the case for many people.