Professor Loonibin Jaggedbananas-Fyffes (no relation to the Scottish version) is about to publish a world shattering study in the form of a triology of the past, present and future of "Madness" or in colloquial terms and common
dialect "fucking bonkers" or Sugs.
Significantly, madness always flew over a sparrows nest until some mad US fucker decided to sing about it.
Way back when madness was accepted in the higher eschelons of the ruling parties as "normale" their rulers behaved accordingly.
Nero a Roman maniac loved being mad and his people loved him too, especially when he turned his thumbs down. Gladiators were often victims of his madness especially Charlton Heston, Ben him or her?
As we travel through history, one of the greatest loonies ever to walk the planet barefoot with a basket of fish and stale bread, confronted the Roman Empire (must have been mad or the son of ???) and ended up carrying his cross up a hill: depicted by a bunch of modern loonies in that fab film The Life of Mel Gibson, alias Brian Eno! (or was it the Devil disguised as a python, nevermind?)
As the time machine zooms through history there are many mucho locos running for the loo, water, Napolean attempting to conquer the world, gay male rapist and totally Gheng-is Khan are perfect examples of them and us!
Ludwig and his merry ol Bavarian castles, Louis XIV (not HIV, lucky bastard) were all utterly and totally mad + Elisabeth 1, first female prototype and her inheritors, should we learn to tie our shoelaces here or lick some tampons, blue blood my butt or hemorrhoids?
Thus proving the point, if the sparrow is not mad enough the cuckoos will plunder their nests and the rest is history.
The first journey of this epic trioligy is about to end as the time machine rests it's weary flagpoles upon the battlefields of Ypres and Allemagne, seprerating madness from genius was always a problem.
Hence, the obeserver observes a certain jack-booted moustached midget jousting with a piece of boiled spaghetti being strung up and quartered in Bolognese whilst another moustached madman called the butcher of Kiev spreads his barbed wire from Berlin to Siberia and turns it into a cuckoo's nest nearly impossible to fly over unless you enjoy cabbage soup, ice-cold!
Part II to follow, I've just got to check the batteries?