Current mood - "Santa Monica" by Savage Garden

Let us close our eyes and be serenade by this song, lyrics as follows:

In Santa Monica in the winter time
The lazy streets so undemanding
I walk into the crowd
In Santa Monica you get your coffee from
The coolest places on the Promenade
Where people dress just so
Beauty so unavoidable
Everywhere you turn it's there
I sit and wonder what am I doing here

But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model
Or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you

In Santa Monica all the people got
Modern names like Jake or Mandy
And modern bodies too
In Santa Monica on the boulevard
You'll have to dodge those in-line skaters
Or they'll knock you down
I never felt so ONLY
Never felt so out of place
I never wanted something more than this

But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model
Or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
On the telephone line I am any height
I am any age I want to be
I could be a caped crusader
Or space invader
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you

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The Jester came running through the gates past the Fool exclaiming, "Thane, your honor! Treachery! Treason!"

Now who is the stupidest? The Thane, the jester or the fool?