Posted by
skep41 on Tuesday, October 21, 2008 4:51:56 PM

Its all people talk about! I'm getting
TOTALLY
sick of it. I'm not wearing a danged costume OK! I'm not going to any
wild drunken Halloween parties and there won't be any bowls of candy
laying around for me and my wife to add to our waistlines. We haven't
had a trick-or-treater in years. How do you say 'trick-or-treat' in
Farsi? The idea of these rich Iranians and overstuffed Yuppies who live
in this neighborhood climbing these steep streets in the quest for a
free candy barrette when you can buy a bag of them down at Target for
$3 is ludicrous. You're just asking for a speeding BMW whose cell-phone
occupied driver is talking with his wife a block away to mow you down
like ninepins in the autumn gloom.
Speaking of autumn, what
idiot put Halloween in a season where temperatures plunge into the low
seventies or even the sixties as the sun goes down? These pampered
children are never allowed outside anyway and spend most of their time
playing 'Grand Theft Auto' or downloading porn off the internet. You
think they're going to don some idiot costume and wander the streets
panhandling candy bars when they can just bully Mom into driving down
to Costco and getting the institutional-sized tub of Oreos for them to
eat in their locked bedrooms while they paste Hannah Montana's face on
the female co-star of 'Motel Mamas' in the new cracked copy of AfterFX
they just downloaded off the web? I don't think so. Kids are not what
they used to be.
I cast my mind back to the halcyon days as a
boomer youth, happily participating in the orgy of vandalism and
misbehavior that was Halloween, or the night before which was labeled
'Mischief Night'. This was the time to prop spikey ten-penny nails
under the tires of the neighborhood grumps. Trees hung with toilet
paper, windows were emblazoned with every foul curse that Larry
Weiderspan's older brother learned in reform school, shrubbery was
turned into torches with a liberal dousing with lighter fluid. We
didn't ask our parents permission to go out in the freezing cold pitch
darkness with a gang of our friends. They were glad to get rid of us at
all times. There wasn't an egg left in a single refrigerator and we
made water balloons from random hoses for the pitched battles with
those punks from the next street.
Kids don't do that kind of
stuff anymore. In these decadent times they go to organized 'events' in
malls or, if they're older, they find places they can congregate and do
some binge drinking. The older youngsters, those in their teens and
twenties, have turned Halloween into a drunken Pagan orgy. Women aren't
any looser than the young boomers, that would be impossible, but they
wear better underwear to a Halloween party purchased with their
individual accounts at Victoria's Secret Online and egged on by the
lastest round of Paris Hilton scandals. Boys have been reduced to
brain-dead oafism by the ADHD drugs the school gives them to wash down
with gallon-sized jugs of Jose Cuervo that their big brother buys for
them them at Costco. Offices encourage their employees to dress up, a
sure method of separating the alienated from the sincere. Eat sugar,
you helots; a fat slave is a happy slave! Who of us hasn't snarled with
contempt at the administrative types and their retarded sense of 'fun'
? It makes you want to burn the place down with all of them in it. The
Age Of Obama will fix their Democratic-voting adzes.
But the
best part of Halloween is the commercials! You know that Mattress World
is going to dress up their employees as mattresses and sofa cushions
listlessly waving their arms that are sticking out of these badly-sewn
furniture costumes. They might as well have a sign behind them saying
'Help Wanted- Half-Wits Only'. Kind of like what they should be putting
behind Obama in his commercials.
This might be the last big
Halloween. The consumer culture that created this beastly wallow in
oral hedonism and piggery is probably going to be a thing of the past
soon. People won't be so eager to party as the standard of living tanks
and the currency becomes worthless. Devils and ghosts won't be so funny
when they come down to earth and make your Iron Rice Bowl pension
effectively worthless. That second house up at the lake will be just as
worthless when environmental regulations take away your car and leave
it the spooky, broken-windowed, abandoned haunt of ghosts and raccoons.
It will be harder to put up a funny skeleton display in your front yard
with the one 40 watt $250 mercury-gas-filled light bulb you can afford
to illuminate it. The hard drinking will go on. That is a
characteristic of Socialist societies. Having children is not.
Now
in the autumn of our country the thoughtless crowd seems to be in the
mood to temporarily put down the bag of Three Musketeer miniatures
screw the cap back onto the generic bottle of Walmart Gin and load the
cats, the kids, the illegal alien live-in maid and grandpa's ghost into
the Mini-van and drive this bloated and obese crewe twenty yards down
the street so they can all vote for a New Age Of Change. Trick or Treat
Mr. Big Government!
Just put all the free goodies in the bag and we'll be on our way.
A hundred years of Socialist failure mean nothing to these
lard-brained, mouth-breathing morons... Obama is as persuasive as the
guy from Mattress World and he wants to give you more than just a free
mattress! People are so stupid its scaring me to death. We've been
cursed with the demons of ignorance, selfishness and greed and they
will steal every penny from the fools who think they can vote
themselves something for nothing. A country cursed.
Well, I'm going to go fill my sink with water and put an apple in it and try to grab it with my teeth. Tradition.