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Monday, November 01, 2004
Halloween Values


"Trick or treat" they say in unison as soon as I open the door.  I'm far from impressed that they've both decided to dress up as kids of around their own ages.  "No guys - I'm sorry but I don't support Halloween at all".  Which is true.
"I mean, aren't you guys just learning the basics of extortion by doing this?  You may as well just say: give me some candy or I'm going to toilet paper your house.
What's next?  Punch or Lunch Money?  Bullet or Handbag?  Thousands of civilian casualties or political control of your country and oil resources?"
They shuffle their feet nervously and I pretend not to notice when one of their disguises slips and I catch a glimpse of the slack jawed little demon underneath.  But I watch them with open suspicion as they meander back down the driveway just in case.
Happy halloween kids!

This thought broke free from Solender's mind at 12:44 am
It is still at large and should be considered Armed and Dangerous

xaos
March 1, 2005   01:25 PM PST
 
hallowe'en is mythological.

i am surprised at you.
not1ofU
November 30, 2004   05:20 AM PST
 
Other than backwood small towns, where the little monster's dad is the local sheriff for three counties, where do people still toliet paper your house if you don't fork over the sugar coated ADD meds? Perhaps it's just that you are a realist, and you are teaching these kids that not everything goes their way...just because you knowck doesn't mean anyone is going to answer!
Sinister Ninja
November 3, 2004   03:05 PM PST
 
I guess it could be 'trick' or 'treat', if you think about it.
Solender
November 3, 2004   11:03 AM PST
 
Is that the 'trick' option Ninja?
Sinister Ninja
November 3, 2004   04:00 AM PST
 
Oh yeah, I hate when the older kids show up wanting candy. I had a 15 or so year old kid come begging, dressed in a black cape and a furry hat. That was it. I told him to go fuck himself.
raejane
November 1, 2004   01:34 AM PST
 
Bah humbug!

I will be thinking of you as I walk my little ones around the block and the dress up and hand out candy to the kids who ring my bell.

Ok, I probably won't. but....

Anyway, the one thing that annoys me is when older kids come to the dorr and they haven't even dressed up...

again, I say: Bah Humbug!


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