ALL UN-HALLOW

WHEN THE SPIRITS OF YUPPIES WALK, POLITICAL CORRECTNESS TAGS BEHIND. THIS HALLOWEEN, I CURSE THE DAMNED ELITE WHO INHABIT SOME OF THE TURF. FIRST I SAY DAM TO THE VEGETARIAN WHO CHOOSES TO REAP THE REWARDS OF THE ROOTED UNDERWORLD OF FRUIT AND VEGETABLES MISSING OUT ON THE DELIGHTS FROM HOOFED GRAZERS OR THE CLAW-FOOTED, FEATHERED PECKERS IN THE SUNSHINE. I SAY DOUBLY-DAMNED IS THE VEGETARIAN WIFE WHO WANTS TO HAND OUT CRACKERS AND PLAY DOH TO TRICK OR TREATERS ON BEGGARS NIGHT IN LIEU OF CANDY. WHAT A HORROR. THE EVENING BEFORE THE SAINTS' DAY, I SAY SOME ALLOWANCE SHOULD BE MADE FOR PUCKISH FUN AND SWEET REWARDS. DAMN THOSE REMINDERS OF THE UNHOLY 'NUT JOBS' THAT WALK THE EARTH.