Halloween. This says it all. Wow. But let me explicate further.
Halloween is quickly approaching and that means many things. Most annoying to me is the persistent referencing by grown babies (AKA adults) who for one night a year become something they’re not and/or wish they were.
Yes, we all know the theme and meme of the hottie (translation: strumpet) who actually is saying to the world, “’Neath these domestic threads there beats the heart of a slattern.” She’s a temptress and a seductress. Fine. Whatever. And she’ll swear up and down that this has nothing to do with sublimating a hidden propensity or frame of deluded reference as a channeled harlot. This is about a harmless celebration. No big deal. Or they’ll try to pawn it off on kids even though kids have nothing to do with this. No, this is different. This is phone privilege day at Creedmoor. This is Nurse Ratched cooing, “It’s medication time.” And no, I have no idea what that last reference denotes.
But it’s the adult male who bothers me the most. Take a look at this specimen. This guy’s serious. This is no joke.
And have you ever met this character: A grown man who not only wears some idiotic garb and outfit but who speaks of it incessantly, well in advance of the Pagan and/or Satanic event. You’d rather drink bleach or carpet tack your frenulum to plywood than hear another vapid second of this mindless drivel. This is the incipient and nascent stage of the devolution of human civilization. Or something.
BiPsychos. Please, this has nothing to do with sexuality. It’s about lunatics who tool about the city on two wheels. This breed of the neo-demented makes my skin crawl and my soul bleed. If you’ve been in the City a minute, you’ve seen these lunatics.