Halloween is an institutionalized feeding of addicts. You won't give a box of wine to a homeless dude (aside from the fact you need that wine for yourself), but you'll hand out packages of sugar-wrapped corn syrup (that's the original name for Skittles) to sugar-addled youth? How dare you.
Children's taste buds are worse than a 55 year old alcoholic with a five-pack-a-day smoking habit, yet we feed them sacks of sugar? We have interventions for people who are just having a little fun with some generic heroin, but we let a seven-year-old pass out in a pile of symbolic diabetes--pre-diabetes, like a diabetes trailer, like a diabetes Nostradamus, like a forensic photo of why lil' Timmy's foot had to get sawed off.
Digression warning: By the way, please, all media and everyone on all social medias, please, I beg you, stop with the Krokodil nonsense. It's not like it's something infectious. No one is going to cough on me and make me want to try synthetic heroin. I don't need those super-gross photos to deter me from injecting fake heroin. Digression over.
Just because we were weened on Pixie Sticks, Pez, Lick-em/Dip-em Sticks, Pop Rocks, cotton candy, butterscotch candies (butter based sugar), candy canes, lollipops and their ilk, doesn't mean we have to pass this on to our children. The "razor in the apple" story? Propaganda perpetuated by the sugar lobby. But, at the great risk of having eggs lobbed at my house, I will not participate in this unholy endeavor.
|Pffft! Everyone knows you SMOKE Smartees. Duh!|
Ugh, I really don't want to clean up eggs and toilet paper. Screw it, there's an overpopulation issue any way-- C'mon over kids! Get the industrial sized boxes of Nerds I'll be handing out!