Today we celebrate one of the oldest holidays still celebrated. The anniversary of my first divorce….ok that’s not the oldest but the happiest holiday, I’m talking about Halloween. Many people have fun with this day without ever knowing the facts behind it.
Some think of it as a pagan holiday and refuse to acknowledge it while others dress up in costume and use it as an excuse to get free shit from the neighbors without having to know how to use a slim jim.
The holiday can be traced back to the a Celtic culture in Ireland, Britain and Northern Europe, the O’Shay’s, or was it the Druids, something like that. It was a feast of Samhain,meaning summers end or November,which occurred on the last day of summer,October 31st, to honor the dead. It was a harvest festival marking the end of daylight savings time with huge bonfires and people in costume.They believed the souls of the dead roamed through the night much like the Crips and since not all were friendly, gifts and treats were left out to pacify the evil and ensure the stereo would still be in the car in the morning.
Years later the Catholic church thought a holiday needed to be created to force another mass and thus another collection plate so they deemed Nov 1st as all Saints Day. This year Archie Manning will be inducted.
Now the holiday has come to mean trick or treaters, fun costumes, and another reason to dress up in funny outfits and go to the bar. Much like Friday night at the Max.
Now some people due to religious reasons choose not to celebrate the holiday and suck the fun out of it for everyone else by telling them that it supports the occult and paganism. Maybe a few 1000 years back it did but thanks to the folks at Mars, Hersey, and whoever makes that gift from above, Milk Duds, the holiday has taken on a new meaning.
OK , if what you believe still involves it being an unholy holiday then Ok, no matter if it’s total bullshit but ok. It doesn’t mean you can suck the fun out of everyone else. I have one of these people at work. It’s like sharing Christmas with yourself and the cable is out. If I hear one more lecture on how this will make me go to hell because I am supporting the devils work (again tell me something I am not already aware of) then I am going to start building an altar and dating a wiccan.
Dressing up like spider-man, superman,a cowboy or a football player has nothing to do with the devil. Unless you dress up as Steve Pederson nobody in this state is really going to call you a devil worshiper. It’s fun. Stop reading messages into shit and allow yourself to have a good time.
We were going to try and have a company event but much like the school Christmas program with hours of bad singing and a janitor dressed as Santa on a Wild Turkey binge that is over and gone. Now that one party pooper is offended, were stuck dressing up like corporate dolts. That in itself is scary enough and it happens every day. Id like to hold a mirror in front of her face and show her the make-up job that rivals something from Wes Craven that she performs daily and ask her if she practices witchcraft. But I’m nice and refrain from calling her Mi-Mi and things like that.
Before Miss Pissy Pants tossed a wet blanket on the festivities I was cooking up several ideas for the perfect costume.
A softball coach with his bat slammed in a laptop computer, a politician with a wooden puppet on his lap yelling “Screw Rosenblatt”, Flounder in the man clogs or a ticket broker with 1 pair of Hannah Montana tickets and 20 customers.
The point is the holiday anymore is more about fun and eating the candy your kid brings home because it might be laced with a hallucinogenic and then most of the people around you would just go away. It’s about dressing up like Freddie or Jason and scaring the living crap out of the neighbor kid who dares to decorate your home with toilet paper. It’s about punch with dry ice, pumpkin shaped cookies so dry that if the person in charge of the punch with dry ice floating in it failed to bring it ,your all going to suffer from dehydration. It’s about taking you kids around the block and meeting the neighbors you never talk to the rest of the year. It’s about the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown. Leave your thin skin offendeness at the curb and enjoy the parade.
I save my church for Sunday (Colts vs Patriots is the sermon this week) and even if there is a Thursday night game that matters I don’t drag my friends down because that last minute field goal cost me a bundle by a half a point. I stay with the fun. It isn’t like your suddenly going to start casting spells on people or loose your faith.
This year I am handing out 1st class candy, not the el cheapo suckers and taffy homeless kids in Ecuador couldn’t pedal at the border. It’s full sized snickers and Peanut Butter Cups for the kids and Dr. Johns gift cards for the adults. Could be a busy night on my block in more ways than one.
Whatever you happen to do, be careful. If your going to the bar or a party don’t drink and drive. You don’t need your mug shot on TV dressed like Patrick from Sponge Bob or Britney Spears on underwear still in the laundry day. If your taking the kids around make sure you keep an eye on the munchkins and if your staying home to hand out the goodies, keep a light on for them and don’t be stingy. If a car load of people from outside your neighborhood pulls up and starts going door to door, be even more generous as the parents bringing them into a safer neighborhood to trick or treat is better than getting caught up in some shoot-out between brainless gun fighting gang members.
And if a guy in a Superhero outfit shows up at your door and it looks like he is missing the acorns off the oak tree, that’s just Captain Obvious, let him use the phone to call for help so he isn’t in your neighborhood to long.
Happy Haloween everyone.
Mongo Torrey
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