Oct. 31 may be a day of ghosts and goblins for the little ones,
but Halloween heralds more than the usual
”
trick or treat
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this year. Coming up soon, folks, is the event of the year. It’s
a post-Halloween party of sorts, and if you are over the age of 18,
you’re invited.
Oct. 31 may be a day of ghosts and goblins for the little ones, but Halloween heralds more than the usual “trick or treat” this year. Coming up soon, folks, is the event of the year. It’s a post-Halloween party of sorts, and if you are over the age of 18, you’re invited. This is the one party you can’t afford to miss and here’s a little sneak-peek.
There are a few uninvited party goers here this year, and it’s been hard to silence those bloodcurdling revelers because they are most unruly. But let’s step inside and meet the more conventional gang first. The party’s two guests of honor are at the center of the room sizing each other up. Take a look at these two VIPs and what they’ve chosen to wear this year.
First there’s Robin Hood, the dashing young man who wants to take from the rich and give to the poor. Surrounded by his band of Merry Men there are some who’ve challenged the character of those fellows, but Robin remains steadfast in his purpose. Born a simple commoner, Robin has risen to great heights and aspires to a higher calling.
Challenging Robin Hood is Joe Louis. Joe is an old warrior, and about the time you think he’s down for the count, he jumps up swinging. He’s taken on young Robin in the fight of his life. Will Joe emerge victorious or will he sustain a career-ending Rocky Marciano knockout from young Robin? Seemingly on the ropes, Joe may look a little beaten and bruised but he draws from a seemingly endless reservoir of energy.
OK, I know you weren’t born yesterday and have identified the party’s VIPs as Robin “Obama” Hood and Joe “McCain” Louis. But who else is at this spooky party? Well, Robin has at his back Joe “Six-Term” Biden who, at this post-Halloween bash, arrives as Popeye. I know, this is not a very dignified persona for the good senator, but old Popeye has been around awhile, has sailed the Seven Seas gathering up foreign policy and he’s sure as heck not afraid to tell anybody who wants to know: “I am what I am and that’s all that I am.”
And who is that sprightly young thing hovering around the old fighter, Joe Louis? Yep, it appears to be Mary “Palin” Poppins, blown in by the cold northern winds of Alaska in a spiffy new designer suit. “Mary” has dealt with chimney sweeps and shopkeepers and isn’t afraid to stand up to anybody. Will Mary “Palin” Poppins live out her dream of helping the first family living in the big White House or will she ultimately ride the north winds back to govern Alaska?
Just when we thought she was a no-show, we see Hillary. Her Joan of Arc garment is a little singed around the edges after having been burned by those hot political fires last June. But she energetically preaches her message of change on behalf of her good and true friend, Robin “Obama” Hood.
But who is that over in the corner? Oh, dear, I’m afraid the party crashers are here. They’re hardly visible through the thick cloud of cigar smoke that surrounds them. Yes, the Fat Cats of Wall Street have arrived. They try to hide within their smoky fog, dreading that light be shed upon their monstrous deeds. Perhaps we should grab a glass of champagne before those chunky felines slurp it all up.
And over there on the sidelines, fresh from his 15 minutes of fame, is Joe the Plumber. Joe looks a little out of sorts today. Not only have the reporters and giant satellite trucks parked outside his home dazed poor Joe, now we are hearing all sorts of creepy things. Joe has tax liens? He isn’t registered to vote? He isn’t even a plumber?
Now for those uninvited guests at our party: the ugly hangers-on, the ogres that Robin “Obama” Hood and Joe “McCain” Louis vow to battle come January. Over there is the Grim Reaper, our failing health care system, lurching along, feet bound in red tape, black hooded cloak torn in back exposing the vulnerability of the millions who can’t afford health insurance. Finally enter Pegasus, the winged perpetrator of the energy crisis, gluttonously grabbing fistfuls of our nation’s wealth and soaring away, enriching faraway countries.
Don’t you dare miss this grown-up post-Halloween party Nov. 4! We’re each allotted one precious piece of candy to deposit into the waiting bag of Obama or McCain. Because not voting? Now that’s scary.
