Part of Halloween is eating candy. As a kid, there was a definite confection hierarchy. And, at the bottom were - and are - Circus Peanuts. These fuckers...I would curse the houses that handed them out. With the consistency of styrofoam and the flavor of chemical bananas, Circus Peanuts weren't even "emergency candy." You know, the stuff you normally wouldn't eat, but if you got it for free, you'd use it when you needed a sugar fix.
Just look at them:
Like a pile of stale maggots. They offend me - and you - with their very existence. If there is an existential threat to America, it's not radical Islam, an expanding China or a resurgent Russia. It's these things. In a perfect world, every Circus Peanut would burn in Hell.
In closing:
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