Scary Sh*t

 Seems to me that horror movies, scary costumes and Halloween itself are more than a little bit redundant this year. I mean, fer fuck's sake, I should get a whole bag worth of king size Peppermint Patties, Mounds Bars and Chocolove (the Maple Glazed Salted Pecans in Strong Dark Chocolate, thenkyew) bars, just for reading the news each day.

Ya know who's scarier than Freddy Krueger? I'll tell you—the mentally disturbed fuckhead politicos who, purely fictiously, lead this sorely beleaguered nation. You know the crew. They're the shitheels who suck up to TFG and never miss a chance to ignite their violent and unstable base.

Got any idea as to what I find more frightening than Sharknado? It's the very idea that all my rehab efforts aren't enough. That all my vigilance is imaginary—that, in Realityville, I'm a total slacker.

I'm also afraid that the Republi/Fascist's hero, (that'd be Putin, duh) will just say "fuck it" and nuke Ukraine, triggering world war three and the death of humanity.

AND what about the burning planet? What about the latest upswing in COVID cases?

You can see that I'm right here—reality, for scaring the fecal matter clean outta me, has it ALL over fiction, the movies and other thrillers.

Here, have a black cat. He's not creepy or at all chilling but he does have a certain spooky aura. No?