October 30th is basically the poor man’s Halloween.
It’s the day that everyone thinks is Halloween until they realize October actually has thirty-ONE days.
Why did we decide to celebrate dead people anyway? They’re dead! Who cares?
Dead people don’t deserve any honor or respect. If they were so great, maybe they’d still be alive.
Your only job as a human being is to STAY ALIVE and you couldn’t even do that right, dead people.
My only goal in life is to not die—ever.
No mortals are deserving of respect. Show me an immortal extraterrestrial—now that’s something I’d dedicate October 31st to.
We need to raise our standards in terms of which people deserve our respect, because dead people certainly don’t belong on that list. I’m not even worried about speaking ill of the dead; ghosts aren’t real, so they can’t haunt me. I know that typically, in movies, someone saying something like this is usually followed up by them going home and getting haunted by a vengeful ghost, but I doubt any ghosts actually have the stones to haunt me. I dare all ghosts to haunt me immediately and cause me unceasing emotional torment. I DOUBLE-DARE THEM.
Do it. You won’t.
Also, is Halloween about celebrating dead people, or about celebrating monsters? It concerns me slightly that we relate the two so closely.
Until next time,
Michael J. Erickson, CEO & Co-Founder
