Can You Smell That?

It's the smell of millions of stinky little kids getting excited about Halloween. The best day of the year: combines candy with social interaction and just enough danger to be interesting. Naturally, a bunch of wankers have recently gone through scads of old newspapers and found that there never actually was a razor in an apple, nor poisoned candy, nor any white slavery ring that kidnapped unescorted children. Spoilsports.

It seems--neither here nor there--that in Chicago there is segregated trick-or-treating. Over in what's left of Little Italy/Maxwell Street (the part that isn't under UIC), white kids went out Sunday night and black kids are on for tonight. People who live in the neighborhood actually try to get on the approved lists of one of the races so they can give away candy. In a racist way. What is wrong with these fucking people?