How to do the wrong thing right “Hey, hey, Donald J; how many lies did you tweet today?” To call it an auspicious omen, I’m still a bit hesitant; nonetheless, Oct.
31 falls this year, rather cryptically, on a Saturday, replete with a full moon. And spookily enough, it is the second full moon of the month, also called a “blue moon” — rare enough that the term defines its unusual occurrence.
What a perfect storm of the macabre to make it blue; how stratospherically remote are the chances of any “holiday” so traditionally ridiculous as All Hallows’ Eve ever paying out triple-jackpot slots?
Cute little feather-braided Pocahontas and Quarantine Couch Potato know perfectly well where the spectral blunt of this season’s treats-free blame truly