Gon'a dress as John Kerry for Halloween

I’m about to give up. Right now I’m not sure what is scarier. Bin Laden on video, Kerry in the Whitehouse, a cartoon reality show or the fear of another boob appearing at this season’s super bowl.
No, I don’t know where I’m heading with this yet.
Where exactly are we, as a country, headed? I’m starting to understand why my dad speaks so fondly of “the good ole days.”
Halloween is upon us and I’m having trouble getting into the spirit. It just seems so trivial. I remember as a kid wanting to be something scary for Halloween, but with all that is going on in the world today it’s kind of difficult to get goose bumps over Frankenstein creating a monster from spare human parts when we have cloned sheep and stem cells from aborted fetuses. I can’t get worked up about aliens invading when we have airplanes knocking down skyscrapers. So Halloween is loosing its spooky fun.
I read today that the convicted child molesters have agreed to stay off the streets Sunday so at least I can let the kids go trick-or-treat.
No?
Poisoned candy, Kidnapping, gang shootings, I guess I’ll just crawl back in my cave and hibernate.
Some one please call me when it’s time to wake up.