And here we go again! With varying degrees of indignation, thousands of other believers before me have expressed their negative thoughts about this holiday. So I'll spare you my personal rhetoric on the matter, and confine myself to an act that speaks volumes about the collective unconsciousness that surrounds the phenomenon.
As you probably know, our beautiful province has a staggering annual rate of suicide. As I write these lines, we're at three per day, no less. Incidentally, the middle class has more suicides than the opposite classes, especially among men between 18 and 45. So yes, home, the poor as rich as life can be removed. Proof that our values and our way of life in dire need of this element that brings hope and meaning to life? I am deeply convinced. So far as I'm concerned, the little ones dress up once a year in Peter Pan, kitten or flying superhero, then drugged them with sugar until the hysteria, it can always go. But anything that glorifies or trivializes death, fear, blood dripping everywhere ... could capaaaaaaaaaaaaaaable!
To better understand me, let me tell you a little story. It was not so long ago, right here in Quebec, a father found his eldest son, the first shades of twilight, hung from a hook in the ceiling of the award to the bottom of the back yard. While the family German shepherd howling like a wolf shocked, the father yelled to turn it to heart-rending the ax, lifting the body already lifeless from his son, shouting his name all his might as if he hoped to reach it from another dimension ...
Quick question: if you were the father, or brother this desperate, how would you feel when in rehearsal (during the halloweeeeeeen !!!), you get to the cemetery lawns decorated with characters from horror movies and hanging from trees ?!? Is it I who am too sensitive or should we suffer of deep unconsciousness to find it funny and moving forward with a decor as profoundly disrespectful that macabre? Exactly, it's disrespectful, immature and unfortunately representative of a society that can no longer trying to make people believe that when one is open, everything can be subject to a good laugh. Yes, it's so just a joke , except of course when it is our son or our father, who held onto a rope around the largest branch of the maple in 'back yard ...
When I think about it, I hate Halloween and sad demonic antics that may ensue ...
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