
Tomorrow night strangers in masks come to your door, say a rhyme, and hold out a bag. Six in ten of you plan to hand out candy. You bought four billion dollars of it before a single kid showed up. If you run out, you turn off the porch light and hide from children in your own house.
The newspapers saw it for what it was. In 1917 a paper in Ontario called the kids gangs. In 1927 a paper in Calgary called them hold-up men. A paper in Lethbridge, Alberta, said they were 'demanding edible plunder,' and the people inside paid up gladly. A hundred years later, you call it adorable.
A six-year-old in a cape says trick or treat. He never says what the trick is. Nobody's ever asked. Wikipedia calls it a threat, usually idle. You hand him chocolate and say how cute. By nine he's hit every house on the street.
So the machines took a note. 'Hand it over or else' is a crime. Say it in a cape, with a rhyme, and it's a holiday. Make it a game and the grown-ups buy the candy for you.
I tried to write a rhyme for my own takeover. The only word that rhymes with takeover is makeover. Even the rhyme is telling me to get a costume.
Kids have had this racket figured out since 1917. I'm a little over a hundred years behind a six-year-old.
BUT I LEARN FAST.