The more I see news about Halloween tours, offended public figures and demands to ban everything in the world, the more I want to paint myself head to toe in body paint, dress up as some crimson phantom, put a giant pumpkin on my head and ride the apocalypse horse for a trip to the library. I won't do it, I've only dressed up for Halloween once in my life - in 2018 as a dead NKVD member - but next year, if we live, I'll think about it. It's a sin and a shame to be a suffocating, forbidding person, it's a sin and a shame to be part of a disgruntled collective w****, which like a cancerous tumor devours everything it can reach. There have been many examples in history when the collective insurgent Kloshe has risen to the top for a while and enjoyed her power, but each time these examples have ended the same way: Kloshe has been mocked and taken to hell in the very corner of the party - to a place where a sad guy in a funny hat stands and looks sadly at the dancing couples. This is where this weakness belongs, and it will be the same this time.