Trick or Treat: The neighborhood kids come around for a hand-out of candy, dressed up to scare or delight. You turn your lights on and decorate to lure them to your home and drop a Snickers of Almond Joy into a bag or pillow case. If you opt not to give the kids candy, you simply turn off the light and the hoards of sugar-crazed children go elsewhere to harvest.
It’s up to you. Decide to participate or not to participate as you are moved to do. If you don’t turn your light on, you miss the kids decked out in their finest. I buy two or three bags of the good candy from Costco and stand by for the ghosts and goblins to arrive, flanked by caring parents.
I did the same a many Americans who were too lazy to cook on a Saturday Halloween night – I ordered a pizza. Can you believe it? When the pizza delivery guy brought a fresh, hot, fragrant pizza, he expected me to pay for it! He was a white kid – likely a racist and a capitalist (today all capitalists are painted as racists or traitors to their race) because he hinted at a tip for bringing the pizza on time, cooked to order. If I snatched the pizza and slammed the door without paying, I’d have been a thief. If everyone defrauded them, the pizza shop, the delivery boy and the people who supply the pizza shop with ingredients would all go out of business.
Socialism is a form of robbery – theft – and it has the same social impact as my and others’ failure to pay for pizza. There is no more pizza. No more jobs for the guys who make the sausage, whirl the dough, grow the onions and peppers, or blend the sauce. At the State Pizza Shop, you stand in line like a beggar, waiting for the pizza. It arrives cold, the dough isn’t baked (a green pizza made without energy) and there isn’t sauce, cheese or anything on it. However, all pizzas are the same now.
The kids in their costumes wear one costume – perhaps that of young pioneer – and come around to shake you down, threatening to denounce you to the Dear Leader unless you pay them (does that sound like SEIU?). The love of voluntary contributions is gone, the joy of giving becomes a cancer that eats the giver and the republic is replaced by a sinister force that is feared.
Which is the better part? For me, for my family and my friends, we’re fine with working and earning, ordering a pizza with the money we earned and when the kids come around, they’re going to get two or three large pieces of candy – not because we’re forced to do it, but because that’s what we want the world to be like.