“If chaos had a costume, it’d show up wearing shoulder pads. Smelling like burnt popcorn. And insisting everything’s ‘under control.’ Bless its heart.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. And call upon the ancestors. Specifically Big Mama, who once banished a possum from her porch using nothing but a flip‑flop and the power of prayer. Because it’s Halloween season in Deep South Mississippi. And we need every spiritual reinforcement available to cope with this current administration. I’m not naming names. I’m just saying the vibes are giving “haunted VCR that eats tapes,” and the ancestors are tired. So gather ‘round the fire, clutch your candy corn like it’s a stress ball, and let’s talk about Things I Trust More Than This Current Administration: Halloween Edition in 1980s Style.
Before we get to this list, let me set the scene properly. Picture me standing in my kitchen. Wearing neon‑orange leg warmers. Holding a pumpkin‑spice latte that tastes like regret. And staring at the news like it’s a possessed Speak & Spell from 1985. The ancestors are pacing. The cats are judging. And I’m over here thinking, “You know what? I trust the ghost living in my attic. The one who only communicates by rearranging my Tupperware. Which is more than whatever this administration is doing.”
It’s Halloween season. The veil is thin. The vibes are chaotic. And the spirits are whispering, “Make a list, baby. Make a list before you lose your religion.” So with full Southern sass. 1980s hairspray confidence. And the emotional support of three extremely opinionated cats. Let’s get into the things I trust more than this current administration. Hold onto your britches. It’s about to get spooky.
10 Things I Trust More Than This Current Administration
(with commentary from Piper, Coco, and Tinkerbell)
- A 1987 Ouija board I bought at a yard sale from a woman named Earlene who swore it only summoned “friendly spirits and one confused raccoon.”
Piper: “I’d trust the raccoon. He seems organized.”
- The structural integrity of a mall fountain after 400 unsupervised Gen X kids threw pennies, gum, and possibly a Walkman into it.
Coco: “Honestly, that fountain had grit. Unlike some folks.”
- The last slice of pizza from ShowBiz Pizza Place that’s been sitting under the heat lamp since Reagan was in office.
Tinkerbell: “It’s aged like fine wine. Government? Not so much.”
- A haunted Teddy Ruxpin whose batteries died in 1989 but still whispers “Hey there, friend…” at 3 AM.
Piper: “At least he’s consistent.”
- The neighborhood witch who sells ‘love potions’ out of her trunk behind the Piggly Wiggly.
Coco: “She’s never lied to me. Can’t say that about everybody.”
- The ghost of every VHS tape that got eaten alive by a VCR and now roams the earth seeking revenge.
Tinkerbell: “Justice for The NeverEnding Story.”
- A bowl of mystery candy corn that’s been in your grandma’s crystal dish since 1982 and has the texture of sidewalk chalk.
Piper: “I’d eat it before I’d trust them.”
- The clown from the 1986 Halloween carnival who smelled like Marlboros and existential dread.
Coco: “He had a plan. A weird plan, but a plan.”
- The demon that lived in your old Lite-Brite and rearranged the pegs at night.
Tinkerbell: “At least he was creative.”
- The spirit of every cat who has ever knocked something off a counter just to assert dominance.
All three cats in unison: “We understand leadership.”
Listen. If the ancestors wanted to send us a sign, they’d probably use a malfunctioning 1980s smoke machine, a neon‑green goblin, and a cassette tape labeled “DO NOT PLAY.” And honestly? I’d trust that whole production more than whatever this administration is doing on any given Tuesday.
Halloween teaches us many things. Don’t split up. Don’t investigate the noise. Don’t trust a politician who couldn’t find Mississippi on a map if you drew a big ol’ arrow and wrote “Right Here, Sugar.”
As my Aunt Loretta always said, “If the devil shows up wearing a Members Only jacket, at least you know he’s committed to a look.”
Now go forth and light your sage. Pet your cats like they’re furry emotional support therapists who accept payment in treats and gossip. And remember. If things get too spooky, too chaotic, or too reminiscent of a malfunctioning 1980s government PSA, just channel your inner final girl. I’m talking BIG hair, bigger attitude, and the kind of confidence only found in someone who survived a haunted roller rink. And still made it to homeroom on time.
Strut right past the chaos like you’ve got backstage passes to a Def Leppard concert. A fresh can of Aqua Net in your purse. And the ancestors cheering you on from the spiritual bleachers yelling, “That’s My Baby!”
Because when the world gets wild, you don’t crumble. You sashay. You sparkle. You stomp through the nonsense like you’re wearing rhinestone‑covered Reeboks. And the devil himself owes you money. And if anyone or anything tries to rattle your peace? Just give them that classic Southern side‑eye that says, “Bless your heart. But not today.”
Affirmation: I walk in humor, protection, and high‑volume 1980s confidence. No earthly foolishness can shake my spirit, my peace, or my hair.
***Don’t forget to watch the video!***
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