As This Neighborhood’s Oldest Rubber Yard Zombie, I Call for an End to Our Severed Arms Race

We lurch toward Halloween amidst gaping societal wounds.

I appeal to you now as our neighborhood’s elder statesman of gore. (Image credit: Audrey Burges)

My oozing brethren, I come to you now — as our neighborhood’s elder statesman of gore — to groan the words you should all be thinking, if you have any BRAAAAIIIINNNSSSS…