The election is finally behind us, and many are left with empty chunks of time. Those hours that had been dedicated to checking polls, watching speeches and arguing with your friends and family about who had the best debate performance have come to a merciful end.

We have all woken up with a serious political hangover and now we need to find our keys and start driving home to the real world.

I recently watched an interview with David McCullough, the author of Pulitzer-winning books on American political figures like John Adams and Harry Truman. He pointed out that despite the record amount of money spent on this election, there was really nothing of substance presented that would stand the test of time.

I’m an elitist Halloween snob. I freely admit that I have a few hard and fast rules that I impose in a Pentecostal way.

For example, I oppose sexy Halloween costumes if they only exist for the sake of being sexy. An effort to simply show skin at Halloween is a sacrilege to what I believe is the beauty of Halloween: creativity and humor. The true judge of your costume is the reaction that others have and I have never been impressed by a costume just because it was sexy.

I take this time of year as an outlet to set aside all levels of political correctness. Normally, I am sensitive to the tragedies experienced by others, but on Halloween, all bets are off and I will eagerly use these tragedies to shock and amuse others.