Pinatas: I want you to close your eyes and think of a pinata. Picture a blindfolded child swinging a bat at the pinata. The pinata moves out of the way as the person at the end of the rope makes it jump about wildly. The child swings again and again. The Pinata continues its merry dance until the randomness of its erratic movements and the swinging of the bat brings the two into destructive contact. The Pinata explodes and a shower of treats rains down on the ecstatic children below.
Now open your eyes and face the reality of a Pinata.
They never, and I do mean never, explode into a shower of treats.  The children all line up and each take their swings, but even if they should make contact the Pinata holds firm. Like a sadistic piggy bank refusing to give up its coins. Eventually the kids and the adults get tired of the whole endeavor.
First, they stop pulling the rope at all, but even hanging still it doesn't produce any results.
Next the blindfold is discarded. The children's interest is renewed, but rapidly wanes as even the benefit of sight produces no better results.
Ultimately we end with the pinata lying on the ground as one of the larger kids (or even an adult) beats the thing like the proverbial horse.
Should someone actually get lucky enough to breach the pinatas exterior while it is still airborne, no explosion of candy results. Instead, if you are lucky one or two sad pieces of candy slide out, but no more. More likely nothing falls out and the hole just serves as mockery while the pinata continues to hold fast. 
But before we completely turn away from the concept of a pinata in disgust. Let's look at a few more facets of the endeavor.
First of all, who is really getting any joy out of the thing? In reality the only ones are the adults as they laugh at the children swinging wildly and ineffectually. In other words, this is mocking our youngsters while they fail at a task they have no hope of completing.
Secondly, about half the time the children end up getting the last laugh as one of the "helpful" adults in the area  ends up taking an essentially deserved shot to a vital area as little Billy starts swinging wildly before they can get clear.
And thirdly, now-a-days pinatas are made to look like our kids TV and movie heroes. Not the villains, mind you, because that would make sense. So instead of having them beat the tar out of evil doers and villains, we have them beat the tar out of Superman or Elmo or Curious George.
In conclusion, while I would love to regale you with tales of pinatas past and multi-colored torrents of confections erupting from within, sadly I cannot. Instead I can only tell you of one Dora. Who having done nothing more offending than explored where her curiosity would take her, ended up with her head hanging high overhead while her decapitated body lay on the ground taking repeated blunt force trauma from a five iron.
 - Or a shower of anything for that matter.
 - It's only a flesh wound.
 - Most likely its the one who spins the blindfolded kid around before letting them loose with a blunt weapon
 - Take that you simian freak! And tell that yellow hatted man if he knows what's good for him he won't show his face around here!