I’ll never understand what could possess someone to Christmas shop on “Black Friday.” To me, it’s a yet-to-be-categorized psychiatric disorder, characterized by millions of fevered, bovine, belly-bucking strangers and unsavory types, who at every other time of the year claim to be dead broke, fighting and clawing each other over flat-screen TV’s and other such “essentials of life.” I mean really, at what other time of the year can you witness twenty women getting into a fistfight over discounted lingerie?
Furthermore, it’s a cattle call invitation for pickpockets, thieves, shoplifters, “teen” mob assailants, armed robbers and carjackers to descend on their obsessed and distracted victims like a baby seal slaughter. Those who survive this wholly-manufactured orgy of holiday consumerism intact will no doubt claim economic victory. Others won’t be so lucky. Nothing says “holiday spirit” like being gunned down or beaten half to death in a food court or mall parking lot.
Ho-Ho-Ho -— and watch you six.
I saw these news stories recently touting events at stores (like parties) to draw shoppers (since physically visiting a brick-and-mortar store seems so “20th century”); those attempts to lure people with money will fail as long as the underclass (of any color) shows up. People that matter have no interest in being exposed to savage people that don’t matter.
I go out mostly to get deals for myself. This year, Did’s Sporting Goods had .22 cal ammunition at $40 for 1000 rounds. I’m leading a summer camp for about 100 boys next year and I just saved us a ton on ammo.
That and Home Depot and I’m done.
I’ll be home having a turkey sandwich.