I've grown to hate Black Friday. And no, not because of lines and traffic to some of my local shopping venues. Ever since I heard the story of that Wal-Mart employee getting trampled to death back in 08, I never wanted to shop on Black Friday again. You must understand, I'm usually incredibly optimistic, but for the first time in a long time, I lost a shit ton of faith in humanity, in America, in the mindless fucking throng of consumerism driven sheep that killed an innocent man to get to their iPods and Tvs for a small discount.
I mean, I've heard of people dying in stampedes, I've heard of panic stricken crowds running away from gun shots or bombs and trampling poor individuals to death for fear of their lives. But there were no gun shots, there were no bombs, not even a deranged man with a knife, just the promise of a few good deals. And this warranted the untimely death Jdimytai Damour? What kind of greedy fucking brain dead bastards would mindlessly trample like a spooked herd of ignorant cows? It still pisses me off, the whole inhumanity of it all, the injustice, no one was even prosecuted, fucking disgusting. I just hope the bastard that dealt the death blow can still feel and hear the crack of Mr. Damour's neck and revels in the guilt for the remainder of his days.
All this day reminds me of is the mindless consumerism that culminated in the untimely death of an innocent man. Keep your fucking deals.
Even as I walk through the shadow of the Valley of Death, I shall fear no Evil. Semper Fidelis