I guess this is why they call it "Black Friday."

"Walmart worker trampled to death when shoppers burst through the doors this morning, taking the doors off the hinges. Really, what could be worth trampling a man to death at Walmart?These are some sick mofos." ~~Sfd928~~

"In college, I worked a black Friday at Macy's. I was stocking a Christmas wrapping sales display near a doorway. The boss said, whether you're finished or not, get yourself off the floor before the store opens, go drink coffee for awhile. Well, I didn't notice the thousand women outside the door & I was still stocking when the doors were unlocked. They came at me in a mob grabbing wrapping out of my hands, pushing at me. I struggled through the crowd, went to the lunchroom, the boss was there reading a newspaper, took one look at me & said, 'I warned you."' ~~ Bob~

Those two comments from my previous post were prophetic and sad. Imagine working your 9-5 at Wal Mart, earning seven bucks an hour to help make ends meet, only to lose your life to a bunch of assholes who are trying to save a few bucks on some cheap appliances. I mean I know that New Yorkers are supposed to be rude, but this is ridiculous.

So now we are reduced to this; literally killing each other in the name of commercialism. And I am going to keep it real with you: (Don't I always?) Look at the people in that picture. Can someone tell me why the hell my cousins love material shit so much? We should be the last group of people in this economic climate out spending like there is no tomorrow and trampling people to get to shit, but there we are; PlayStation or bust!

But of course, this madness is not limited to one group of people. As I said in my previous post, it is an A-merry-can phenomenon, and it seems like this kind of stuff happens every year. (Is there something in the air vents at Wal Mart ?)

And where does the responsibility of these large box store companies begin? When is it too much to say that I am going to give away ten flat screen television sets to the first ten people who come through the door? At what point do we hold these clowns accountable for their actions?

"Witnesses said he tried to hold back the crowds as they took the doors right off their hinges in the dash when the store opened at 5 a.m. this morning for Black Friday:

'He was bum-rushed by 200 people,' said Jimmy Overby, 43, a co-worker. 'He was trampled and killed in front of me. They took me down too...I literally had to fight people off my back.'
A pregnant shopper who made her way inside the store with the masses was pushed to the ground and suffered a miscarriage, a witness said. Sadly, no one stopped to help the victims:
Before police shut down the store, eager shoppers streamed past emergency crews as they worked furiously to save the store clerk's life..."

I don't know what the worker's compensation laws are like in New York , but here is hoping that the family of that poor Wal Mart clerk gets themselves a damn good lawyer. And here is hoping that everyone of those sick clowns who bum rushed that store has a conscience, a conscience that doesn't ever let them forget.

You won't find these shoes at Wal-Mart

I have a confession to make: I am somewhat of a clothes pony---not a horse, I don't have that type of loot---During the week I like to rock some nice suits, and every now and then I will throw on my Alexander McQueen or my Hugo Boss suit, just because. So I am not going to kill Mr. Morton because I read about his $520 loafers while visiting one of my favorite blogs, "Crooks & Liars". Hey, the man's wife is filthy rich, and if he can afford to rock $520 Ferragamo loafers, god bless him.

But here is the thing: You can't go around ripping the other guy for being elitist and out of touch when you rock $520 loafers. You just can't. I wonder how many pairs of shoes the "O" man has the costs $520? I am guessing none. I am quite sure that Mr. Morton, on the hand, has quite a few of those bad boys. Hey when you have more homes than the Philadelphia Housing Authority, and you can afford to fly in your own private jet, and pay for your fuel with a Black Centurion Amex Card, you are doing alright. That everyman speech that Mr. Morton likes to give just isn't going to cut it no matter how authentic he wants you to think he is. But this is one of the true ironies of this campaign season. The man who really pulled himself up from his humble beginnings is being painted and elitist by the man who can afford to wear $520 loafers. The same man who voted against raising the minimum wage. Only in A-merry-ca.

Which leads me to something else I wanted talk about: (Thanks Jody and Crooks & Liars) Wal-Mart. Every time I see that big blue sign with the star in the middle I am reminded of a joke I heard somewhere. "If you don't think that god has a sense of humor go to your nearest Wal-Mart store." I bet there are no $520 loafers being sold there. Now it seems that the people who run America's favorite discount store are asking their employees to vote republican. Why? Because those nasty democrats will want unions that's why. (Like that's supposed to be a bad thing) Yeah, let me see now; I work at Wal-Mart busting my ass for $7 an hour, and I am going to vote against the democrats because they might allow unions to come into my work place and possibly get me $10 an hour. Nice.

Anyway, in the spirit of true disclosure, I too have been in the house that Sam built a time or two. And Mrs. Field, a self confessed country girl. ---That means there are Wal-Mart's within a stone's throw of her hometown---loves to bring the occasional merchandise from Sam's place into the field household. But no more, I will resist the urge to buy their cheap goods with everything I have. They have already destroyed Main street A-merry-ca by driving all the Mom and Pop stores out of business, and now they want to tell their workers how to vote? I don't think so.

Sam Walton and everything he stands for can kiss my ass. And so can Mr. Morton's phony ass with his $520 loafers.