And catch the grey men when they dive from the 14th floor...

                                                       When Black Friday comes
I'm gonna dig myself a hole

Gonna lay down in it till
I satisfy my soul.
Gonna let the world pass by me

The Archbishops gonna sanctify me

And if he don't come across

I'm gonna let it roll.
When Black Friday comes

I'm gonna stake my clain

I guess I'll change my name.

Gosh. Our version of (ooooooh) BLACK FRIDAY has come and gone and there weren't many bodies left in it's wake, But in social conscience, the name should be changed next year. Call it something more condusive to business and shopping, please. "Shoppers Friday" or "Retail Sale Friday". Black Friday has the undertones of death. It conjures up visons of the Crash of 1929, which saw brokers jumping out of the windows of skyscrapers because the were finished.

Yeah, right. Now we affectionately refer to this pigfaced and poor example of how we have turned into a society that can act like animals as fast as Pavlov's Dog. "Attention Wee Mart Shoppers! We have Rodeo Bob dolls, complete with testicular action for THIRTY-FIVE cents off! Get them while they're hot!" Meanwhile, two female shopping imbeciles slap and pull each others hair while their moronic husbands stand by and laugh at them. "Looks like Tuesday night ECW, eh Bra?" "HA! You is right, Boy! My Betty sorta looks like the Junkyard Dawg!"
                                                                

No one appreciates how our society is the luckiest, most productive and most advanced society in history. We have things now that would have gotten most people burned at the stake five to seven hundred years ago! A simple BIC lighter witnessed by the wrong person would have you at the guillotine for heresy. You make fire and Satan is the only one who can make fire at will, therefor you must be a relation to Satan. AHA! Kill him now. Televison - WHAT!?! You must be mad. Faces and figures in a box that talk!? By Hells Bells, this is demons in a box and only could be the work of Beelzebub! Stick his skinny white ass in the Iron Maiden! That will give him some "entertainment pleasure", courtesy of Mel Brooks and the Inquisition dancers.

The woman in the black and white shot with her two kids in the "dust bowl" was a stark example of pioneer spirit. She didn't give a shit about Barbie dolls or Malibu Mike and his kung fu shorts. In her eyes you can see desparation and the worry that only a mother can show when her children are suffering and she cannot alleviate that for them. It shows in the little girl's eyes; a faraway gaze with a side order of hopelessness. They sit with all of their worldly posessions around them. They don't care about Lord & Taylor and know nothing of any Blue Light Special. This is their Black Friday; their entire life at this point is a Black Friday. We are spoiled rotten and overgrown children and have no idea what it means to really do without. Myself included!

So how do we get out of this death trap we're in? We don't. People are inherently selfish and will never give up their comforts. End of story. No happy endings. Sorry.

BUT! All is not lost. Give what you can; help when/where/who you can; sacrifice something that really means something to you; deliver meals to shut-ins on a holiday; give of yourself. And above all, don't do it for the recognition. Humility is the key to Heaven...