Black Friday, or the capitalismgasm

Myself, as with many of you (many assuming that people actually read this thing), indulged myself upon numerous helpings of yams, or sweet potatoes to us who reside below the Mason-Dixon line, stuffing, green peas, gravy, cranberry sauce, and turkey (you didn't stare @ it did you (see yesterday's post)?). Yet before I retired for the evening, for myself I watched a most enjoyable Nightmare before Christmas... sad thing is I still think a severed head is an appropriate gift for several people I know, there had been a throng of people who had delved head first into the money-saving ecstasy known as Black Friday. For those who obsess over the tiniest price, or the seasonal must haves (you know who you are Furby lover, and you disgust me), are indelibly responsible for the capitalistic nature not of just Christmas, but society in general. For if we eliminate the capitalistic nature of Christmas, the economic structure of the United States would have to change drastically to survive. Think of it, without Black Friday, would many companies survive as we know it (surely not without a government buyout). Yet the image of thousands of people pressed up against the glass awaiting that shimmering Holy Grail of crap (changes annually) , or standing in line on a cold Friday morn in November, a fog of melancholy and Dunkin' Donuts surrounding them. These are the pathetic masses which drive the economy every year, for without them, we would not be letting go of that all important dollar, putting it back in to the economy. Instead, we would prolly wait until we needed something to buy it.
Well, leaving that disasterous pustule that is Black Friday behind, some of you will not head to the stores on that blister of a day, and instead spend it as most should, someplace warm without screaming children or parents. In this blissful seclusion there is almost always sports to be watched. After watching Texas barely get by that Downs-syndrome of a program called Texas A&M (just don't get them angry, you wouldn't like them when they are angry), I am actually looking forward to some Gator Basketball, despite almost all inevitability of a loss (for some odd reason, Michigan State is only favored by five.) For the rest of the sports spectrum we have the Iron Bowl, where I think the team that has slept with the most livestock wins. If you live in Alabama, your life is already marked up as a loss, so get over it. You know its bad when the marquee matchup of the evening is Pitt vs. Western Virginia in football. If you have yet to lose a loved one in a coal mine collapse, you prolly care more about that leftover gravy in the fridge.
For myself, I will prolly settle for watching my former college get molested in basketball and spend the rest of the evening in front of a battered CRT monitor either wasting time by playing video games or trying to squeeze some creativity out of the intellectual black-hole that is my current environs.



Sic Semper Tyrannosaurus


Dave