Tis the season

OK, Black Friday.

Let me back up and say that it was way too fucking early when I saw Christmas decorations in September. I knew that was the beginning of the end.

But let's embrace capitalism and greed, certainly the hallmark of any holiday season.

The mall here opened at 1 a.m. That's one in the fucking morning. People were lined up since 7 a.m. on Thursday. By the time the sunset, drunk rowdies showed up and tried to cut to the front of the line. They were rebuked, violently, and the police were on hand to maintain order. When it was time for people to enter, they surged forward so violently one of the doors was ripped from the frame. Most folks were there with hopes of getting something free -- there were unfounded rumors that Nintendo Wiis would be given away.

In any event, for a time of year that's supposed to be about caring and loving, these bargain hunters seemed to show their true colors.

I haven't cared for the Black Friday rush at all. It was bad enough the Christmas I worked in the mall. I hated the people, I hated the music. The only thing that came close was last year, when Corp X was blaring fucking carols over the speakers on the call center floor.

I like the idea of giving and sharing, but I think that giving should be an all-year sorta thing. Bowling over other shoppers and fighting over the best deal isn't about giving, it's about greed.

I could go on about this, I think I have just about every year. But I'll save that for another day. It's been a long fucking week and I'm anxious to kick back and kill some shit.