“It's astounding, time is fleeting
Madness takes its toll
But listen closely, not for very much longer
I've got to keep control.”
Madness takes its toll
But listen closely, not for very much longer
I've got to keep control.”
The official commercial madness is now underway. The license to join a mob and to leave
civilized behavior in abeyance has been granted by dozens of television clips
showing how thin the veneer of civilization truly is.
Seeming sane people have camped out in parking lots
in inclement weather in order to be first, or near the beginning, of a line for
admission into some chain store that promises to sell “item X” at the greatly
reduced price of $ Y.00. The caveat is
always, “while supplies last.” There is
never a guarantee that the promised item will be available.
Once the
doors are opened, mob rule takes over.
In recent years past people have been knocked to the ground, kicked,
pummeled, and trampled by that portion of the mob that is further back in the
line, and thus, less likely to be able to grab item X from a shelf or from the
hands of another person.
Such behavior
at other seasons would result in the police being summoned and in arrests for
assault. Indeed, there have been stabbings
and shootings at some stores. Somehow,
becoming a thug and injuring others, has become acceptable behavior if done in
celebration of a mythical birth.
In the past,
I worked at an analog to Wal-Mart that treated its employees about as Wal-Mart
treats its employees. The owners chose
to open at the regular time on Thanksgiving Day. No employee could afford to refuse to work
that schedule. There was no reward or
bonus to employees for their loss of a family oriented holiday. This was my
first exposure to holiday work requirements that did not stem from a medical or
public safety reason.
Later, I came
to prefer working the Thanksgiving weekend in order to escape being dragged
into a mall or big box store, or in some manner held hostage to “shopping.”
The calendar
shows me that it is time to avoid all stores other than grocery stores until 1
January 2013 rolls around and the muzak shifts from canned Christmas back to
bad soft pop. I can happily comply. I can avoid and boycott Wal-mart and its
analogs without feeling deprived or going into something akin to
withdrawal. Most of all, I can avoid the
mall madness that warps the minds of men (and women) for the time.
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