The popular shopping day that officially begins the Christmas shopping season; named so because the stores go from "red ink" into the "black ink" zone of profit.
I've decided that this day should be renamed to The Running of the Fools. It's like the Spanish Running of the Bulls, but instead of snorting, stomping beasts that try to trample people, you have snorting, stomping people trying to trample other people.
Sometimes they succeed. This poor person was at his Wal-mart job at five o'clock a.m. trying to hold back crowds until opening time when they went ahead and trampled him to death in pursuit of the great deals! Come on. What does Walmart actually have that is worth knowingly stepping on and over another human being to get to? Damn. Can you imagine if some catastrophic thing happens and people actually need things to survive, like water or food? If an angry mob is willing to kill you for standing between them and the 20% off sale on big screen televisions then I am definitely stocking up on canned foods and bottled water, just in case.
This is insane. I can imagine this unthinking herd, minds only focused on beating the others in line to whatever pointless bauble they are fixated on, not even noticing the human being they are stepping on to get there. No way in Hell would I go out on Black Friday. They need to get ex-Hell's Angels to work the door for them. If anyone so much as tries to break out in a sprint they get a knee cap taken out.
Seriously, what the HELL is wrong with people?