In the aftermath of the trauma of 9-11, President Bush gave us this advice:
The ability to consume. That is our heritage. Damn the economy. To heck with the environment, education, and the sinking stock market.
Our ability to — no, our NEED to consume seems to know no bounds.
Note that this is not the consumption that our forefathers celebrated the first Thanksgiving. Back then they called consumption a disease. Among other things, consumption was more likely known as a “progressive wasting of the body” … not picking up something at the country store.
Based on what I read in this morning’s papers, we should go back to the old meaning of “consumption” — that of a deadly disease.
It is bad enough that two people pulled out their guns and died in a shoot-out at Toys R Us after their respective female companions got engaged in a bloody brawl.
But that a crowd of shoppers would actually trample to death the poor WalMart employee who has the unfortunate job of opening the door in the morning?
This, my friends, is sick. Shopping meets greed meets madness meets total lack of disregard for any one meets violence.
Welcome to the new Kris Kringle.
I am thankful for a lot of things.
Not shopping on the Friday after Thanksgiving is one of many.