The 34-year-old worker who died Friday morning after opening up the doors to the Long Island-based Wal-Mart store and being trampled was a beautiful, sacrificial death.
How wonderful that there are American citizens willing to give up their lives so that others may shop for great deals. It brings a tear to my eye. And even more intense was when it became apparent that this person -- this suicidal door opener -- had indeed succumbed to his death, shoppers continued to pour in and ignored what was on the floor before them.
At least we now have another job description for Wal-Mart workers, along with greeter, cashier, etc. Suicidal door-openers. You gotta love America, the land of opportunity.
As a firm believer in karma, I have no doubt that those who stepped upon this man will suffer for their disgusting behavior. Perhaps they will became agoraphobic and forced to watch their newly-purchased flat screen televisions for the rest of their lives. I don't know, but it chills me to the bone to think that some crappy STUFF was more important than a man's life to these disgusting consumer junkies.
It makes me sick.
If you save $100 by staying in line for hours and getting various discounts, does it really matter in the grand scheme of things? Could your child have ONE less toy apiece and let you go shop during normal hours when the doors aren't clogged by savages?
It truly was a Black Friday, but I suspect that Wal-Mart will continue the tradition in the years to come. Because they know what is important: Providing the CRAP to the consumers at a reduced rate. It's really all there is.
I am thankful that I care more about human beings than I do about stuff. Today, yesterday and forever.
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