Oh For Black Friday

Once again our hearld day Black Friday is so rudely complicated by the preceding nuisance of Thanksgiving. Like lemmings and consumer drones en masse the populace rush to the altar of saving money never mind the rare family warmth we could extend another day to our own but no, mammon calls. Corporate need calls. They call, we run as we revel in the cynicism against the family get together that might actually communicate something qualified to change peoples lives but we are cynical about the gift of family healing because those we entrusted to preserve that family warmth and healing themselves sold out to the money. I have wanted out of this too, forgetting the higher rewards of family depth.
In the beginning we did stay home but the stores would not remain closed because they wanted money, however the people were not cooperating, so they lured us out with offers to, save money. The practice grew larger and larger and now we have nothing more but saving money lemming minds knowing not what else to do but slam up against their front doors to take the bait. The stores could stay closed on Friday so all could further enjoy that family warmth and perhaps realize the things that may make us nervous are really nothing after all, a discovery that half another lifetime of passing may need before finally knowing it, but alas, greed dictates the day does it not? The opportunity for real family warmth and closeness is lost to a quick feed your face family get together then, "gotta get home, get ready, get plenty of sleep for the big day tommorrow".
We run from the warmth of home like hurried zombies to the halls of mass consumerism so excited, so willingly team players without a team, if only we would look around us. Wherever the money leads we shall lurch forth. The economic force run where it may, the chips fall as they may. And to those in God's house rooting on this economic force do you ever notice how much more this nation's family values and morals descend as money's influence ascends? What could you be thinking. Too "unholy" a thought to connect the dots? Too much weight on the American cross, too much witness to regain the lost? The chips fall where they may.

America isn't dead yet but it sure is getting sick.