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Yeah, I had the same disgusted and depressed response to the news this year. It is so sad to see this and then to see my fellow citizens railing about an attack on christmas because some clerk says "happy holidays". I guess America has always been this way. Most people don't understand the Constitution and don't get the whole concept of democracy, and probably never will. A majority now think Bush is a liar and an asshole. Big deal. Just wait until the next nimrod needs their blind obedience after the next dramatic domestic terrorist attack. Well, Merry Christmas you F***ing Bastards.

Earl Bockenfeld

Stan Freberg and his great 'Green Chri$tma$' still has a punch but not as hefty as some of those 1st day shoppers.

CRATCHET: Well, I guess you fellows will never change.
SCROOGE: Why should we? Christmas has two s's in it, and they're both dollar signs.
CRATCHET: Yeah, but they weren't there to begin with.
CRATCHET: The people keep hoping you'll remember. But you never do.
SCROOGE: Remember what?

CRATCHET: Whose birthday we're celebrating.
SCROOGE: Well, ....... don't get me wrong. The story of Christmas, in its simplicity, is a good thing - I'll buy that. It's just that we know a good thing when we see it.
CRATCHET: But don't you realize Christmas has a significance, a meaning.
SCROOGE: A sales curve! Wake up, Cratchet, it's later than you think.
CRATCHET: I know, Mr. Scrooge, I know.
CHORUS: On the first day of Christmas,
The advertising's there, with
Newspaper ads,
Billboards too,
Business Christmas cards,
And commercials on a pear tree. . .
Jingles here, jingles there,
Jingles all the way.
Dashing through the snow,
In a fifty-foot coup-e
O'er the fields we go,
Selling all the way. . .
Deck the halls with advertising,
What's the use of compromising,
Fa la la la la la la la la.


cali dem

Is this the first year the day after Thanksgiving has been called "Black Friday?" What happened to "buy nothing day?"


I heard one of the "buy nothing day" proponents on the radio yesterday. It's still out there. On the other hand, we've all read how newspapers aren't making as much money as they'd like, so they're plumping for their advertisers by promoting "Black Friday." It's not the first time that phrase has been used, but it did seem a little more prominent this year.

Too cynical? Maybe.

Exiled in NJ

The phrase was usually preceded, at least by local television news, as 'the traditional Black Friday.' In accounting circles, it was the day merchants books would go from the red into the black.


Count me in among those who have never heard "Black Friday" before this year. This is all part of some circle, the retailers are worried about sales because everyone is worse off so the local news outlets are pimping the "everyone is shopping til they drop" in order to create some keeping up with the Jonses self destructive buying spree.

Of course I get really cynical about this sort of commericalist crap, so I could be wrong about this.

The Viscount

I think Black Friday is an apt description. I would never subject myself to going to the stores on that day.

Why aren't the idiots like Charles Gibson or Shill O'Reilly offended by the greed, avarice and sickening behavior of people who trample over women so they can get a good deal?

"When Black Friday comes
I'm gonna dig myself a hole
Gonna lay down in it 'til
I satisfy my soul
Gonna let the world pass by me
The Archbishop's gonna sanctify me
And if he don't come across
I'm gonna let it roll
When Black Friday comes
I'm gonna stake my claim
I'll guess I'll change my name"

From "Black Friday" by Walter Becker and Donald Fagen


That Steely Dan song which you cite was about the stock market crash back in 1929, but it has a certain timeless quality to it, doncha think?

Exiled in NJ

Imagine the reaction of the Faux News boys had the Monroe Walmart scene taken place in New Orleans after Katrina.

Anne Laurie

On the other hand, I was in a Toys'R'Usurious last night, Saturday evening post-Thanksgiving, and the crowds were no greater than I'd expect for a "normal" Saturday. Nor did the displays give much evidence of being picked over, much less trashed. There's certainly an unusual level of free-floating anxiety in the air (& on the internets) this season, but I think (hope?) that the particular terror of retailers pushing exaggerated BARGAINS! in LIMITED QUANTITIES! at ever-more-unrealistic opening hours may have reached its terminal efflorescence this year. (And, yes, this is the first time I've heard the phrase "Black Friday" used on the local tv news, although it was widely used in the business pages.) All the chain stores are terrified, not so much about particular sales levels, but about Missing Their Earnings Goals by some fraction of a percentage point and thereby taking down their stock value on Wall Street. (Again, the local news was reporting on Saturday about Friday's sales levels, or the conflicting tallies of such sales levels by the retailers, the credit companies, and the sales-tracking companies -- very meta.) I think the advertising-driven, the "traditionalists", and the desperate may have finished their shopping battles before noon on Friday, salivating like Pavlov's dogs after retailer-driven loss-leaders and fad-shortages. But I'm really waiting to see the reported sales for the next couple of pre-Xmas weekends, because I wonder if the spiral of Wall-Street-driven chains pursuing media-driven consumers may have reached its natural implosion point.

harry near indy

i went into the local branch of my bank on friday, the day after thanksgiving, and talked with one of the tellers about the deep foolishness of christmas shopping during the weekend after thanksgiving.

she made a very interesting point -- the people who go there like excitement in their lives. it gives them a thrill.

on the good side, some people do more daredevlish things than i would -- like climb mountains or race cars.

on the bad side, some people are trying to recreate the moderately to deeply dysfunctional situations in which they were raised -- when you didn't know if the alcoholic parent would be nice or nasty.

they aren't real comfortable with peace and quiet and a regular process in life, like a stream flowing at its regular pace. so they recreate chaos and disorder.

people who do this are drama royalty -- kings and queens.

Exiled in NJ

harry, your bank teller hit the nail on its head. When I read the link about the shopping group with walkie-talkies, it reminded me of some type of team sport, like the touch football we used to play every Saturday, or on the beach in summer, when the cry would go out to get the women and children off the sand. Pictures of Pamplona came to mind. Yes there is a little greed mixed into it, but it is also the thrill of being able to belly up to the bar, or the buffet, and say 'I got a real steal on a laptop at Walmart.' The laugh is on the buyers. Every piece of equipment I've ever bought from HP or Compaq has been crap.


What is really da tru meaning of christmas?dis sucks WIERD

dis says notin

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