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Dear Mrs. Higgins,

I know we are in the throes of a recession bordering depression.
Things are bad. Way bad.

Every day the news gets worse. Another bank closes. Stock market plummets.

Freddie Mac, Fannie Mae, Fannie Pack, all in big trouble.

So I was only a little startled to see that Friday after Thanksgiving there were lines at Best Buy several hours before they opened at 4am.

4am. Best Buy. Holy Shit! Really?

I’ve seen pictures of the lines from the last depression. Unshaven guys with tattered clothes standing in line for a bowl of soup.

Now we’re looking at folks, just as troubled, just as passionate, scoring great deals on iPods and DVD players.

I’m thinking that if there really was a depression, would anyone want ANYTHING from Best Buy? (think: food, shelter, clothing, digital cameras)

So, anyway Mrs. H, with all respect for the depression you went
through, but this seems a little like depression lite.

And here is the kicker: a greeter at a Walmart in New York city was crushed to death as the store opened on black Friday (aka black and blue Friday)

Crushed to death.

By people trying to save money on Christmas presents.

I haven’t been so confused about how we celebrate Jesus birth since
“don we now our gay apparel”

Not everyone understands the true meaning of Christmas. That’s why, I’m off to buy a couple electric deer for the front yard, to set an example for the entire neighborhood.
(hope folks don’t think I’m too religious)

Be careful at Walmart,

Mike


Dear Mike,

Yeah. You’re an example alright.

Go light up your deer. Hopefully the neighbor kids won’t “arrange” them this year.

Mrs H.