“Suddenly, witnesses and the police said, the doors shattered, and the shrieking mob surged through in a blind rush for holiday bargains. One worker, Jdimytai Damour, 34, was thrown back onto the black linoleum tiles and trampled in the stampede that streamed over and around him. Others who had stood alongside Mr. Damour trying to hold the doors were also hurled back and run over, witnesses said.”
“Wal-Mart Employee Trampled To Death.” New York Times, November 29, 2008.

Over this past holiday weekend I was only slightly shocked to hear about the stampede of death that took place at a Wal-Mart in Valley Stream, New York. It seemed horribly typical to me of the actions of the great consuming hordes of locust-beings that most Americans seem to be. Whipped into a frenzy of greed-lust by historically low prices, this savage throng of filth reared its ugly gnashing head and lashed out in a desperate effort to CONSUME MORE. In its wake it left a trail of destruction, and one dead body.

No, sadly, I was not shocked that such a thing took place in this pitiful excuse for a society. In fact, I half expected it to happen. I could imagine the hordes of fat, ugly Americans driven insane and drooling at the very thought of a $499 LCD TV selling for the unimaginable $299 at some big box Black Friday Bonanza. These glazed eyed eunuchs would line up in the dark of the early morning, sucking Dunkin’ Donuts coffee and working themselves into a murderous frenzy while leafing through the holiday flyers and grunting and growling at each other like something out of a disturbed child’s nightmare. Meanwhile, inside the box stores there would be a small group of underpaid, undereducated, undermanned workers eyeing the crowd with increasing fear.

What really did appall me—other than the death itself—was the news footage shot as the worker’s corpse was being taken away by the emergency crew. Shot from a helicopter, the footage showed the stretcher being pushed by EMTs while shoppers moved by with carts heaping full of merchandise recently purchased. At one point the stretcher bearers were forced to pause as a woman attempting to corral two bursting carts cut in front of them. Already drowning in a see of hatred over the commercialism of this entire culture, I nearly exploded and destroyed by television. Horrible visions.

According to The New York Times article on the tragedy, the shoppers at the Wal-Mart acted like the savages they are during the entire emergency. One witness, a Ms. Kimberly Cribbs from Queens, noted that the shoppers acted like filth even as the store was being cleared after the murder. “When they were saying they had to leave, that an employee got killed, people were yelling, ‘I’ve been in line since yesterday morning,’” Ms. Cribbs told The Associated Press. “They kept shopping.”

Now, I know well enough that no one will ever be prosecuted for the murder of Jdimytai Damour. The police will never be able to determine who actually killed him and whether the murder was intentional or not and blah, blah, blah. The killing will go down as an “accidental death,” of that I am certain. There will be no justice for this man.

But I have a suggestion for each and every one of the people who were part of this murder, and you all know who you are. Take hold of the gun I am sure that you own, load it, and place the barrel into your mouth. And, either with your own hand or with the hand of a close friend or family member, pull the trigger and wipe your lousy excuse for a life off of the face of our planet. You deserve nothing less.

Happy Holidays.