Out of the Newsroom

Maybe we shouldn’t call it “Black Friday” anymore?

When a 34-year old part-time worker at a Long Island Wal-mart has to lose his life–just so 2,000 bargain hunting “people” can trample over him to get to a cheap laptop, bigscreen TV or whatever other crap was on sale in “limited supply” at five AM on the morning after Thanksgiving–maybe it is high time to just call this what it really is:

A too-hyped day of conspicuous consumption gone completely mad.

What a tragedy.