Having to drag yourself out of bed at 5:00 a.m. Black Friday morning to ply your trade as a member of the company's public or media relations department.
Now I ply my trade in the land of king dollar/Where you get paid and your silence passes as honor
-- Bruce Springsteen, Souls of the Departed
I worked in retail for several years. Therefore, I can do nothing but empathize with Wal-Mart's rank and file. Working in most retail environments can be bad enough; I can't imagine having to do it for that outfit. You're out of line if you take a shot at somebody who works the front line -- on the ground -- at Wal-Mart. But you're well within the bounds of sane logic and human decency if you take a shot at the cats who serve as spokespeople for America's dumpiest retailer, not to mention upper management.
They're collectively culpable not only for making retail such a crappy job in so many corners of the country, but contributing to the degradation of certain segments of society. Shopping on/after Thanksgiving, thanks in large part to the environment Wal-Mart took the lead in creating, has become the pastime of thugs with what appears to be zero concern for their own well-being, let alone that of their fellow Earth dwellers.
By now you know what happened at a sampling of Wal-Marts across the country Thursday night, Friday morning and, presumably, other random times over the holiday weekend. Society's lowest common denominator came out and acted like rodents as they sought to secure one of life's entitlements -- the $200 flat screen television set or some such.