Unbelievable! I am seeing this right? Stores opening at four in the morning for after Thanksgiving Day sales? Are people actually going down there in droves, much like lemmings rushing headlong to the edge of the cliff, in order to get huge discounts. Some poor temp. worker at WalMart was actually stampeded and killed in a holiday rush throng, I read it in the news. How tragic and sad is that?
Which makes me wonder about this. “If they can offer these tremendous savings as they imply now, why cannot they offer them during the year?”
Chasing the buck!
Late night car sales, the promotions are running rampant, every channel. Employee pricing, like that is a good deal? Risk Free Buy Back, now that sounds interesting, Risk Free, yeah, I am sure. Incredible deals, and I wonder, “If they were so incredible, how come they have all this stock left over?”
“TAKE THE CREDIT CHALLENGE!”
“ALL APPLICATIONS WILL BE SUBMITTED!”
Huh? What else would you do with the applications? As for taking a credit challenge, that is pretty stupid, it doesn’t take much sense to take a “credit challenge.” Thanks to the Bush Administration, “credit these days IS a challenge” even folks with good credit cannot get a loan.
The American Psyche: Who can believe this? General Motors is running a commercial that says to purchase a new vehicle from them, then flatly states “Restore Your Manhood.” Yeah, I am sure. 72 months worth of payments to an outfit that may or may not be there at the end of the loan, would be enough to restore a woody to the best of men.
Going down the tubes for a $400-600 a month car payment is going to bring a testosterone rush and put me back on the Highway of Happiness. Sign Me Up!
In the distance, I can hear the pipes of a motorcycle bark
I’ve owned five or six Harley’s,
All of them paid for, but I haven’t one to my name
I find myself surrounded by cheap junk
In a house full of the trash of man
Never the feeling of happiness or joy
My credit cards are eating my lunch,
I barely have enough money to make a trip outside,
To fill my days, I sit in quiet desperation
I have lost more battles that I care to count
Mostly beaten down and sad
Is what I am now all about.
My candle flickers as life passes me by
No more horizons within my view
No more mountains left for me to climb
No more adventures,
or valleys to pass thru
Nothing no longer remains simple I have found
Too many questions
No easy answers
This Friday night in the Big Town
I sit patiently in my assigned spot
Waiting for the numbers to roll
Emptying my heart
and soothing my injured tortured soul
I feel so very lost,
As if there is no place for me to go
The ghosts of my past whisper in my ear
They taunt me
One single thought does not escape me
“I am truly, my own worst enemy.”
Buy something …. Be happy …. Unbelievable.
If only it were that simple.