And here we are, our bellies full from yesterday’s Thanksgiving repast, sitting quietly at home, unwilling to face the true horror out there…

Black Friday Shoppers!

Yeah, I’m leaving Boris in the driveway today and enjoying the peace and quiet and serenity of home. Let the maniacs dash headlong from mall to mall, store to store in their quest for bargains. Not for me, thanks.

Here’s a thought… Hey, Black Friday? We all have big screen TVs and fancy phones now, how about a break on food prices? On rents or mortgages? On the Fed interest rate, where government is so envious of the price gouging we’ll all enduring that they want a piece too. Government by Soprano? Sure as hell seems that way.

Me, I’m comfortable in my recliner, laptop perched on my lap. Just added to the new short titled The Last Mile and decided to post my objection to partaking in the national madness known as Black Friday. Won’t change a damned thing, I know that, but I’m old and cranky and sometimes just like to bitch and moan a bit.