The Day After Thanksgiving. Let the blood flow.

When will the madness stop? Thanksgiving day is a day where you gather your loved ones, over feed them to the best of your ability, play and chat and make a ton of dirty dishes. Beautiful day, especially if you are lucky enough to see those you love that you don't normally have the opportunity to visit with.

Yet, the day after all this love, we find the crazies out looking for that special bargain. Stores are now opening at midnight to give you that one in a million find and good luck battling the crowds to do so. Headlines abound. Grandfather knocked unconscious by security.  Good heavens!  I get that they thought he might be shoplifting as he popped that object in his waist band. According to the family, he was trying to protect his grandson from the crowd and just put it there so he could have his hands free. I buy that story, but even if I didn't,  there was no reason to knock the man unconscious  and bloody his nose. For one thing, a crime had not actually been committed. It ain't shoplifting until you walk out the door or at the very least leave the register area.

This is followed by the woman who sprayed everyone with pepper spray. What was she thinking? Now she's got the cops looking for her. That isn't a bargain by any means.

I find it so disgusting. I hold the stores fully responsible for creating this mayhem by offering unbelievable deals for a limited few items that hundreds of people are going to want to purchase.

Frankly, there is not an object on this planet that I would want  knowing that the gift giver had knocked someone on their butt for it. It really is not what Christmas is suppose to be about.

I am simply disgusted as I am this time every year at the inhumanity and greed that is shown. I would love to hear a few stories about the generosity that is shown. I know people like that still exists.

I know there are stories about people who go out of their way to help those people who are home bound, the elderly that are spending their last days in nursing homes with families who no longer come by. I suppose we call them the unsung heroes. Still, it would be nice to hear more about them.