New York Murderers (Black Friday Scumbags)

Dear New York Wal-Mart Shoppers:

Now you've done it. You murdered a Wal-Mart employee on Black Friday. Trampled him to death because he made the mistake of not calling in sick on the most horrible retail day of the entire year.

Jdimytai Damour, a 34-year-old man, is dead now because you oozing sores couldn't stand the thought of somebody else beating you to your precious merchandise. You showed up at Wally World on Thanksgiving Day - a day before the sales - to be absolutely certain that you, the most important people on the planet, didn't miss out on the goods. Because, as we all know, everything is all about you, of course.

That stampede isn't even the worst part. You're guilty of that, but also of not giving a rat's furry butt that you had just killed somebody. When Wal-Mart announced that they were going to close the store - because, you know, one of their own was dead, thanks to you animals, meaning that the store was a crime scene because of you - you protested. How dare they close when you were in line since Thursday? Just because somebody is no longer living doesn't mean that you should have to go home without your precious merchandise, right? You entitled, selfish boils on society's backside. You life-stealing, oxygen-thieving wastes of matter. You subhuman savages.

Die in a fire. All of you. You murdered an innocent person - a man who was just doing his job - for consumer goods. You didn't even have a decent reason to kill him, you selfish pieces of garbage. Wal-Mart wasn't selling kidneys for transplant, or the last bottle of oxygen, or the last plate of food in existence. Your "reason," as written in the news article:

Items on sale at the store included a Samsung 50-inch Plasma HDTV for $798, a Bissel Compact Upright Vacuum for $28, a Samsung 10.2 megapixel digital camera for $69 and DVDs such as "The Incredible Hulk" for $9.

You murdered a man, and then stomped all over his coworkers (while they were trying to save him) for this crap? This easily-found, widely-available, unnecessary-for-survival crap? You killed him for TVs, vacuum cleaners, cameras and DVDs? Really? What in the world is wrong with you animals?

Crackheads will stab you for your purse or wallet, or just for the hell of it. But at least I can understand their lack of reasoning. They're on drugs. What's your excuse, you infectious puddles of waste? None. That's what.

I hope that all of the guilty parties - every murderer in the store - suffer greatly for this. I hope that your TVs explode in the middle of the Super Bowl. I hope that your vacuum cleaners ruin every square foot of your carpets. I hope that your cameras fall into the nearest bodies of water. And I hope that your crotch droppings scratch all of your precious DVDs to hell and back.

Murderers. Every one of you who did this, and protested when Wal-Mart tried to do the only thing they could (close the store for a few hours), deserve to spend the rest of your miserable, useless existences in prison. And don't cry when your cell mates hurt you, because that's what you get for murdering somebody for crappy merchandise.