Black Friday--What Christ wants for Christmas

I was thirty years old before I had the guts to experience Black Friday.

When the alarm clock blared at 0300 hours I wondered if I’d somehow woke up in the Marines. By 0400 I was standing frozen in line, shivering, and stamping my feet alongside my mother, sister, and a few hundred equally insane shoppers awaiting the opening bell.

Our shopping list was burned into my brain until the moment the front doors swung wide and everyone surged forward. Once inside I took a terrified look around and realized I’d forgotten everything on our list. Everything!

A quarrel had already broken out slowing the main flow of foot traffic to a crawl. I glanced to my right and then I saw them, part ballerina and part hunter, as they hurdled their way toward the back of the store. Something about the way they carried themselves told me these women were the prima professionals and they were after the “good stuff”.

I too was a hunter of sorts, and here, game was limited to supply on hand with no rain checks. I trailed the hunters to the back of the store where they had already “made the kill”, feeding over a pallet of chrome scooters, the door-buster of the day. I scavenged heartily and was rewarded with three scooters. Then whirling with the throng, I was swept toward another pallet of action figures. With my free hand I grappled for the dolls and got several before they were gone.
Then, just like that, the frenzy was over. I stood there, trembling as the warrior hunters around me were still eyeing each other’s spoils with gluttonous envy. I swallowed hard, holding stone still. In my arms was more booty than I could possibly defend if ever contested. My family arrived just in time, their carts full of lesser items, their faces forlorn until they recognized me quivering behind my armload of loot. “Oh my gosh!” my kid sister exclaimed. “Look at you! How did you get all of this?”

“I…I…I don’t even know. I just grabbed whatever they grabbed.” It was a dangerous thing to say out loud.

“Excuse me!” The loutish woman’s words were polite but her tone was anything but. I froze, sensing that at any sign of weakness, the professionals would likely attack, leaving me near naked and shivering in my underpants. “Excuse me!” The greedy woman growled again as my family stepped quick between her and me in a defensive stance. “If you don’t want those, then give them to me,” the woman insisted.

“Oh, he wants them,” my kid sister hissed, eyes glowering like we were in a vampire confrontation from Twilight.
The intrusive woman backed away with reluctance as I somehow understood that much of my sister’s warning was nonverbal.
At the front of the store, life in the checkout lane was miserable. Babies were bawling, people were cussing, and many were cutting in line despite the angry jeers of protest behind them.

We moved forward at a snail's pace. Scooting a few boxes along with my feet, I began to wonder how the holidays had gone so horribly wrong. All around me was humbug rather than happiness. Was this really what Christ wanted for Christmas?
Then I noticed a woman crying softly up ahead. She had just finished a cell phone call and was reacting to some very bad news. “What’s the matter?” I finally asked over the three shoppers between us.

“It’s my father,” the woman sobbed. “He’s just been taken to the hospital.”
Guessing her dilemma as to where to ditch her cart full of toys and how to extricate herself through the massive slow moving throng, I wedged myself forward and tapped the next person in line. The man grumbled as he turned to face us, his expression softening as he noted the wet streaks down the woman’s cheeks.

“Her father has just been taken to the emergency room,” I explained. “Would you please let her pass so she can pay for her things and get to the hospital?”
“You bet,” the man kindly replied stepping aside as the shoppers behind us listened to what was happening. “Excuse me,” the man then said to the women in front of him. “Would you mind letting this poor lady through, her father was just rushed to the hospital but she needs to pay for her things.”

“Yes, of course,” she answered taking the crying woman by the arm and helping her to the front of the line.

As the woman reached the register, joyful cheers mixed with applause arose from the crowd, and we all delighted in the true spirit of the holidays. It was then that I knew, Christ had gotten what he wanted for Christmas.

New Moon dissed by Billy Ray Jr.

Miley Cyrus, in a last ditch effort to convince the world that she’s no longer a card-carrying member of Disney’s Mickey Mouse Club, made inflammatory statements against “New Moon” specifically and “The Twilight Saga” in general. She’s upset about fictional vampires and werewolves jumping out at her when she watches TV but sees nothing wrong with her then sixteen-year old self, shamefully posing shirtless in sultry magazine spreads or incorporating a stripper style pole-dance in her performance at the Teen’s Choice awards last year. Way to go Billy Ray Jr., and oh…happy SEVENTEENTH birthday! Awe, and she thought we’d forget.

Boy Scouting:
A proclamation concerning the young men in America.

As Eagle Scouts United we wish to declare to the young men of America, that there is little you can do in your youth that will make you better prepared to be productive citizens and capable leaders than Boy Scouting. We further declare that your involvement in the Boy Scouts of America and specifically working to achieve the coveted rank of Eagle Scout will magnify your future as a student, husband, father and provider in untold ways. We declare such, as scouting has been a benefit to us, and has played an important roll in our own lives, and in all the good we have ever accomplished.

As Eagle Scouts United, we adamantly endorse and reaffirm that the fundamentals outlined in the Scout Oath, Law, and Motto have never been more needed in this country than they are now. We strongly recommend that all young men everywhere seek out this Oath, Law, and Motto through established scouting programs in your area and take them upon yourself as have we, and then strive to understand and live by those fundamentals for the rest of your life. If you do, we, with great confidence assure you that you will find purpose, patriotism, direction, leadership abilities, peace of mind, health and strength, and a love of God and for your fellow men, with a desire to serve Him and each other forever. In short, you will find true joy and lasting happiness.

As Eagle Scouts United, we admonish the parents, grandparents, clergy, coaches, teachers, and all mentors of scout-aged young men of all ethnic origins, to ensure an opportunity for them to participate in the Boy Scouting Program. We assure you that if you do, and if those young men will work and strive and learn to be worthy scouts, your efforts in relation to the well-being and proper upbringing of those young men will be greatly enhanced.

As Eagle Scouts United, we acknowledge with soberness that the world is changing. Time honored and tested values are shifting, degenerating faster than ever before. But we also solemnly proclaim that the young men of this great nation, if properly prepared, will be endowed with certain knowledge, powers, and abilities from on-high to grow up strong, faithful, and true, to sift through the moral darkness, find and take hold of basic, righteous principles, and proclaim them with dignity to the world.