“[I]f shivering in the dark outside a Best Buy at 3:30 a.m. in frigid November drizzle waiting for a half-price deal on a cheap-ass Chinese-made DVD player isn’t the very definition of self-immolating karmic torture, I don’t know what is.”
Mark Morford in a column titled: “Eat My Holiday Cheer: Screw joy and togetherness. It’s all about retail, just like Jesus would have wanted.”