Welcome to the first edition of Electric Eagle. Now, what we do here is give you a mix of news, music and comments that you wouldn’t see on any of the other blogs.
The name came from my old pseudonym when I was a syndie writer for Charlotte (NC) area newspapers. At the time, I was also a teacher’s aide for a bunch of third- graders; it was one of those (‘Tommy T.’), who gave me the new by-line punch.
Over the past few years, I sorta shelved the Eagle to make room for a NKOTB I called The Rock Relic. Well — and to make a long story short — recently, I was in my office, thinking about giving the old bird some new “feathers” as such, when I received an email from a 28-year-old fellow who’d been readin’ my Rock Relic blog and wondered what ever happened to the Eagle character. He wanted to know if I could incorporate it again somehow.
The sender’s name was “Tom Thompson” and, as it turned out, I once knew him as … Tommy T.!
Well, now that you know the story, let’s get on with it, and show ya how this works:
THE TRAGIC WAL-MART RUSH
It was a remarkable example of greed:
I mean, for two thousand customers (give or take a few) to actually break down the entrance of a New York Wally World as a guy was opening it for the 5 AM “Black Friday” rush showed the worst of American shoppers. But, to make it even more cruel, the shoppers actually killed the worker in their rush for those substandard, foreign-made doodads, and injured a number of employees (including one who was pregnant. She coulda lost her unborn child in the mad rush!).
Did they stop there? NOOOOOO!! They just walked over the dying guy, not caring if he was alive or not, and past the injured, to get what they wanted from the store aisles!
Personally (and since much of it was caught on security and cell-phone cameras), I believe they oughtta find the people directly responsible for this idiotic “riot” and ensuing death, charge ‘em with inciting to riot, disturbing the peace, vandalism and reckless homicide (as if there’s a careful way to do it!) … or, better yet, a definitive manslaughter charge against ‘em!
And, when these “shoppers” (or, as we call ‘em here in the South, stampeding cattle) use those things they “bought” during their crazed rush, I hope they’re haunted by the faces of the children who lost their dad that day; of the mom-to-be who could’ve lost her child; and I hope the damned things break immediately as they use ‘em!
Okay … at 5:55 AM, that’s all I’ve got for this issue. Be back later today for more …
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