Let me explain something to you all: I've never been very militaristically minded, but I know enough to there is a war going on. A war called consumerism.
You want the lowest expense, but businesses want the highest profit. This creates opposing sides. War on!
When facing opposition, the element of surprise is crucial for gaining an upper hand. Notifying the enemy that you will have 12,000 troops camped out on the banks of the Mississip is not the wisest decision. Also, the art of negotiation becomes pivotal. It's best not to perfunctorily surrender at the first terms presented.
Thus: rather than planting a flag for a day, if we actually take a page and learn from our historical brethren we'd know that announcing we'll have 15,000 consumers camped out on Macy's doorstep may not be putting our most ferocious foot forward. Likewise, mad dashing to gobble up toys and flat-screen television sets in an atmosphere where a glance at the listed price is optional seems like they say jump and we say "how high?"
Take it from my mentor, Spur, a man of the land who knows a thing or two about cattle driving.
Spur--At the first hint of snow, every beast on this plateau heads for the bluff. Warm pocket, good forage. Gather them up with a butterfly net.
Jim--How do you know?
Spur--Well, I don't always eat wallaby, son!
Now. You Black Fridates go to your room and think about what you've done. And, don't come out until you're willing to apologize!
