I had an interesting thought whilst strolling through Sam's Club in search of hummus. As I was approaching a rather large center aisle display of inflatable haunted castles, and other sundry blow up devices I thought, "With the crashing economy, failing banks, and Wall Street taking a collective dump on American tax payer's chests, who is still buying this stuff?" I mean really. Who can spend 70 dollars on a life size, mechanical Dracula? Sure, it waves. Its eyes may even glow upon one entering a specified proximity. But really, I would have to think that with everything that is happening, the inflatable decoration industry must be reeling. How many more Christmases will pass us by before we never see another inflatable Santa, encased in a glowing, snow filled sphere? How long before inflatable baby Jesus, surrounded by blow up shepherds in an illuminated egg, becomes a mere relic of a prosperous past?
Please Madam Pelosi, hear our cries. We beg of you, oh wise and effective Democratic majority, turn thine ears to our pleas. Dearest President, with thy magic scepter of truth and righteousness; spare the corporations responsible for the creation of our treasured blow up novelties, and suffer not that they fall under a foreign buyer's shadow, or dwindle away in unbelief/bankruptcy.
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"With the crashing economy, failing banks, and Wall Street taking a collective dump on American tax payer's chests, who is still buying this stuff?"
Probably, consumers who similarly ponder "who pays 6 dollars for 2 ounces of mediocre yogurt with 3 berries on top of it?"
It's all relative. Your healthy oasis is another man's inflatable jesus.
haaaaaaa. i miss you, carla.
Fat chance of that. Congress is going on vacation. The "wise" Pelosi is throwing up her hands. She's buying the inflatable castle. She's buying it. And I got your e-mail and e-mailed you back. Bien Bien.
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