I am going to assume that the great majority of people who are gushing like lunatics over the recognizable character in these Walmart ads are bots. Because I have to. For my own peace of mind.
Still, the message I get from all of these ads is the one Scrooge gives Bob Cratchit at the beginning of A Christmas Carol- that Christmas is an excuse to spend money on things you don't need with money you don't have, and a time to find yourself a year older and not a penny richer. We can't do anything about being a day older, but I for one am tired of being told to rescue the American economy every December by overexercising my credit card on junk. Especially junk from Walmart.
And especially since, right now, a massive Depression that sweeps away the party of the incoming regime would be just fine with me. I will be fine. You morons with your credit card debt brought on by the perfect combination of impulse spending and gambling app addiction won't. Don't say me and my friend Ebenezer didn't warn you.
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