If anybody needs further proof that the human race is beyond saving, then they need look no further than the recent re-opening of the Curry’s Superstore in the delightful shire of Wednesbury, which offered a veritable feast of knockdown electrical consumable bargains.

pigs at the trough

Ugly displays of wanton greed are not the sole reserve of the rich, the merchant bankers, and the production line of successive arrogant politicians that have succeeded in bringing this country to its knees. Not at all.

Dignity and self respect means nothing nowadays. Not when there’s a cut-price Sony camcorder on the cards. The fangs are bared; the pigs are at the trough.

As with every other high-profile store opening of recent times (Primark and Ikea for example) that offered ridiculous first day reductions, it was destined to plummet into chaos. I say ridiculous reductions, as this is probably the closest these items will ever be to their actual value.

The scum of every race, creed and colour descended like a plague of locusts to brawl it out in the ten items or less queue over something they’d managed to live their lives without thus far, until £100 was knocked off the asking price.

Not wishing to sound like Fanshawe, but this debacle could’ve been foreseen by anybody with half of their grey matter still intact. Wednesbury, for all its faults, is actually a festering hive of scum and villainy… oh, and chavs too; so much so that a section of the M6 motorway had to be closed off to allow them all access to said store.

What possibly goes through the mind of somebody who is willing to step out of their front door in the belief that cheap and dangerously flammable sportswear is the height of sartorial elegance? And then is willing to wait outside a shop (this is just a shop) all night so that they can be one of the first through the gates at opening time? Like a drove of swine surging forth to the next trough of the farmer’s discarded slops.

There are invariably casualties along the way, even before a chubby hand has so much as touched a bargain. There will be those that are crushed and trampled underfoot in the initial stampede; like a herd of spooked elephants the fallen are left behind to fend for themselves as the bargain hunters are dazzled and drawn in by the promise of pounds off.

And that’s when the trouble starts.

Woe betide anybody who’s managed to get the last 40 inch LCD TV; or a nest of cheap Swedish tables; or even a scraggy halter top; for it will come to blows when somebody else decides they want it and snatches it straight from their grasping hands.

Human co-existence in action.

Of course, as is always the case when greedy multi-conglomerations (made up word) sell stuff at a price nearer to their actual worth and flaunt it under the snouts of equally greedy but not so multi-conglomerated animals, the police had to be called to break up the proceedings.

These stores know exactly what they’re doing and feigning shock when the inevitable happens whilst wringing their hands to the tune of the cash till beep won’t wash. Knowingly taking advantage of people’s inherent, selfish greed ensures maximum profits for the shareholders.

It’s a sad indictment on society as one big festering whole.

Consider yourselves warned!

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