Hordes of hungry holiday shoppers rampage through the vast tundra of stripmalls and shopping centers. Lust, envy, covetous yearnings raging, a miasma of animal instinct, atavistic hatred roiling in their veins. Thank Mammon it is Black Friday yet again!
A day when the corporations accept your worshipful donations and celebrate their personhood. If material wealth, if the latest in status affirming technology can’t bring the masses happiness then what ever could?
However there is never enough! There is a desperate need to increase the amount of ennui of the standard shopper lest the gapping jaws of Mammon go hungry. The masses must feel as if their very salvation is derived directly from the amount of goods they purchase. Their soul and sole nourishment must be directly correlated with their shopping stamina. Mere money is not enough, time no longer suffices, worship, plain and unadulterated at the feet of great Mammon is the next and only way forward.
We the illumed realize the only true worship is sacrifice. The greater the sacrifice the greater the harvest for our great lord. While Moloch is the undisputed successor in the reaping of innocent souls, lord Mammon has made excellent strides in fomenting an unquenchable desire to purchase in the feeble simpletons that populate this world.
Look at the bountiful harvest of greed driven violence reaped during this black Friday. However, times are lean. The frivolous spending of boom times is quickly coming to an end as are the unrepentant ravings of spending drunk lunatics. Austerity produces a serenity and sobriety that cannot be allowed. The ideal subject is one as maladjusted, as envious, conniving, and manically seeking to acquire as our lord himself.
The only cure is to create an addict. A fiend so addicted to acquisition that they must consume ever more. The goal is to force them into precarious situations where by acquisition is both a necessity as well as a penalty in and of itself. Our end is the man who will go into debt to purchase objects of no use that are nigh worthless. Our goal is a man who will trudge through danger and depravity to obtain things he neither wants nor needs for reasons he cannot understand. In the end we want the soul of the man and to give him nothing in return.
In the end the converts of Mammon are so devoted they are void of humanity. Hungering only for their next purchase they wander in a daze, led where we will them.