Before most of us woke up on Black Friday, maybe even before some of us went to sleep, a maintenance worker at a Long Island Wal-Mart had been trampled to death, his body identified, and the Supercenter nearly cleaned up. Two hours earlier a mob of shoppers smashed through the front-doors and flooded the store in search of televisions and vacuum cleaners and digital cameras and marked down Kung Fu Panda DVDs. 34-year-old Jdimytai Damour, a temp worker from Queens, found himself staring down the barrel of the desperate mob of slobbering mommies and daddies and sons and daughters poised to unleash their savage fury on anything standing in their way. And that’s what happened. They shoved him to the ground they stomped on him, stomped on his stomach, his chest, his face, on whatever their sprinting legs happened to land. And no one stopped. Even as he attempted to steal some finals breaths, the shoppers surged over him, stampeding a listless corpse without taking pause. There’s a hell of a deal on an Xbox up there and fuck you if I’m gonna stop for a dead body. Even the cops who came were trampled as they futilely performed CPR.