All Roads Lead to Walmart
Every time I am forced, through life’s exigencies, to enter a Walmart, I relive the many reasons why I hate Walmart. I object to the store and to the corporation on every level: physical, emotional, political, and cultural. Which begs the question: why am I heading once again into a Walmart when no one is apparently holding a gun to my head? The short answer is that I am a spoiled, impatient American. The long answer involves excuses and rationalizations, which I’m happy to offer here.
First of all I only go to Walmart under duress. I’ve been in the Walmart in my hometown less than 5 times in my life and all of them were traumatic. Even before I knew about Walmart’s off shore activities, poor treatment of employees, and imperialistic business plan, I hated the store. I hated the aisles that aren’t quite wide enough, the shelves…
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