Don't cover your head under a pillow. Show some honor and stick your neck out; for the Samurai of the San Juan take no prisoners.

Friday, May 27, 2005

Wackadoo.

It's my word mother fuckers! You can't have it, you can't touch it; leave it be. Bask in its glory but do not defile my word.

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Wednesday, May 04, 2005


... Posted by Hello

Rebel seeks clue.

Have you seen these new Wal-Mart™ propaganda ads?

They have people who, in no certain terms, try to convince you that the big blue box is actually good for your community and your business.

“Wal-Mart buys my pumpkins,” one declares.

“More people see my store when they shop at Wal-Mart,” another man boldly states, conveniently forgetting to mention whether any of those potential customers actually enter his store, or even what kind of store he owns. Wal-Mart doesn’t sell wheelchairs, bongs, or 12-year-old virgins, yet.

While it is certain that monsters like Wal-Mart will bring money into the community, the question is at what cost? It’s not a question of how many jobs are being lost or created. Straight math has nothing to do with this equation. The real pickle is how much revenue is created for the workers versus how much income is sacrificed on the altar of corporate greed.

I understand the arguments for and against the corporate blitzkrieging (sp?) of America. Shut down the little man at the local grocer and we can save bundles on toilet paper, trash bags and batteries. All we have to surrender are a few small businesses, perhaps our souls. Possibly the most troubling part of all this is our ignorance of the nature of the beast.

Make no mistake; we are at war; we just don’t see it; they have made sure you don’t see it. We are being completely bowled over by their superior bank accounts and lawyers. Our defenses are useless at best, nonexistent at worse. We have been cowed and simply fell into line. I don’t know if we should be asking ourselves how we can win this battle or if we are better off trying to tame the beast and coexist with the slavering monster.

I know there was no discernible point to this entry. It’s not like anyone relies one me for that.

Regards,
Nate.