Pitch:

So then. In brief. Yesterday, I was not angry; for those concerned. It was more of a frustrated contemplation . . . which today has evolved into a very long train of contemplative thought; hopefully the like that brings about change. Oh sweet change.

I actually needed change today. I should have known when the Wal-Mart lady said something about the debit reader asking. But, no. It didn't hit me until after I pressed the little "No" button that I realized I needed to do laundry.

Oh that Wal-Mart.

I'm convinced (that is in a playful manner) that Wal-Mart is an evil corporation bent on world domination. It is only a matter of time before Wal-Mart is all you see on every street corner (that is next to every Starbucks). Good-bye Dillons. Price Chopper. Piggly Wiggly. Chas Balls. Your days are all numbered. The dreaded black W has you in its dastardly sights and wants nothing more than to feast on your small business-like flesh. Prepare for the day, though, there is little you can do.

Their robotic poster girls, the Olsen twins, will one day own you. From their lofty fortress on the Isle of Japan (where they were originally crafted for their use in Japanese Dominion) the Olsen's will force you to work day and night in their Tibetan sweat shops with little in the way of maternity leave. You will spend countless days making cheap Wal-Mart apparel for the greedy Americans (who were spared as the Aryans would have been if Hitler's plans succeeded).

This is fate. Our only hope is to protest from within their very walls. Protest. And while we are at it . . . How about a rather large song and dance number involving Janitors and Donna Summer's "She Works Hard for the Money."

Luv,
Clay