Listen friends… there is no hope, resistance is futile… we no longer control our world… we are merely numbers anymore… programmed to do whatever the controlling forces of our self made enviornment tell us to do. Or you are herded along with the mindless herd, going where it goes.
When was the last time you were in a Wal Mart as they staged for Christmas? It is an Army at work, that know you and your shopping habits better than you know yourself… oh, much, much better.
They know which way you go in the store, where’s the killing areas – the selling sweet spots – for their products, where the hungry shopper can become disoriented and completely at their mercy, where management knows – if they are doing their job, like they know how to do their job – anyone coming into their store with a budget of $300 will buy up to twice that…
You aren’t a shopper, you are, by any other name, a sucker, a victim. And Wal Mart’s a shill. It’s like a carny show at the county fair, amped up 500 times.
And… and… and… listen to me here… they are selling crap. CRAP… CRAP. Packaged by experts with colors to catch your eye, with placement and pricing and buzz words aplenty to subliminally win you over.
It’s like the woeful lot of sit-coms we have on TV nowadays… you know back in the days of Seinfeld and Tim Allen and Lucy and Cheers, the actual programs lasted 26 minutes. Now with The Big Bang theory and 2 broke girls, you get 21 minutes of sit com… and almost twice the time as before for the ad men to entice you into buying their products.
Plus, it seems to me as I think about it, 98% of these products in Wal mart will be broke or worn out in 10 months.
Except for drum sets, which have a half-life of a million years. Which means its dum-dum-dum thumping will outlast fruitcake by hundreds of years.
These Wal Mart products were built with the idea of wearing out, or going out of style, ‘cause in another year, its going be Christmas selling season all over again.
What started all this? I know Santa Clause in his red suit was invented by Coke… and I should know where Rudolph with the W.C. Field nose came from, but I don’t. And there’s Bing Crosby to put you in a nice mood.
Use to be for me as I grew up in the junk yards and tobacco fields of North Carolina, that fall weather meant football and hunting. Now to most kids, fall means sales at Best Buy and Wal Mart electronics.
And it’s so easy to buy, you know they did a survey once and found stores that used extra-large shopping carts, sold more than stores with old traditional size carts.
And at Wal Mart today every cash register line was open. But you had to squeeze in between the impulse buying stuff – which has been researched a hundred million dollars’ worth to get you to just reach up and take those Bubbly Yummies or that magazine that says Charlie Sheen is dating Caitland Jenner. I picked up a National Geographic magazine and just happened to see in small, small print near the buying code that it was $16.99 FOR A NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE.
Wal Mart stores everywhere are just killing fields anymore. Sausage factories. Money goes in, junks comes out, and over in China somewhere you can hear “Ka-ching, Ka-ching.” Nothing to do with the pilgrims eating a big lunch with some stinking Indians, which we still celebrate for some reason. It’s come down, really, to the jingle of Chinese cash registers.
If we’re celebrating eating, why don’t y’all go super-size a happy meal or something…. MacDonald’s American. Or if it’s to commemorate the Indians, go to some casino on some reservation and play craps.
Which brings to mind this… there was an article somewhere a couple of years ago, that identified by name all the people around Washington that took offense of the “Redskin” monikor for their lousy football team… and none were Indians. Not a single one.
What’s driving this madness? What in the name of all things reasonable, is causing people to go into debt to give China the rosiest holiday of all.
I ain’t sure, but on my travel to one of the two closest Wal Marts in Vegas town (that has eleven super stores) I had to pass a dozen Fast Cash places… and a half dozen dirty men at stop lights with cardboard signs asking for a handout.
Where is it real anymore? Where is there a balance between effort and comfort? Where do you find honest sweat, and heart felt laughter? Where does life make any sense anymore?
Not in the newspapers. Or in any text message on any IPhone. Certainly not in any college I know of. That’s for sure.
You know if you believe FBI statistics (which I always doubt so I start with that disclaimer) there have been 345,000 black on black murders in the US in the last 35 years.
Just you think about Americans killing each other at that pace.
And in the middle east, hell they’re still cutting the heads off each other. Look at the ages of those responsible for the Paris crisis… uneducated kids in their 20s. Like the anti-war dolts I knew back in the 60s, these fucked-up-in-the-head kids from the middle-east are just mindlessly passionately wrong-headed.
It is not about religion… it is not radical Islam… that’s a side-issue… it is just lawlessness, brought on by the population explosion… which has also caused climate change. And mass migration. And the California water shortage.
Lawless mobs, millions in size.
The idea of living in organized societies that have reasonable laws of conduct, and some support for the people who enforce them… is more or more lost in the onslaught of cockeyed PCism and the rabble of sophistic talking heads.
And… Wal Mart type ideas, that are engineered to capture the American public and get their buy in… but in fact are not real, or relevant.
So give up. There is no hope.
We are not in control of our world anymore. Real living and real understanding is no longer possible.
Minorities of people, who did not write the world’s laws are ever increasing… and numbers rule.
We need some kick ass in a whole new generation of leaders for our lawful societies or we will certainly lose history-rich, civilized authority to the gathering, thundering herds out there who are not vested. Or controlled.