For the record I do not like Wal-Mart, I think they are very much like some huge corporate vacuum cleaner. They descend on cities and small towns and begin gobbling up everything in sight.
By virtue of its large size they can demand concessions from suppliers, pretty much guaranteeing that they have a rock bottom low price on pretty much everything. Local businesses, especially in small towns cannot compete, the net effect is the desertification of the local economy effectively turning a once thriving local economy into a generic Wal-Mart town.
This has been well documented around the globe, along with the other atrocities committed by this mega-corporation, which I do not have the time or patience to list here.
However, I did indeed find myself in one of those soul sucking mega marts just the other day looking for something that I could not seem to find anywhere else, such is life. Dar and I were walking down the aisle and came across a couple staring with a combination of horror and bemusement at one of those ubiquitous “Rollback” signs that dot the Wal-Martian landscape.
This one proudly proclaimed that prices along with human dignity are subject to strange forces inside Wal-Mart. Apparently a “Rollback” includes raising prices.
I know personally the second I walk into a Wal-Mart I am gripped with a feeling of unholy terror and panic. The blood evacuates from my brain in an apparent self-protection mode, limiting the memories I carry when leaving the store. As a result of these autonomic responses my eyes glaze over and I normally shuffle about zombie like into the electronics department “GAMES, GAMES” the only intelligible sound leaving my lips.
This however snapped my mind back to razor like sharpness, WTF! Not only does Wal-Mart prey on the weak-minded among us, they also now apparently like to give us a wedgie mid-aisle and dance around like a schoolyard bully. Proudly proclaiming for all to see how they raise prices and there ain’t a God Damn thing anyone can do about it.
I’ve had it with Wal-Mart! I’m sick of their low wages, and lowest common denominator thinking. Enough of their union busting, and taking out secret life insurance on their elderly employees hoping to cash in when they drop. I’m sick of the group hug sessions and smiley faces.
Join me, support your local economy, pay a couple of extra dollars to keep a local joint open. Get to know your local butcher, go to a farmers market, learn about where products come from. Pay to have your skates sharpened at the hockey rink. Do the little things that matter, take pride in something made in North America.
Author’s Note: In case you’re wondering, the rollback picture featured here was not lifted off the Internet. It was taken by myself on Nov 12, 2010 at a local Winnipeg Wal-Mart.