I've decided that Wal-Mart is hell. Follow me on this.
If hell actually exists on earth, and I think that perhaps it does, this corporate conglomerate that has overtaken every town and city in America has to be the North American branch of Hades. Where else can you go someplace where you have convinced yourself that you NEED the cheap shit they sell, will drive yourself there, take your hard earned money and buy the soon to be broken garbage, be abused by the fucking complete neanderthals that work behind the counters AND DO IT WILLINGLY! I would rather just stay home and ass rape myself, at least that way I know who is giving me the rim job. Going to Wal-Mart is like being repeatedly having a pickpocket steal your dough while an NFL kicker punts you in the privates over and over again.
The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over believing you will get a different result.
The Antichrist is come and his name is Mike Duke, CEO.
If you need further proof of the devastation this is causing the intelligence of the American people, you need look no further than peopleofwalmart.com.
If after that explanation you still don't get it, you never will. And you are probably a valued shopper.
It's been just over a year since I last posted here and what a year it has been. Things change fast, and they don't at the same time. I'm still me and I'm still dedicated to making something of myself artistically even though I have hit the big 30. That's right ladies, I'm an old man so I'll cease the wishful thinking when I see you.
I'll be blogging regularly and looking to infuse a bit more humor and a bit less bitching this time around as I'm now in a much better place in my life. (I will of course be putting this in the bitching category)
Love ya bitches. (And I don't mean the ladies)
Austin
If hell actually exists on earth, and I think that perhaps it does, this corporate conglomerate that has overtaken every town and city in America has to be the North American branch of Hades. Where else can you go someplace where you have convinced yourself that you NEED the cheap shit they sell, will drive yourself there, take your hard earned money and buy the soon to be broken garbage, be abused by the fucking complete neanderthals that work behind the counters AND DO IT WILLINGLY! I would rather just stay home and ass rape myself, at least that way I know who is giving me the rim job. Going to Wal-Mart is like being repeatedly having a pickpocket steal your dough while an NFL kicker punts you in the privates over and over again.
The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over believing you will get a different result.
The Antichrist is come and his name is Mike Duke, CEO.
If you need further proof of the devastation this is causing the intelligence of the American people, you need look no further than peopleofwalmart.com.
If after that explanation you still don't get it, you never will. And you are probably a valued shopper.
It's been just over a year since I last posted here and what a year it has been. Things change fast, and they don't at the same time. I'm still me and I'm still dedicated to making something of myself artistically even though I have hit the big 30. That's right ladies, I'm an old man so I'll cease the wishful thinking when I see you.
I'll be blogging regularly and looking to infuse a bit more humor and a bit less bitching this time around as I'm now in a much better place in my life. (I will of course be putting this in the bitching category)
Love ya bitches. (And I don't mean the ladies)
Austin