Another Reason to Hate Wal-Mart

It's called "community".

It's the idea that we work together as one: In unity, in solidarity, and in diversity. In a community, you give. You do what your community needs from you, because...it is your community.

Compare the visceral delights of contributing to a community...and living and breathing...and entirely existing for your community...with the opposite: Slavery and fascism.

In other nations, noble experiments fostered community among the proletariat. They were not against; they were among! See this picture of an early Soviet gay-pride parade that was combined with community obligations. Obligations from the soul!

But Amerikkka was founded on slavery and has regressed ever since. Today, we -- you and I, and especially people of color and of indeterminate gender -- are slaves. The blame is everywhere, from Mister Bush to so-called "pharmaceutical" companies to the Zionist-controlled hydra of Exxon-Mobil.

But it is best illustrated by Wal-Mart. Exploiting workers by not paying them what the community demands. Exploiting shoppers by forcing them to buy things that the community rejects. Unrelentingly smashing the small shop-owners who are the very backbone of the community.

Connect the dots, people. It's Wal-Mart vs. The Community. We have become their slaves.

Oh no, I would never, never, never urinate in a Wal-Mart dressing room! No, I would not. Never. It is because that is their tactic. They urinate on the worker, the farmer, the undocumented immigrant, the student, and, yes, on me.

The urine-soaked community will not take this lying down.

We will fight.

Oh yes, the chickens will come home to ROOST!