Ramblings from the Desert

The man who trades freedom for security does not deserve nor will he ever receive either. ~Benjamin Franklin

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Author of the urban fantasy novel, The Music of Chaos, and the paranormal romance, The Canvas Thief.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Wonderful Wal-Mart

Title drips with sarcasm like sweat from a "Lost" islander.

Wal-Mart has a new commercial. In the usual version a blandy-McBland mom type shops the store, vacuous smile on her face. "Wal-Mart helps me feed my faaaaamly," she brays. The new version extols Wal-Marts virtues as a provider of jobs and shows happy workers in their regional warehouses. Uh-huh. I bet if you look close enough, you might see the padlocks on the doors. It's the sound of the men, working in the chain-store gang.

But, hey. The Wall's not all bad. When their full-time workers, who can't afford the company's high insurance premiums, turn to The Dole, Wal-Mart helps out with the paperwork.
What I discovered was shocking even to me: Not only were employees of Wal-Mart nationwide routinely directed to apply for Medicare, they were also regularly referred to government programs such as food stamps and Section 8 (subsidized) housing.
Well, garsh. Wal-Mart, I misjudged ye. Shop Wal-Mart. Your local welfare office will thank you. Or...not.

First They Came For the Guns...
Hoping to curtail the rising tide of stab wounds, the Brits are considering a ban on pointy steak knives. What next? Baseball/Cricket bats? Bug poison?

Winning today's award for Lords of the Bloody Obvious are British researchers.
The researchers said a short pointed knife may cause a substantial superficial wound if used in an assault - but is unlikely to penetrate to inner organs.
My J-man's (the family chef) reaction to a ban: "They can have my Ginsu knife when they pry it out of my cold, dead hands."

Support Our Troops Must Mean...
"Keep your yap shut and don't even think of calling the twerp in the White House a chicken hawk." Because it certainly doesn't mean "support our veterans." Oh, I get it. Those stupid yellow car magnets have fine print.

Staggered out of bed. Fed horse. Took dogs for walk. Today seemed to be dog day on the ditch bank. All taking advantage of the lack of pooper scooper laws and letting their dogs to crap somewhere other than their yard. With the exception of one little Scotty that passed us, spluttering like a teakettle, all (human and canine) were well-behaved.

Post this. Shower and get ass in gear.



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