Hey Mister President, Mister Nominee. Hello, all you pundits, pollsters and experts. You want to know about the state of America? I have a one stop appraisal opportunity for you.
Just go to the land of low, low prices, WalMart.
I'm not a WalMart fan. For a place known for low prices, surveys have shown you don't usually save more at WalMart. They like to put low ball, low quality items on sale in prized locations around the corner from the better quality items. People walk in, look at the low quality stuff with the great price and then look at the better quality items and they buy the better quality item, figuring that they're getting a good deal because the low quality item was a low price.
And they're wrong.
There's nothing illegal or unethical. Shoppers just aren't thinking and the business takes advantage of that personality feature set.
Last night my wife said, "I have something I want to do but you won't want to do it." Her voice was soft and pleading. Guilt floating off her words and clung to my skin and hair. Some stuck the cats, too.
I thought it over. Where is she going with this? Why she's going shopping somewhere...where would she want to go shopping that I don't want to go with her? True, I dislike shopping anywhere except book stores.
Insight blinded me: she wants to go to the new WalMart.
"Well, where is it you want to go?" I asked her.
"Okay, when do you want to go?"
"Sure. Why not."
It's a superstore, the third WalMart in the area. Both of the others were closed, one forever, while the other will open after a renovation. The new WalMart was protested and ended up being decided by the Supreme Court.
But I went. I observed a few things.
Parts of that store are very empty.
I've never seen a larger collection of extremely obese people anywhere else.
The shoppers and employees were all low energy. It was like Land of the Zombie Store. Ninety percent seemed to carry dull, stony expressions. Few spoke. No one seemed happy. They all seemed tired. Drained. Worn out. There was little politeness and courtesy among the zombie shoppers. They pushed carts along and stared.
Most were young people. Ten, twenty, thirty years younger than me..
Dull, in dinghy tee shirts, shorts and jeans.
Walking among them, I realized I was in the perfect metaphor for America. Dulled, obese zombie shoppers silently pushing empty shopping carts down aisles of unnessecary junk consumer goods, processed foods, and sugar rich, sodium rich sodas.
So come on down, all you wonderful leaders. Hold your debates in our new WalMart Superstore. Stare into these faces. Note the postures of these tired Amerians. See what has been wrought. Witness what is being perpetuated.
Then tell me your solutions.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com