Wal-Mart: "We Will Fuck Over a Brain-Damaged Woman Because We Can."

That, at the core of it, is Wal-Mart's position.

Oh, they couch it in other terms, but the bottom line is this: Wal-Mart is run by a bunch of evil fuckers with blasted souls, the kind of vermin who would steal the pennies off the eyes of a corpse if they thought nobody was watching. If you were to be lying bleeding at the side of the road and you felt someone going through your pockets for loose change, you can bet your ass that you were just robbed by a Wal-Mart executive. They are the kind of weasels who would slip a roofie in your drink so they could have sex with you.

Shopping at Wal-Mart just rewards those fuckers. Try not to do it.