I’m really not one to beg, but this holiday season I implore you to consider spending your hard-earned dollars at small businesses. If you choose instead to shop at Wal-Mart or Sam’s Club or some giant eyesore of a mall, you’re a member of Satan’s army of consumer whores, and I hope you spend your eternity shoveling coal in the shit-filled pits of hell. If you check out a local small business, I’ll forgive you.
The Waltons, owners of Wal-Mart and Sam’s Club, have proved time and again that they’re willing to make money at any cost to their employees, suppliers and customers. They could not give a rat’s ass about ethical business practices, fair trade, or the local communities in which they do business. They care only about their own personal gain. That’s because they’re morally repugnant cretins. When Wal-Mart moves into town, small businesses in the community die. So too have some customers. Never mind that people have been maced with pepper spray or trampled to death inside the store, a number of folks have also been assaulted, a handful even murdered, outside stores—in Wal-Mart’s giant parking lots—because the company is too fucking cheap to hire security guards to rove its own property, particularly at stores open 24 hours.
If, like me, you want to see unemployment rates drop, if you want your family, friends and neighborhoods to thrive and look forward to a financially secure future, then you should support small businesses. They, not the Wal-Marts of the world, drive the American economy and spur economic growth. Wal-Mart is the equivalent of your high school bully—everyone hates him, everyone wishes he would get his comeuppance, but you still hand over your lunch money because you’re convinced that bending over and taking it in the ass is easier than fighting for what’s right. Shame on you.