Hooray! Bourgeois!!
All creation has the promise of heaven,
Still you travel
The road to hell.
I'm saying nothing for the good of myself,
But I'm still talking,
And you're not listening.
If I could change your mind,
I wouldn't save you from the path you wander.
In desperation dreams,
Any soul can set you free.
But I still hear you scream
In every breath...
In every single motion.
Burning innocence, the fire to set you free.
I’ve met the single most infuriating woman on the face of the planet, and she is boring as hell and regurgitates opinions she’s read or heard and hates Wal-Mart.
Yes. Wal-Mart.
There were some people protesting outside of the Wally World on 81st and Lewis, so we stopped to see what the hell was going on. They were wearing things that were supposed to look like the suits that people who deal with biological waste wear. They were holding signs up and waving at cars…and had even gone so far as to put up yellow tape that read “CAUTION” in big, black, bold letters. I could tell this was an anti-capitalism thing right away, but we went to see what they were preaching before making any judgments.
There were two women there - one older and one just about our age - and three children. The kids being there made me cringe…ugh. Anyway, we first approached the older woman (who had been in the newspaper as having been arrested for protesting Halliburton) and asked why they were out there. Her response was basically a big, long string of “uhh” sounds and stammering. She had no idea what they were protesting! The only thing that touched a nerve in her brain was “DA HURRHURR BIG CORPORATION BAD!!” and she decided to attack it! I immediately lost hope in any intelligence there.
So the other woman turned to talk to us, and she seemed someone intelligent…at first. After a while, however, I gave up on her, too. The conversation was Louis - for the most part - telling her why Wal-Mart was not evil and her refuting it by vomiting up “facts” she’d “researched” and “done a paper on.”
Her main argument was just to yell “2 billion dollar revenue!” and assume that we thought that money was evil and bad and horrible, just as she apparently did. We made it quite clear we disagreed with her, and she actually said (and I’m quoting exactly, mind you) “oh, but that’s so bourgeois!”
I was just disgusted and slightly amused by the whole incident until, after stating “we should just agree to disagree” and “I’m getting upset,” she assumed by my arguments that I had had a posh and perfect life from childhood on. I corrected her, telling her that my mother has worked multiple jobs and long hours to support my two brothers and myself. She didn’t even blink an eye at that, and went on to prattle about how Wal-Mart was horrible and didn’t pay their employees enough and it was racist and sexist and didn’t provide health plans.
After some time, I brought up the topic of Sam Walton and how he was in the business for money…not so he could pander to people’s needs that couldn’t support themselves. She said something about how he’d be turning over in his grave, and I nearly gagged. Mister Walton intended Wal-Mart to be exactly what it is: a big, profitable corporation that provides food, services, and other products for low costs.
After a while, she said something about animals and I mentioned being a vegetarian. She replied with “so you can respect animals, but not people…” and that’s when I just gave up and decided she was a dumbass and refused to acknowledge much else. I’m okay with animals lazing around and doing nothing because they are animals. I don’t respect people who want life handed to them from those who earn it…I don’t respect people who don’t act like people. I respect, dare I say it? Those who make their lives livable, educate themselves, think for themselves, and - yes - make money.
If I had stuck around much longer, I was going to explode at her. Not because she had stupid different views, but because she was assuming I was a spoiled, pampered little brat being toted through school by my parents who had never worked a day. I’ve been working since about the age of twelve, since I was raised on a small farm…starting with bottle-feeding calves and throwing hay out with my father. So fuck you, dear.
Her stepson came over there with a sign after a while that read “Wal-Mart doesn’t care about kids” and the older woman (who was a dumb shit) just nodded and said “that’s true!” The woman we were actually speaking to pushed him away because, oh no! He might hear the nasty talk about how this corporation wasn’t evil and we couldn’t have that!!
Long story short: I wanted to punch her in her stupid face. The end.
I was furious by the time we got away from her…we wound up actually leaving because, when I asked “well, don’t you think they earn that 2 billion?” she replied with “no, I don’t consider sitting at a desk in a suit raping the poor-” …we didn’t stick around to listen to anything else.
On the plus side, we saved a baby bird today.
Atlas Shrugged progress: page 811
Still you travel
The road to hell.
I'm saying nothing for the good of myself,
But I'm still talking,
And you're not listening.
If I could change your mind,
I wouldn't save you from the path you wander.
In desperation dreams,
Any soul can set you free.
But I still hear you scream
In every breath...
In every single motion.
Burning innocence, the fire to set you free.
I’ve met the single most infuriating woman on the face of the planet, and she is boring as hell and regurgitates opinions she’s read or heard and hates Wal-Mart.
Yes. Wal-Mart.
There were some people protesting outside of the Wally World on 81st and Lewis, so we stopped to see what the hell was going on. They were wearing things that were supposed to look like the suits that people who deal with biological waste wear. They were holding signs up and waving at cars…and had even gone so far as to put up yellow tape that read “CAUTION” in big, black, bold letters. I could tell this was an anti-capitalism thing right away, but we went to see what they were preaching before making any judgments.
There were two women there - one older and one just about our age - and three children. The kids being there made me cringe…ugh. Anyway, we first approached the older woman (who had been in the newspaper as having been arrested for protesting Halliburton) and asked why they were out there. Her response was basically a big, long string of “uhh” sounds and stammering. She had no idea what they were protesting! The only thing that touched a nerve in her brain was “DA HURRHURR BIG CORPORATION BAD!!” and she decided to attack it! I immediately lost hope in any intelligence there.
So the other woman turned to talk to us, and she seemed someone intelligent…at first. After a while, however, I gave up on her, too. The conversation was Louis - for the most part - telling her why Wal-Mart was not evil and her refuting it by vomiting up “facts” she’d “researched” and “done a paper on.”
Her main argument was just to yell “2 billion dollar revenue!” and assume that we thought that money was evil and bad and horrible, just as she apparently did. We made it quite clear we disagreed with her, and she actually said (and I’m quoting exactly, mind you) “oh, but that’s so bourgeois!”
I was just disgusted and slightly amused by the whole incident until, after stating “we should just agree to disagree” and “I’m getting upset,” she assumed by my arguments that I had had a posh and perfect life from childhood on. I corrected her, telling her that my mother has worked multiple jobs and long hours to support my two brothers and myself. She didn’t even blink an eye at that, and went on to prattle about how Wal-Mart was horrible and didn’t pay their employees enough and it was racist and sexist and didn’t provide health plans.
After some time, I brought up the topic of Sam Walton and how he was in the business for money…not so he could pander to people’s needs that couldn’t support themselves. She said something about how he’d be turning over in his grave, and I nearly gagged. Mister Walton intended Wal-Mart to be exactly what it is: a big, profitable corporation that provides food, services, and other products for low costs.
After a while, she said something about animals and I mentioned being a vegetarian. She replied with “so you can respect animals, but not people…” and that’s when I just gave up and decided she was a dumbass and refused to acknowledge much else. I’m okay with animals lazing around and doing nothing because they are animals. I don’t respect people who want life handed to them from those who earn it…I don’t respect people who don’t act like people. I respect, dare I say it? Those who make their lives livable, educate themselves, think for themselves, and - yes - make money.
If I had stuck around much longer, I was going to explode at her. Not because she had stupid different views, but because she was assuming I was a spoiled, pampered little brat being toted through school by my parents who had never worked a day. I’ve been working since about the age of twelve, since I was raised on a small farm…starting with bottle-feeding calves and throwing hay out with my father. So fuck you, dear.
Her stepson came over there with a sign after a while that read “Wal-Mart doesn’t care about kids” and the older woman (who was a dumb shit) just nodded and said “that’s true!” The woman we were actually speaking to pushed him away because, oh no! He might hear the nasty talk about how this corporation wasn’t evil and we couldn’t have that!!
Long story short: I wanted to punch her in her stupid face. The end.
I was furious by the time we got away from her…we wound up actually leaving because, when I asked “well, don’t you think they earn that 2 billion?” she replied with “no, I don’t consider sitting at a desk in a suit raping the poor-” …we didn’t stick around to listen to anything else.
On the plus side, we saved a baby bird today.
Atlas Shrugged progress: page 811