FUCK MY CHURCH AND FUCK FRED MEYER!!!!

ok, not my church like the universal Catholic Church, but rather my particular church, St Wenceslaus Church. and i do indeed wish fucking upon Fred Meyer inc, and even upon the universal corporate america that wisks our money far, far away. i hate CEOs, i hate chains, i hate corporate america, and i hate indenticalism and non-originality.

this is a rant. it has been building for sometime now, but reached boiling point one week ago. last saturday night i tried to stop at the local grocery store for root beer float ingredients, but it was closed early. "That's weird.", i thought to myself. then the next morning on the way to Mass i saw it. IT. the "going out of business sale" sign in large painful letters in the front window. i became quite enraged. i was unable to concentrate in Mass. in Mass at St Wenceslaus. St Wencelaus Church who sold the land across the street to Fred Meyer Inc. 5 years ago. Fred Meyer who takes our community's money and gives it to people far, far away who don't need it. Fred Meyer, the bain of our existance and the reason that our local grocery store is closing. they withstood the evil for 5 long years, but they have succombed. the age of withstanding has passed, the day of suffering is come.

the other day i heard a man speaking sweet, sweet words on the radio. he informed us all that for every $100 we spend at large chain stores (Safeway/Vons, Fred Meyer/Kroger, McDonalds, Kraft/Phillip Morris, Borders, Starbucks, etc.) about $20 stays in our community. so ok, they bring a little money to our town. however, for every $100 we spend at locally owned businesses, about $50 stays in our community. and the jobs brought to our towns by these local stores will be Owner, or Manager, or other higher-paying, more desirable positions. these people in turn will reinvest this money in our community by shopping at other local stores, or furthering their own or their children's education. don't break the cycle.

on the other hand, the "jobs" brought by large corporations are burger-flipping, clean-up in aisle 4, would you like a drink with that, and you have til friday on that new release. gay. all the upper-management positions are out of town, usually out of state. as a result small town america will continue to die, leaving only The City, Suburbia, and The Sad, Sad Dirt We Call Farmland.

so go to your local, nameless coffee shop: you'll meet more interesting and unique folks than at the corporate, faceless place. buy milk at the corner store. find an artsy neighbor to make Christmas gifts for the fam. or buy them a gift certificate for the little bookshop down the street. even if they have a shitty selection they can order any book under the sun for no extra charge. you won't regret it. peace out.

PS: i can't figure out a way to avoid the oil and insurance corporations yet. help!