The irrelevance of suburban angst—
Walls of merchandizes, standing in the midst of air-conditioned, sweat-soaked, greedy grippers, stare down at their potential adoptive parents.
If a national campaign were to be drafted by these shoppers, they would make Wal-Marts their town halls, the complacent clerks their reps, those price tags their anthem.
Ah, Wal-Mart, how eager am I to pledge my allegiance to thee? If you only know…