== Wal-Mart cross-dressers in Hell = By Mark Morford

[madokie]

30 years of wacky behind-the-scenes corporate behavior, all on videotape. It's a nightmare!

http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2008/04/18/notes041808.DTL&nl=fix

My new nightmare goes something like this:

I'm standing just offstage in a large, musty meeting hall inside a weather-beaten Holiday Inn or Red Lion or some sort of drab forgotten convention center in the middle of Oklahoma City or Kansas or Des Moines. It doesn't really matter, because my body is not really my own, not something to which I've ever really paid all that much attention and hence wherever it is or whatever it's doing has no real connection to the meaning of existence. You know?

I feel rather pasty, thick, ungainly. I have a bad mustache and copious clumps of dark hair in my ears and perhaps my skin hasn't seen sunlight since "The A-Team" was on prime-time.

I rarely have sex. I eat very, very poorly. I have weird floaters in my eyes, an uneasy pain in my kidneys. My knees always hurt. But I don't seem to mind because, well, my soul vanished many years ago, happily sacrificed at the altar of the massive company I work for, and by extension for this feeling, right here, right now. ...

Read the rest:
http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2008/04/18/notes041808.DTL&nl=fix

[nashville_brook]

1. my favorite part -->>

In other words, it's a safe bet that somewhere in all that footage, more than a few Wal-Mart execs are on camera saying something very, very stupid about women, gays, labor policy, unions, overtime pay, health care plans, Chinese sweatshops, the art of sacrificing live human babies to Moloch, the Walton heirs' love of hardcore German fetish porn, just how many heavily discounted George Foreman grills it takes to appease Satan. That sort of thing.

[liberal N proud]

2. Sounds like any Wal-Mart manager

I feel rather pasty, thick, ungainly. I have a bad mustache and copious clumps of dark hair in my ears and perhaps my skin hasn't seen sunlight since "The A-Team" was on prime-time.

I rarely have sex. I eat very, very poorly. I have weird floaters in my eyes, an uneasy pain in my kidneys. My knees always hurt. But I don't seem to mind because, well, my soul vanished many years ago, happily sacrificed at the altar of the massive company I work for, and by extension for this feeling, right here, right now.