Why people voted for Walmart as the worst company in America

"I am voting for walmart because of their low wages, the dead eyes in many of its employees (I know..... I used to be one long ago),and their tendency to drive their manufacturers out of business/into bankruptcy by demanding lower & lower costs."

"To me Wal-Mart is the epitome of everything that is bad in our country right now. Outsourcing of jobs to China. Low quality dangerous goods. Putting mom and pop stores out of business and making the entire country look like a homogenized genericana wasteland."

"in a battle of evil, it's always Wal-Mart. Always."

"Wal-Mart's biggest crime? They stole the smiley face. Give us back Mr. Smiley Face!"

"I knew they pushed manufacturers to lesser quality items for their stores, but I was not expecting this to trickle down to frozen pizza. I know they have committed greater evils, but man, screwing with a DiGiorno should be punishable by death."

"walmart knowingly uses its size against its manufacturers. When walmart says they will sell a manufacturer's product the manufacturer first gets a decent deal from walmart, but has to retool & buy more manufacturing facilities in order to meet walmart's demand. THEN once the manufacturer is in debt & dependent upon walmart.... walmart puts the squeeze on.... demanding lower costs. And this happens every time the contract is negotiated and eventually the manufacturer goes under."

"Walmart is actively evil. Eviscerating middle class family stores? Evil. Workers rights violations, shoddy pay, dangerous products made for the poor, ironically made by the poor of the third world. Evil. They make a profit off of screwing people over."

"They drive smaller stores out of business so people have to drive to their instead of walking to the smaller ones. "

"I will say that it's usually the terrible store managers that ruin the experience for both the employees, and the customers end up getting the brunt of it. As a former supervisor, I'd probably still be there part-time if it weren't for the constant belittling that my coworkers and I went through."

" Not shopping there isn't always easy. In some areas, pre-existing businesses crumble in Wal-Mart's wake, and those who don't may drive their prices up, or resort to selling crap as well.

I'm not sure that Wal-Mart hasn't "allowed" instances of identity theft and fraud. Given the number of stores they have, and the amount of business that they do, I don't think it's implausible. Maybe we just haven't heard about it yet.

Wal-Mart DOES cost taxpayers. As of 2004, they had received at least 650 million (and that's a generous, low end estimate. I've seen figures as high as 1 billion) dollars in government subsidies — free/low-cost land, job training funds, sales tax rebates, tax credits, infrastructure assistance. This doesn't include the Wal-Mart employees who have qualified for -and taken- food stamps (or other forms of public assistance), or those who have enrolled themselves/their kids in health programs run by the states. How much unemployment has been paid out to those who have lost jobs in their communities when Wal-Marts rolled in?

I'm sure Wal-Mart has done some a great amount of good in some of the communities they've entered, but many of their actions have been/are worthy of contempt. "

"I bought a GE Skillet from them a while back and it was a piece of shit. To find out why, I checked the box and it said something like "made for Wal-Mart" and ever since then, when I do venture into Wal-Mart I always check for that label.

Actually, come to think of it, the last thing I bought after that skillet was a small grill, otherwise I haven't bothered with Wal-Mart for any appliances."

"Has Wal-Mart given any money to the gay and lesbian cause here lately? I hear they are running out of rainbow posters."

Business as ususal

So right after I got back from bahston, I headed to Chicago for my first ever business trip. What a great time. I've never had such great food. We went to all the restaurants I would never pay for and had beer and wine at all of them. Here's a quick list of some of the delectable eateries: Carson's (great BBQ), Valero (amazing homemade Italiano and Chianti), Giordano's (stuffed pizza), Carmine's(another great italiano)

Bahston

A trip to Bahston

Day 1

We took an early flight to the city of odd sounding “ah”s and arrived at 9am giving us the entire day to explore and adventure. We found a Charlie card distributor and we’re on our way. Our first stop of the day was Quincy Market.

Quincy Market: A open air mall like feel but with local flair! Quincy market had approximately 50 local eateries including: Greek, Italian, seafood, cookies, desserts, American(hotdogs), and many other mouth watering eye candies. We picked to indulge in a Gyro and an Italitano Sausage. Both very amazing!

Next we headed to the Hay Market.

Hay Market: Is only open on Friday and Saturdays. It is a farmer’s market in downtown Bahston. On our trip we found quarts of strawberries for $1, Pick a goat to slaughter, crabs still moving, fish still gasping and a whole lot of ethnic hoopla.

To continue with our ethnic hoopla, we visited Chinatown.

Bahston’s Chinatown is actually very small. The coolest thing we say was a group of old Chinamen playing some sort of hexagonal domino type game….they were getting into it like a raccoon discovering a week old bacon wrapping.

To get back to good ole America….we decided to visit Boston Commons.

Boston Commons: A mini Bostonian version of Central Park in New York City. Formally the grounds of public hangings, militia training and among other activities….cattle grazing, this park is full of history and peaceful fun.

Considering our morning had been packed full of walking, we then decided to catch a flick at the local AMC.

Leatherheads: A movie makes getting shot in the foot seem like a lifetime highlight. IT SUCKED….no it worse than sucked….it vacuumed!

Our walking tour continued at Beacon Hill.

Beacon Hill: A neighborhood full of bricky Boston flavor. Absolutely beautiful…every house all brick and kept in the best condition. Also home of the most photographed street in the United States…Acorn Street.

The Last stop on Day 1…..Elephant and Castle restaurant. Great restaurant, great atmosphere, great food. We had ceasar side salads and shared a Bacon Blue burger that they actually cooked to medium! I also had a New Castle on tap. Day 1 just happened to be a promotional day for New Castle at Elephant and Castle which landed us a t-shirt, hat and 2 bottle openers…SWEET!

Day 2

Day 2 started with Breakfast at Dunkin’ doughnuts. I have never seen to many Dunkin’ Doughnuts in my life then what I saw in Boston.

After a good watering and feeding we headed off the the historical Freedom trail.

Freedom Trail: No better way to see the historical city than this. The trail winds all throughout the city including beacon hill, quincy market, north end and bunker hill. If you are going to take the trail (if you don’t you’re stupid) you have two options on how to take it: 1) Pay about $15.00/person for a 90 minutes tour. 2) Pay $2.00 for the map with all the facts a tour guide has in their little head and spend over 6 hours really getting to see the city as it should be seen. We choose option 2. It was great! We got to spend time at all the sites we wanted to see and glance over anything we didn’t. After talking with some local shop keepers we determined where to grab lunch in the North end. We went to Ernesto’s Pizza on Salem St. which is home to the best pizza we have ever had! And stopped by the Modern Pastries on Hanover St. to grab a canolie and homemade peanut butter cup. Both pit stops came recommended by locals and both are being recommended by us! The end of the freedom trail comes to its final stop after a rather long hike to Bunker Hill. On top of Bunker hill stands a 300ft tall Obelisk which you can climb…what better way to end a day then climb the official thunder thigh 5000. After a 294 step climb through a dark, damp, windowless spiral we reached the pinnacle of the freedom trail…a drab room that reminded us of a medieval torture cell. Holy Weapons of mass destruction did our legs hurt!

We ended the freedom trail not by walking back to our hotel, but rather praying a bus route actually came to Bunker Hill. Low and behold, an unmarked bus route did indeed go to Bunker Hill and took us right back to the sanctity of our hotel.

The evening of day 2 included an awesome dinner at a rather sheik restaurant in South End called The Beehive. Our eating included the best Scallops we’ve ever had, a 1 pound 2 inch thick pork chop, Hoegaardener beer, and to top it all off, a deconstructed apple pie which only stood the test of our forks for about 45 seconds.

Day 3

On day 3 we decided to walk where the some of the greatest minds in the world had streaked….Harvard. Harvard was only a short train trip away and after arriving…we decided it was nothing special. If you go to Harvard you need to take a tour of some sort. We found a free tour called “Unofficial Tour” given by Hahvard’s finest freshman students. We thought the one of the highlights of the tour was a story about how all Harvard students streak across Harvard yard the Friday after finals week. We decided we’re coming to Boston next January after finals week! They took us all around the yard and told great stories about the university and it’s occupants of yesteryear. We had lunch at a local brew house called John Harvard’s. It was a great pub with four different kinds of home brewed beer and excellent food. Again, a restaurant that actually cooked a burger medium....twice in one city is unbelievable.

After Harvard, we continued to stroll past MIT in search of the oldest ball park in America…Fenway Park. We found Fenway Park area filled with people all excited for the big game vs. the Yankees. It was a rowdy bunch and fun just to see where the green monster lives.

To finish off the day we decided to shuck some oysters at the Oldest restaurant in America, The Union Oyster House. Neither of us have ever had oysters before, so we decided to try it. After “shucking” two I felt like I was doing pretty well….on the third oyster…I bit into it….the biggest mistake of my life. I have never tasted something so horrible. I like to think I have an open mind when it comes to food….on day three one door of my open mind definitely became locked tight.

Day 4

The original reason we wanted to come to Boston…Whale Watching!! The whale watching tour was amazing. We ended up seeing over 25 different whales, and each one breeched the surface multiple times. There were three types of whales we encountered. 1) humpback 2) fin 3) white. We also saw dolphins leaping out of the water. Deffinitly recommended trip. The entire boat ride was about 4 hours while 2 of those 4 were spent viewing God's magnificent creation. Later in the afternoon on day 4 we flew home to the C-bus.

Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife...a story....not personal experience

Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife...

A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their
anniversary submitted this.


Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol &Pawn Shop that sparked my
interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a
little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a
100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were
supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your
assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety.

WAY TOO COOL!

Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded 2 AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.

Nothing!

I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND
pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch
of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.??

AWESOME!!!?

Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on
the face of her microwave!

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it
couldn't be all that bad with only 2 AAA batteries, right ?

There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was
reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong???

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would reportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer
than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.? ? All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with 2 itsy, bitsy, AAA batteries) thinking to myself, "no possible way!"??

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best... I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it dumbass," reasoning that a one- second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button and......

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!!

I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles
nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs! The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "Do it again, stupid, do it again!"

Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three-second burst would be considered conservative.

SON-OF-A BITCH... That hurt like hell !!!

A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get up there??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles! I'm offering a significant reward
for their safe return!!

P. S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!

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