"...our hatred for Wal-Mart is not, in fact, based on anything the company does; it is based on what the company is. It is a big box. A big, bland, concrete warehouse. It hurts us, the very vision of it. Wal-Mart comes into town and builds an ugly box and then all the regular little stores shut down, and all that is left is a big ugly box on the outskirts of town. And inside that box are bright, harsh lights and ugly Republican people and lots of NASCAR-branded items and a pervasive atmosphere of small-town hopelessness.
We hate Wal-Mart for aesthetic reasons. Anyone who grew up in a non-urban area where Wal-Mart dominated all commerce is familiar with that feeling of dread that goes along with the thought that you must drag yourself into that harshly lit box again and again and again, because to refuse to would mean breaking your meager bank account on cat litter and pie and Hanes shirts and pocket knives and radio controlled cars and DVDs that weren't marked down to the lowest, lowest, lowest possible prices.
Wal-Mart is, in many places and for many people, inescapable. Much like work and drudgery and eventual death. It fills us with an existential despair that can't be assuaged by any amount of greening of the supply chain or corporate diversity initiatives. We hate you because of who you are, Wal-Mart. A big fucking ugly box. Go away and die."

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the lovely, Kara Walker