I really don't like
Wal-Mart. Not because of any moral or social reason, I just don't like shopping there. I think their stores tend to be trashy, the employees for the most part are uninformed and indifferent, and when I leave I feel like I need to take a shower. If I have a choice between driving five minutes to
Wal-Mart, or ten minutes to Target, I'll shop at Target in a heartbeat.

Does this mean that you will never find me inside a
Wal-Mart? No. Sometimes I just can't help it. In the
Tooele valley there just isn't another choice. When I'm with a group of friends and they decide that they need to stop in at
Wal-Mart, I'll go in and walk around, and even buy something if I need it. But that doesn't change the fact that I really don't like
Wal-Mart, at all.

My feelings for Target and
Wal-Mart were similar to my feelings about the candidates in the election. Either one would end up taking my money, and neither would have all the things I was looking for. I just felt like one of the candidates had more of what I wanted in a president than the other, and the other had some things that I would really like to do without.
I don't agree with Sen. Obama on most issues, and I pray that the checks and balances in the system will help reign in some of his well intentioned, yet short sighted, ambitions.
Here's to four years of shopping at Wal-Mart.