Wal-Mart first ever sales drop
April 1st, 2016 at 9:21:11 PM permalink | |
Evenbob Member since: Oct 24, 2012 Threads: 146 Posts: 25125 |
Nobody is talking about Canada, we're discussing the US superstore and who started the first one here. Walmart was a latecomer, theirs aren't even 30 years old yet. If you take a risk, you may lose. If you never take a risk, you will always lose. |
April 1st, 2016 at 10:08:22 PM permalink | |
rxwine Member since: Oct 24, 2012 Threads: 192 Posts: 19579 |
Hah, that finally helped me remember "Woolworth". These were the 5 and dime stores though.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F._W._Woolworth_Company You believe in an invisible god, and dismiss people who say they are trans? Really? |
April 1st, 2016 at 11:37:02 PM permalink | |
petroglyph Member since: Aug 3, 2014 Threads: 25 Posts: 6227 | The problem with crony capitalism isn't that the Walton family's wealthiest 6 members are worth 150 billion dollars and can heavily influence politics. It is the carnage that their ilk with these trade agreements hath wrought , America and the corporations were paid to offshore production. I liked one thing Ross Perot said when he campaigned, other than coining, "the giant sucking sound" created by NAFTA. He said, " the taxes that are necessary to run the country, are not collected from minimum wages. And they are not. Under Obama the debt has risen to 19 trillion dollars, paying for the gutting of America by stealing from the future. Walmart spiraling down is a symptom of a larger disease, crony capitalism or Fascism [a partnership between corporations and government]. You have the right to go to Walmart and buy some cheap crap if you want, after all it's a free country. Don't forget that 85% of WM employees also receive government aid. So, the Walton workforce's laborers are subsidized by the American taxpayer. Don't forget to wave your Chinese made American flag on holidays. I often remember this saying from ww2 Germany. “ First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Socialist. Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Trade Unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Jew. Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me." The last official act of any government is to loot the treasury. GW |
April 1st, 2016 at 11:51:48 PM permalink | |
Evenbob Member since: Oct 24, 2012 Threads: 146 Posts: 25125 |
I'm getting tired of this, have you ever been in a Walmart? It's not a dollar store, they actually do sell name brands in every dept. You can buy Hunts Ketchup or the Walmat brand, which is just as good. They sell name brand TV's and computers, name brand paint and oil for your car. The exact same stuff you buy at Target or any other place. It's BS that everything in Walmart is cheap crap, nothing could be further from the truth. I go there because I save a ton on the stuff I use everyday. I even special order my pet food once a month and they keep it for me till I pick it up. I love Walmart, they sell great products and beat the crap out of everybody else on price. They sell their own brand of taco shells, 12 for a dollar. Any of the name brands will cost half again as much, and Walmarts are just as good. Better, even. If you take a risk, you may lose. If you never take a risk, you will always lose. |
April 2nd, 2016 at 2:07:46 AM permalink | |
Pacomartin Member since: Oct 24, 2012 Threads: 1068 Posts: 12569 |
The Hangman —Maurice Ogden Into our town the Hangman came, Smelling of gold and blood and flame. And he paced our bricks with a diffident air, And built his frame on the courthouse square. The scaffold stood by the courthouse side, Only as wide as the door was wide; A frame as tall, or little more, Than the capping sill of the courthouse door. And we wondered, whenever we had the time, Who the criminal, what the crime, That Hangman judged with the yellow twist Of knotted hemp in his busy fist. And innocent though we were, with dread, We passed those eyes of buckshot lead; Till one cried: "Hangman, who is he For whom you raise the gallows-tree?" Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye, And he gave us a riddle instead of reply: "He who serves me best," said he, "Shall earn the rope on the gallows-tree." And he stepped down, and laid his hand On a man who came from another land. And we breathed again, for another's grief At the Hangman's hand was our relief. And the gallows-frame on the courthouse lawn By tomorrow's sun would be struck and gone. So we gave him way, and no one spoke, Out of respect for his hangman's cloak. The next day's sun looked mildly down, On roof and street in our quiet town And, stark and black in the morning air, The gallows-tree on the courthouse square. And the Hangman stood at his usual stand With the yellow hemp in his busy hand; With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike, And his air so knowing and businesslike. And we cried: "Hangman, have you not done, Yesterday, with the alien one?" Then we fell silent, and stood amazed: "Oh, not for him was the gallows raised." He laughed a laugh as he looked at us: "Did you think I'd gone to all this fuss To hang one man? That's a thing I do To stretch the rope when the rope is new." Then one cried, "Murderer!" One cried, "Shame!" And into our midst the Hangman came To that man's place. "Do you hold," said he, "With him that was meant for the gallows-tree?" And he laid his hand on that one's arm, And we shrank back in quick alarm, And we gave him way, and no one spoke, Out of fear of his hangman's cloak. That night we saw with dread surprise, The Hangman's scaffold had grown in size. Fed by the blood beneath the chute The gallows-tree had taken root; Now as wide, or a little more, Than the steps that led to the courthouse door, As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall, Halfway up on the courthouse wall. The third he took — we had all heard tell — Was a usurer and infidel, And: "What," said the Hangman, "have you to do, With the gallows-bound, and he a Jew?" And we cried out: "Is this one he, Who has served you well and faithfully?" The Hangman smiled: "It's a clever scheme To try the strength of the gallows-beam." The fourth man's dark, accusing song Had scratched out comfort hard and long; And "What concern," he gave us back, "Have you for the doomed - the doomed and black?" The fifth.The sixth. And we cried again: "Hangman, Hangman, is this the man?" "It's a trick," he said, "that we hangmen know For easing the trap when the trap springs slow." And so we ceased, and asked no more, As the Hangman tallied his bloody score; And sun by sun, and night by night, The gallows grew to monstrous height. The wings of the scaffold opened wide, Till they covered the square from side to side; And the monster cross-beam, looking down, Cast its shadow across the town. Then through the town the Hangman came And called in the empty streets my name - And I looked at the gallows soaring tall And thought: "There is no one left at all, For hanging, and so he calls to me to help pull down the gallows-tree." And I went out with right good hope to the Hangman's tree and the Hangman's rope. He smiled at me as I came down, To the courthouse square through the silent town, and supple and stretched in his busy hand, Was the yellow twist of the hempen strand. And he whistled his tune as he tried the trap And it sprang down with a ready snap— And then with a smile of awful command, He laid his hand upon my hand. "You tricked me, Hangman!" I shouted then. "That your scaffold was built for other men. And I no henchman of yours," I cried, "You lied to me, Hangman, foully lied!" Then a twinkle grew in his buckshot eye: "Lied to you? Tricked you?" he said, "Not I. For I answered straight and I told you true: The scaffold was raised for none but you. "For who has served me more faithfully Than you with your coward's hope?" said he, "And where are the others that might have stood Side by your side in the common good?" "Dead," I whispered; and amiably "Murdered," the Hangman corrected me; "First the alien, then the Jew... I did no more than you let me do." Beneath the beam that blocked the sky, None had stood so alone as I - And the Hangman strapped me, and no voice there Cried "Stay" for me in the empty square. |
April 2nd, 2016 at 2:22:53 AM permalink | |
petroglyph Member since: Aug 3, 2014 Threads: 25 Posts: 6227 | Thanks Paco, I enjoyed it's power. Added; It reminds me a bit of E.A. Poe The last official act of any government is to loot the treasury. GW |