The heart and mind of a 1%er. It ain't pretty.

[Manifestor_of_Light]

29. Wallyworld has taken away our shopping choices.

There are no alternatives in small towns. We have to buy groceries at at Wallyworld. There are no farmer's markets within fifty miles and I have to drive twenty miles just to get to an evil Walmart. It's easy to tell people to shop at small businesses when you're in the city and they actually have small businesses and people with some wealth/disposable income.

Where I live there is no wealth and the very few small businesses alienate their customers. I have had people in small businesses actually ARGUE with me and my husband. They are incapable of making appointments for definite dates and times to show up. One business (an air conditioning business) called my husband up and griped at him because WE WENT OUT OF TOWN. They can't make appointments. We let them keep the coil they had ordered and didn't get to put in our house because they bitched at us. We used someone else. They are mad about that black guy in the White House and it spills over into everyday life. They're angry all the time.

I have no way of finding clothing not made in sweatshops. I don't want to wear clothes someone else has sweated in and shed dead skin in.

I know how to sew but don't have anywhere to put a cutting board and it would take many hours to make a dress with the proper structure and details. I have an all steel sewing machine made in the 1950s. I know how to do pattern drafting.

There are many financial transactions I cannot make without a credit card. So I pay it off every month.

The OP is talking about things that might be easy if you're in a city.

I'm sick of politically correct goddamn hippie vegans who think you're bad if you don't drive a Prius or a bicycle and shop anywhere but Trader Joe's. We don't have any of these politically correct chains near where I live. I have to drive 150 miles to a Costco.

If I didn't drive a car I would get run over by people who don't look where they are going. I've nearly gotten killed by an old man in a huge pickup when I was driving a small car and he didn't look where he was going. He was stopped to make a left turn and said he "didn't need to look in the direction he was turning". He's gonna kill somebody. I went in front of him when he was stopped and saw his grill right outside my right passenger window. I floored it and saw his front bumper go, in my right side mirror, past my right back bumper by a couple of INCHES. We'd be dead if I hadn't floored it just in time.