I had never been grocery shopping at Wal-Mart until last night, when I filled a sick person's shopping list at her preferred store. The prices are, of course, great. But I had no idea of how great: 15-20% less than Kroger's, is my guess. The aisles are wide; the selection very good; and the place was mobbed. Not by the middle or upper classes, of course, but by the working class and poor. There were young parents and their big familes, college students on a budget, single mothers and their children, elderly people shopping for themselves--all oppressed by the low prices and the bustling, happy atmosphere of commerce. From a class standpoint, the employees are the same as the customers, and they all seem to consider the place sort of a club that's a pleasure to attend.
Leftists, crunchy cons, and paleo cons hate Wal-Mart. As I looked around that vast space of real service to the least among us, I could only think: God bless this great enterprise.
