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I rose from my evening’s indulgence. Pushing pause, I passed through the dark room, glowing with a crystal glare, and entered the kitchen. Flicking on the lights, white recessed cans struck their yellow casts onto shadows with a soft incandescence, like a candle on a corner bookshelf.<br />I reached the pantry, opened its wooden doors and pulled down two contents. One was a can of Equal Exchange Organic Hot Cocoa. The other was a plastic bag of Western Family Marshmallows—jumbo.<br />

The Brotherhood of Corporation

Camron Karsten
2007-04-27 22:26:53

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I rose from my evening’s indulgence. Pushing pause, I passed through the dark room, glowing with a crystal glare, and entered the kitchen. Flicking on the lights, white recessed cans struck their yellow casts onto shadows with a soft incandescence, like a candle on a corner bookshelf.
I reached the pantry, opened its wooden doors and pulled down two contents. One was a can of Equal Exchange Organic Hot Cocoa. The other was a plastic bag of Western Family Marshmallows—jumbo.

Outside, a layer of clouds blocked the night sky. A sheet of rain fell and piddled on the patio. As the teakettle came to a boil, whistling a harmonizing melody of the Swiss Alps as if a yodeler in search of his Lassie, I turned down the gas flame and filled my mug. I stirred in the powdered chocolate and white puffs of sugar, wondering if true sustainability would ever be possible? Needless to say, my hot cocoa was sweetened to perfection as the marshmallows dissolved into a creamy concoction.

America’s Omnipresent Morale

Back in the television room, the movie proceeded. It was a documentary entitled Wal-Mart: The High Cost of Low Price. Directed by Robert Greenwald, the film captures the stories of employees and those affected across the country. It is about the reality in the American morale of capitalism when the Goliath of unwarrior-like business, the Monopoly board of the family, slams into a community with uncombed hair of Philistine respect, and plays families with its cheap plastic blocks of homes and hotels (all paid with false money). From an employed mother forced to seek government-assisted healthcare to raise her children to a family-owned hardware store pushed out of business by the neighboring Wal-Mart superstructure.

The movie recalled my recent journey to Mazatlan, Mexico and the newly razed soil to accommodate the acres of asphalt and the high ceilings of cheap Wal-Mart goods. Not only has the corporation captured the minds ...