Weekly visit with my wife to Walmart's. She buys the groceries and I go into the (enclosed) MacDonald's for coffee and two apple pies. She joins me there in the midst of her shopping for one of the pies. Then I go out to the front and sit in what I call the mourners' bench, made up primarily of old geezers like me waiting for their wives.
I generally have a newspaper and a book, but unbelievably
I've found it a stimulating experience just to sit there: watch the people: at least 40% of them seem to be obese. It's really almost like a church gathering; so many of the old people seem to know one another. I guess for many people it is their church: the altar to the god of materialism.
I marvel at these folks, fat and otherwise, going out with full baskets. Most of them come from the forest (Ocala National Forest) and have pretty modest homes, but they seem to eat well, and they generally drive big Detroit cars.
I begin to compare these poor people with the bright and beautiful ones I chat with and exchange email with on the internet. What a contrast!
It seems to me that society has treated these people poorly, granted them a modest affluence, but deprived them of any significant intellectual stimulation. They attended inferior schools, they don't read, and what they get from the tube is a more or less continuous drivel.
I reflect: this is middle America; this is who we are, the electorate; they will vote overwhelmingly Republican. I wonder if they have any ability to discrimate between the advertising they are constantly bombarded with and any kind of objective truth.
I know many people who are doing what they can to help the needy, but they seem like the little Dutch boy with his finger in the dyke.
God help us.