The Wal-Mart Experience

I’m not going to say my former south Bakersfield neighborhood, once a middle class haven, turned foul because it bordered a Wal-Mart store.  In fairness to the elephantine retailer, the area swirled into a sewer because absentee landlords sucked the Section 8 tit and, in exchange for government housing subsidies, stuffed criminals and other loud…

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An Indignant Pig

Seldom have I complained about my brethren being slaughtered, fried, roasted, and barbecued.  Never did I protest when my owners hired a veterinarian – a butcher with a degree – to whack off my testicles and saw my tusks.  Rarely have I whined about forever being banished to a dreary Calabasas canyon while, in the…

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Tokyo Life and Architecture

Men with technical minds made in Japan, England, and America were talking about my city, and me, at the A/cute Tokyo symposium, and I wanted to stand and shout shut up.  You architects aren’t so bright.  You’re human computers hired to build the problems you condemn.  I already knew life in my city of thirty…

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