Farm at the intersection of Whirlwind Road and North Branford Road
Wallingford, CT
Please repost- Protest Against Walmart- New Haven, CT
PROTEST AGAINST
WALMART
Our communities and local economies are being bought out by a company that…
- Destroys independent, locally-owned businesses
- Oppresses work unions
- (According to some estimates) receives 92% of its retail products from China, thus hurting the U.S. economy
We need to support local businesses and stimulate growth in our own local markets. We need to keep our money within our communities, not within the pockets of ultra-rich CEO’s. Allowing any company, organization, or group to have this much money and power is an immediate threat to the safety and well-being of our community, our country, and our planet. We must break free from monopoly.
This is not a protest against the well-intentioned general employees of Walmart. This is a protest against the too-powerful CEO’s and corporate heads that are manipulating and using the lower and middle classes.
BLACK FRIDAY, NOV. 25th, 2011
10 A.M.
THE SIDEWALK IN FRONT OF THE NEW HAVEN WALMART
315 FOXON BLVD. NEW HAVEN, CT
BRING YOUR OWN SIGN OR JUST COME TO JOIN US
MAKE YOUR VOICE HEARD
Protest Against Walmart- New Haven, CT
PROTEST AGAINST
WALMART
Our communities and local economies are being bought out by a company that…
- Destroys independent, locally-owned businesses
- Oppresses work unions
- (According to some estimates) receives 92% of its retail products from China, thus hurting the U.S. economy
We need to support local businesses and stimulate growth in our own local markets. We need to keep our money within our communities, not within the pockets of ultra-rich CEO’s. Allowing any company, organization, or group to have this much money and power is an immediate threat to the safety and well-being of our community, our country, and our planet. We must break free from monopoly.
This is not a protest against the well-intentioned general employees of Walmart. This is a protest against the too-powerful CEO’s and corporate heads that are manipulating and using the lower and middle classes.
BLACK FRIDAY, NOV. 25th, 2011
10 A.M.
THE SIDEWALK IN FRONT OF THE NEW HAVEN WALMART
315 FOXON BLVD. NEW HAVEN, CT
BRING YOUR OWN SIGN OR JUST COME TO JOIN US
MAKE YOUR VOICE HEARD
The Box
A few weeks ago I witnessed some potentially Area-51-type-shit in Cheshire.
I was walking along West Main St. one night when I heard sirens off in the distance. The sirens went on and off, but they eventually came closer, and I could see some flashing lights coming towards me. A tow truck came along, going probably 10 or 15 MPH. It wasn’t carrying anything, but had a very large pole or antenna attached to its roof, which was probably the size of a street pole.
As the tow truck made its way up the road, I realized that it was leading a procession of emergency and utility vehicles. They were all going the same speed, all of them with flashing lights. Most of the vehicles were State Troopers or unmarked government-looking cars, but no local police cruisers.
So, I would see a tow truck, then an unmarked government car, then some sort of electrical/power/utility vehicle, and so on, but in the middle of this long line of cars was the weirdest part. In the very middle there was a 16-wheeler truck with a trailer. The trailer was carrying a massive building/room, which looked to be made completely of metal. It was just a big, square metal box, but it was huge. It took up almost the whole width of the road it seemed. It was around the same height as a telephone pole, but probably a bit shorter. It had no windows or doors from what I could see, except for one regular-sized door on the back side of the building. It was just this giant metal room with one tiny (in comparison to its overall size) door.
I assume some of the emergency vehicles were there just to direct oncoming traffic around this truck everywhere they went, because this building took up most of the road and other cars probably had to drive half-way up on the curb to avoid hitting it.
After all these vehicles had driven out of sight, I walked in the same direction they had gone, and I went by a convenience store that I was sure they had passed. A guy and two girls were standing outside of the store talking, so I asked them if they were outside when this weird box had come by. The kid (who works at the convenience store) said he had just stepped outside a moment ago and missed it, but that he knew what I was talking about. Apparently, he had seen the same group of cars (along with the box) go by the store 3 or 4 times in the past few weeks before.
Maybe there is some top-secret government base in Connecticut? Maybe they were transporting some giant creature in that metal box? I don’t know……..
Sir!
One afternoon, two years ago in downtown New Haven, I was walking up Chapel St. when I passed a man on the sidewalk. I was listening to music and noticed he was talking to me, so I took off my headphones.
He asked me what my name was, to which I said “_______(insert my name here)”. He said, “Ahh, ______, like the bible?”. I said, “Huh?”, and he continued with, “_______, like in the bible. You know, ______ from the bible (from which my name is actually derived, but I wasn’t sure why he was mentioning it),”. I probably gave a confused look and just smiled, because his face went blank and he asked, “You don’t read the bible, do you?”, in a retorical manner. I told him I knew the name from the bible, but that no, I don’t read it.
He changed the subject and now asked if I would mind taking a walk with him. I said, “No thanks, I’m fine.” He asked me again to go walk with him for a bit. Again, I answered, “Sorry, but I’m good. Thanks”, while politely smiling at him. I slowly began to walk forward. He started asking more intently and seemed to get angry as I began walking away.
He started loudly saying, “Sir…… Excuse me….. Sir…..”. I keep walking, and now he’s yelling very angrily, “Sir!… Sir!… Sir!”. I noticed through the reflection of a store window that he was following me. I was half-laughing at the situation and half-walking away even faster, hoping not to get jumped.
But he eventually stopped following me. He muttered, “Motherfucker…….”, and walked off in the other direction.
A few weeks ago I was riding my bike late at night in Meriden. A car came up behind me and shot me with a super-soaker. I took off my soaked shirt and rode off in the other direction. The same car found me again 10 minutes later and got me again. I pedaled really fast and almost caught up with them, but stopped and realized they’d probably just shoot at me again if I came up to them.
