rightous, right-on outrage, from cindy of food migration, inspired by perfect fruit:
Where exactly do we intend to take this country? Is this really what everybody wants: a long line of chain stores and cookie-cutter housing developments stretching endlessly across the land? It seems like we've made this crazy Faustian bargain with development: give us convenience and low prices, and we'll sacrifice originality, individuality, flavor, passion, specificity. And what does all this bring us? More time to watch bigger televisions and avoid contact with our neighbors?