By the way, this essay describes some people I saw at Walmart. And I do see more people there who are strangely dressed, or otherwise strung out, than I would see in a local supermarket down the street.

But as far as “people of Walmart” go around where I live, most are pretty mainstream although not upscale. And I guess I’m a “person of Walmart,” because I go there with some frequency, probably at least once a month.

They come in 2-lb bags at Walmart. I got a bag that had about 5 fairly large ones, for $3.59. Pretty good price.

Ahhh, the memories . . . a Peter Strzok text message to his woman friend, July 2018:

“Just went to a southern Virginia Walmart. I could SMELL the Trump support.”

Ah, yes, the old lefty “Basket of Deplorables” view of anyone conservative.

A guy with the glabrous face of a twisted elf claims to be able to sniff out Trump voters … The elf looking to the Democrat Party, as the neckbearded are to Islamists.

And never, ever, ever trust a guy with an ugly mistress.

It must be a real type though: Bart Stupak, Peter Strzok, Pete Butttigieg, and the American Gollum himself, James Carville.

“Even votes for the same guy Peter Strozk assumes those smelly WalMart shoppers likely do, if they vote!”

Yeah, so the hypothetical there is defining.

The defiantly smelly cringe inducing American lumpenproletarian land-whales which are the subject of so much chagrined amusement on line, are not likely to be Trump supporters.

I dont personally know many morbidly obese people, nor any EBT card holders, but my encounters with them in public spaces convinces me that if they vote at all they vote as life resenting members of the government’s client class would be expected to vote.

The occasional plumber’s crack shopper excepted.

They aren’t popular, because they have little brown spots (the size of this period: .) on them, and the more of them they have, the sweeter they are. But they don’t have that “yellow gleam” that is so popular for grapefruit. But they ARE by far the best balance for grapefruit as far as sweet/tart goes. Again, the more brown spots, the sweeter they are.

My mother’s house when I was a kid had an old old Duncan tree in the back yard, and, in some ways, I hated it, because that bastard dropped literally hundreds of fruit every year. Which I had to dispose of, one way or another (the easiest was usually the lawnmower, but even that had its limits). But those were some damned good grapefruit, no question. We gave bushels of them away every year (this was back in the 60s/70s, when transport of fresh fruit was far more spotty, and anytime anyone went on a long vacation trip, you’d take bushels of citrus from Florida along as gifts. No one does this anymore. And it’s probably technically illegal, though exactly what disease citrus from Florida is going to spread in Iowa seems unclear…)

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}}} Ahhh, the memories . . . a Peter Strzok text message to his woman friend, July 2018:

“Just went to a southern Virginia Walmart. I could SMELL the Trump support.”

Ah, yes, the old lefty “Basket of Deplorables” view of anyone conservative.

Sweet and crunchy.

But I dont have to go to Walmart.

Maybe I should.

In the orange world, there are Minneolas, likewise incredibly tasty and available only at certain times of the year. However, I just looked them up and discovered they aren’t oranges at all, but crosses between tangerines and grapefruit. Still amazing.

As for WalMart, in our rural backwater, until recently it was really the only local option for many kinds of shopping, unless you’re willing to drive an hour to a small city. (Our area doesn’t have the demographics for,, say, a Target.) But now, Dollar General is giving WalMart a run for its money for general sundries, and it’s much more pleasant. Right down the road, not so huge and overwhelming as to give you a headache, with somebody you know behind the counter, and so far, at least, no weird outfits on the customers.

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