Is anyone surprised at the disdain Ms. Dowd has for icky products available at Wasilla's Wal-Mart:
Wal-Mart has all the doodads that Sarah must need in her career as a sportsman — Remingtons and "torture tested" riflescopes, game bags for caribou, machines that imitate rabbits and young deer and coyotes to draw your quarry in so you can shoot it, and machines to squish cows into beef jerky.
And the people were amusing, too:
I talked to a Wal-Mart mom, Betty Necas, 39, wearing sweatpants and tattoos on her wrists.
Sweatpants and tattoos. Wow. No top? You'd think Alaska would be the last place you'd find that sort of thing.
I think the liberal elite should definitely keep making fun of people who hunt and shop at Wal-Mart. That's a great idea.
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