You know folks are getting desperate when they decide to boycott health food stores. Carrying crude signs reading: “Boycott Whole Foods – CEO says he doesn’t care about your health care”, disgruntled protesters pace the streets, hoping to salvage what remains of the effort to retool America’s health care system. 5’ll get ya 10 most of the sign-bearers haven’t read the Wall Street Journal in the last 15 years. Which is where Whole Foods’ CEO (John Mackey) laid out his plan to solve the current health care miasma.
To make matters more fun, we now learn that the United Food and Commercial Workers Union (UFCW) has jumped into the fray, perhaps with both feet. Head-butters unite! And just in time for football season!
But it gets seriously sizzling when a big investment company, ostensibly concerned over their shares of Whole Foods, demands that John Mackey be dumped from his lofty position (saving the share holders a whopping $33,000 yearly salary!).
What’s next? Perhaps the Three Stooges can be resurrected, whipped into fighting shape, given a few hits of mescaline, and aimed at America’s leading purveyor of “natural foods.” That Whole Foods employs thousands of colorful youngsters who actually like working there shouldn’t play into the equation. Or that Mackey’s salary, along with other high-ranking WF’s wonks is capped (can we say the same about the UFCW?).
But, in the long run, I guess it makes sense to punish the innocent in order to make a point. And that point is that America’s political “progressives” are becoming the nation’s least tolerant people. It can be argued that CEO’s should keep their eye on the bottom line and their mouths shut. But to tar and feather Whole Foods over the opinion of their CEO is akin to shooting yourself in the foot because your shoe is too small. Opinions are, as we all know, like proverbial elbows – everybody’s got one (or two).
Count me out – I’m low on organic oatmeal and “green” bananas. Later today I’m driving my 50 mpg sedan over yonder to the evil Whole Foods, slurp some fair trade coffee, flirt with the cute hippie gals in the bakery department, and throw away a few dineros on a hunk of free range chicken.
E-gad – I’m an omnivore!
posted by Mudd
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