This (via Common Dreams) is disappointing. I guess on some level, I sort of knew that big conglomerate military-industrial corporations (a la Halliburton) weren't just making tanks and planes and bombs, but were also buying up companies that get even some of *my* corporate-hating money. Now, I feel obligated to read the book so I can get a list of all the places I will avoid (or feel guilty for patronizing). UGH.
I swear, I'm not going to be able to stop being a hypocrite until I'm living on a tiny organic farm with a wind generator and a composting toilet. Le sigh.
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