The Devil and Sam Walton

A man looks in the abyss...  

So, I sold something to that company in Arkansas, yesterday.
That's right; I've crawled through the belly of the beast.

I  wonder why the doomsday preachers never fixed on Sam as the Antichrist.

Who better?

Revelation 13:16-17

King James Version (KJV)

16 And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads:

17 And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.

I mean, it's all right there,
just as plain as that red thing on Gorbachev's face.
(He made a pretty good Antichrist candidate in his time, too...)

There's no soul over there in Arkansas.  It's just a great, black abyss.

Sam ain't dead; he's just bidin' his time...

Where's Hal Holbrook when you need him? The Abyss

Case of the Mondays

It's Monday.

I'm feeling overworked.

If you're a good salesman, that just means you have something to do, 

and someone is waiting for it.

My mentor - the Great Peter - once told me:

"You're in sales, Jack; if you're giving it more than 60%, you're doing something wrong."

I could use a pick me up.  

And very little picks me up like The Jesters' Cadillac Man.

Monday Pick Me Up

Day One

So, here we are.  It's time for me to sound my barbaric yawp.

I am a salesman.  There are many of us.  

This is a blog for salesmen and those that love or hate them,

which is probably everybody in the world, in one way or another.  

I should have a million followers by the end of the week.

Oh, yeah...  you're gonna want that TrueCoat.