Kelo-brate bad times, come on!

Like most Patriots, I found last year's eminent domain fatwa by the grand ayatollahs of our Supreme Ruling Council most alarming. In short, they granted municipalities the right to seize whatever land they wanted on the behalf of The Left's most steadfast ally, real estate developers. It was a foreboding omen for Freedom, and now I am sad to see (via Prayer Warriors WorldNetDaily) that my worst fears have been realized: A city in California has used eminent domain laws to oppress Wal-Mart, one of America's most upstanding corporate citizens:

A San Francisco suburb voted Tuesday night to use the power of eminent domain to keep Wal-Mart Stores Inc. off a piece of city land after hearing from dozens of residents who accused the big-box retailer of engaging in scare tactics to force its way into the bedroom community.

The overflow crowd that packed into the tiny Hercules City Hall cheered after the five-person City Council voted unanimously to use the unusual tactic to seize the 17 acres where Wal-Mart intended to build a shopping complex.

My God, Pol Pot himself would marvel at such anti-Capitalist wiliness. I don't know what sort of Communist utopia the people of Hercules (wouldn't "Stalingrad" be more appropriate?) are trying to build, but in light of the many benefits a Wal-Mart store brings to its local community, as well as to its workers both here and abroad, they've really shot themselves in the foot with this one. Enjoy your death camps, Herculeans!

I have to admit I'm curious about what type of city would refuse to learn the lessons of 9/11 and go to such extreme lengths to keep affordable duct tape and plastic sheeting out of the hands of its citizens. But I think it's readily apparent. Its very name, "Hercules," conjures up nothing so much as beefy Greco-Roman wrestlers, their muscular torsos glistening with olive oil in the hot Mediterranean sun, groping each other's manparts before the altar of some half man/half animal pagan deity that President Bush warned us about in his State of the Union Address. This sort of thing may fly on the decadent coasts, but not my America. Praise Him!