It’s not just the sheer amount of stuff: it’s the sheer ugliness of most of it. Clothing, furniture, home decor. It doesn’t matter what it is: it’s all plug ugly. Whatever can be made ugly they are willing to sell. I just find it so depressing to go there that the only time I do is when we are traveling and there are no other options.
As for the organic section, the last one I checked out–and I think it was Fort Stockton–was the most pathetic collection of wilted produce I had seen in the last twenty years. It took up about a foot wide swath of the already sad produce section. Every time Consumer Reports writes about supermarket quality Walmart comes in dead last. There’s something about Walmart that is symbolic of how badly we treat people who aren’t rich in the US: it’s not just the pay; it’s also the giant P for poverty that they might as well brand every piece of clothing with.