By Brendan I. Koerner
A few weeks back, I asked y'all a tough ethical question: have you ever felt guilty about buying pirated goods in the name of saving a few bucks? Now I've got another dilemma to ponder, inspired by my recent discovery of the four-gig Ematic flash drive pictured to the right. What kind of moral quandary could such a humdrum gizmo possibly cause, you might inquire? It's not about the product itself, but rather who's selling it: the boogeyman of mom-and-pops, the decimator of downtowns, the bane of organized labor, the Arkansan colossus which dare not speak its name. Yeah, you know who I'm talking about—and if you don't, well, best get your ignorant self up to speed.