Shopping Cart (or, Fear Not The Ghost Recession!!)

This one has more rust on the sides and this one has two squeaky wheels and this one is missing a baby seat, but
            if we look at the shopping cart on the horizon.  Yes.  If we close our eyes and just look a moment towards that glorious, rust-free contraption just over that there horizon, the cart without any squeaky wheels (a non-squeaky cart for every man, woman, and child in America!), then we might have a chance.  There might just be some significant change.
            It stands fifty feet tall, beside your house, beside my house, beside their house, even that dirty unoccupied house on the corner has a visit from this giant shopping cart, this Shopping Cart of Hope, this Shopping Cart of Freedom, this Shopping Cart of Change.  Have a barbecue in its name.  Celebrate the possibilities.  Consider all the goods it could hold.
            And I tell you this:  Only one shopping cart can make a difference.
            And I tell you this:  This shopping cart will remain clean.  Articulate.
            And I tell you this:  You’re either with this shopping cart, or you’re against it.
            Now, let’s break it down.  Let’s take a breather.  Let’s hold the applause.  Let’s get serious.
            Now, our giant shopping cart is aware of the awful things being said.  Our shopping cart is well aware of the insinuations of infidelity, the whisperings of anti-cartist bigots, the shudder of fear in those who want no Hope, no Freedom, no Change.
            And to this our giant shopping cart rotates three hundred and sixty degrees.
            To this our giant shopping cart goes down each aisle confidently.
            To this our giant shopping cart rattles across tiles large and small and medium-sized, inviting one and all into its steel womb, sparkling under neon fruit signs, all fired up.  All fired up and ready to go.