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Independence Day 2022

The Away Game


This morning I awoke with the realization that I’d better get some all-cotton batting, Made in The USA — soon, if I expect to make those quilts I’ve been waiting to create for years.


Yikes!!!


The price of all-cotton anything has gone through the roof. I was able to purchase from Fat Quarter Shop what might be the last queen-sized all-cotton batting, Made in The USA. And some wool-blend (but all wool) batting in smaller dimensions.


I did not know that the emphasis on “Sewing Away” would be AWAY.

Ominous signs are afoot: polyester has begun to infiltrate the batting fibers. And my trusted fabric e-tailer sites are offering fabrications of that ghastly VOILE material.


What is material is the modest stockpile of textiles that I presently own. It’s worth a fortune. I’ll not be going to evil-Bay to hawk my wares. Those tactile yardages are mine, all mine, and they represent dreams-to-come-true. Faith consists of many intangible things, but it also comes in yardages of cotton and linen that shall become quilts and garments.


An abhorrent lack of faith in America got us into this unholy mess. Unfettered faith in this nation — and in ourselves — is gonna get us, the Patriots, out of it. As for the infidels, well, let them stew in their own traitorous juices.


I do not know about you, but I see the entire mindset out there in Retail-Land as an enormous panic-stricken contraction known as RECESSION.


Wasting words is not my preferred style of communication. I’ll be blunt about the b-s. The cost of fertilizer impacts the production (growth) of cotton, just as much as most other consumer goods. Now is the time to overturn that liberal world order before it makes its way to yet another protest-tee-shirt.

Tighten the belt you don’t even know you own.


For weeks now I’ve been reading about the airline/airport debacles, which, most assuredly, are not caused by THE WEATHER. I do feel a bit squeamish about the individuals waiting in line for hours and hours to complete their quick air-travel in less than three days. I also confess, candidly and coldly, that I have yet to understand this fixed mania for the so-called bucket list.


And I have yet to accept the inability of many, far too many, Americans to serenely accept the location where they’ve pitched their tents as a resting place for say, a month or two.

I’m a go-getter and a wanderer from way back, but it has always seemed to me that these wing-ed globe-trotters are silly symptoms of a stupidly affluent society, spendthrifts that have yet to fathom the basics in life. The mindless fools who brought this economic collapse upon America are the same fools who will foment more trouble, sometime, someplace, somewhere in the future. They never really go away; they simply swarm from one mind-hive to another. Their bubble-thoughts fill up entire bubbles that burst, upon all of us; and then they whine and rant and cry and demand The Guvmint fix their ludicrous mess.


There’s really no living with them; they can scarcely live with themselves. Which is why these boorish brats must fly the coop at frequently-timed intervals. Hard times are hardest for the selfish, and they are among the most selfish on the face of the earth. The puerile “leaders” of the globe pitch their stupid sound-bites to them. Loads of digital clicks are generated that way.


As for me, I firmly believe that a stitch in time saves nine.

I’ve got my online click-request in for a new pair of white sneakers, to replace the pair that gave out about seven years ago. The long-awaited New Balance 990v3 for Women in Moonbeam currently comprises my laptop wallpaper, whilst I await the company’s backorder for this Made in The USA pair of walking shoes. Evidently, the entire world had been anxiously awaiting its release date of June 30, 2022.


I only happened yesterday upon the pair of walking-away footwear — during some online divertissement. I was finishing up some research work, and wanted to get into relaxation mode as part of preparing for one of my favorite holidays, 4 July.


My Independence Day tradition is to leave a place of my marked dis-inclination to stay, in a rather dramatic way. I’ve got a boatload of memories of my hauling-a** out of sites and scenarios and persons that had been revolting me for too long. Declaring independence in action-mode is my classic style of living, of doing it my way — combined with the highway.

Today, I celebrate leaving any and all websites that are frantically, desperately, pathetically e-mailing me, nearly begging me, non-stop, to purchase from them, yet again, and again, and again.


The July 4th sales started in early June.


Please . . . have some dignity!  Don't be so Needy.


You’re hawking 2nd-quarter goods that really are not good, in comparison with previous quarters.


Those quarters keep getting smaller as the dollar shrinks in proportion to the gazillions that the U.S. Government, during the past two years, spewed out across the fruited plain. The COVID-money is coming a-cropper.


Let that plain fill up with the spoils of that rotting fruit. Harvest time is coming, in November. It’s gonna be quite a festival!

23 September 2022

Hype Tripe


I should have known with a name like MOONBEAM that the piece of merchandise would be a flakey-as-pie-crust, passive-aggressive-lying-cheating wimpy mess. But I decided to throw customer-caution to the wind.


What’s in a name? That which we call Moonbeam by any other name would still be . . . a con job.


It seems that the company (or Corporation) named New Balance has decided to be the Nike of the New Century.


While they make a very limited, and pricey, pair of sneaks (sneakers) for men and women, Made in the USA, the vast inventory is made Over There where sneaking is the name of the game. I’d purchased a dark blue pair of the Made-in-The-USA New Balance during the spring of 2021, and I have been very pleased with their performance.


HOWEVER . . . 

This new gimmick of “MADE IN THE USA” has become the pretense for top-gouge pricing of many products that aren’t worth the money. I’ve found them online, and perused the pertinent facts, along with comparison shopping. Buying Vintage Made-in-America made much more consumer sense and cents. Recently, I purchased a Vintage Made-in-Canada red blazer that announces sartorial excellence from a place and time that was only 50 years ago:


Harmony Hall, Clothes of Distinction.


Hyping the past can sometimes be worthy of the hype. Hyping Made in The USA, while concurrently insulting the essence of America, is the sort of passive-aggressive behavior that I've usually wanted to take a chain-saw to, but for lack of chain-saw, I’ve walked away.

That’s my most successful away game.


From what I’ve read on the New Balance website, the exclusive, deluxe Moonbeam sneaks are no longer available. They’re gone, gone, gone. I can sign up on a hype-beast-type site and never miss a release again!

Since the summer 2022 launch of Moonbeam, several other launches of overpriced sneakers have been cast out to sea, and scooped up within hours. I do notice there are more styles for men than for women, and the colors are increasingly garish and grotesque. In a word: ugly.


That is, unless the Sneaker-Buyer is part of the Urban Blob that Nike created, crafted, conned, and fleeced.


The real kicker is this:


THE SNEAKER, once purchased online, CANNOT BE RETURNED.


You have to read the fine print to find that factoid of the rip-off act.


A customer is supposed to guess at the size, buy the quickly-vanishing pair of footwear, and then, if the gift-for-Son, or the shoes-for-Self do not fit, well, you’re stuck with them.


To the tune of almost $200 — not including shipping, and handling, and taxes, all of which continue to go up.


The arrogance of the retail-heads never ceases to amaze me. Do they think that We, the Consumers, are stupid?

Do the Marketing Geniuses believe that Americans can be sneak-thief hornswoggled by the Limited Edition, Gotta-Have-It-Before-It-Goes pitch — the one that was tired (oops, I mean “tried”) ad nauseam during the last recession. That recession was the Eternal Recession. The current redux of the Carter Years just might dwarf the Eternal Recession in terms of stagflation, and in terms of arrogance among the Made-in-the-USA Manufacturers of this FUBAR.


Frankly, I got a lot more done, with comfort, this afternoon wearing my boots while pruning my roses. My Ingrid Bergman rose has had a tough year, what with the cavalcade of deer and the late spring frost, along with record dry heat for weeks, going well past Labor Day. Ingrid’s a fighter, though. I think she’s sunk down enough roots during the past year to be able to grow strong and lush.


Yes, Bucky will be back, expecting to nibble those tender green leaves, but enough garlic and Deer Scram ought to handle his hunger pains for my Ingrid.


He’ll go off, somewhere else, to nibble on some fresh shoots of herbs that I shall plant nearby for his consumer preference.


Consumer preferences are typically forged over time, sometimes a long time. I used to prefer well-made sneakers, made in the USA, until that commodity got outsourced. I then acclimated my lovely feet to hiking boots and walking boots, constructed with arches and soles that take care of my arches and soles and toes. They were, and are, Made in the USA.

The stupid retailers think the American consumers will be back after those businesses have basically spread Patriot-Scram all over their idiot websites and stores.


They think they can turn off the insult-spigot and pretend it’s all good again. We like you. We like America. We like patriotism.


My away game is just getting going where those honcho hypocrites are concerned. They can all scram to another scam in their downward spiral of demographically derived debt. Their hype-tripe was slavishly pitched to only the Select Groups and the Correct Identity and the Fail-Safe Market, the easy money to which the Experts told them and sold them to pander.


The Corporations, losing even more moolah, shall blame their financial failures on the American Customer, and America!