Made in China

>of course it aint mine

…sold in the U.S.A

Everybody buys the cheap stuff from China. But, what they don’t know is the cheap stuff won’t last for long. It’s called planned obsolescence. The guts inside a toilet will break or trick you into thinking it is broken. And you can’t let the toilet run all day. China makes everything disposable. Everything is made to disintegrate or erode in a short time. My nephew, Sam sung with his choir and in the middle of a song the microphone bricked up. Why? Because after the warranty expires the devices such as computers, tablets, phones will brick up.  Then you have to buy a new one. Everything is disposable. My new garden hose broke at the spigot. If you buy some hand lotion it feels good. Then when you are near the bottom the tube doesn’t go all the way to the bottom. It stops about an inch short so you will throw it away even though there is still a lot left. You buy ice-cream and it is whipped up so you buy by the container and not by the pound. My father-in-law got a pacemaker about seven years ago. And last week he had a heart attack because one of the valves eroded. Talk about a broken heart. He survived.

Everything goes in the garbage or recycle bin. Which ones goes back to China? I didn’t know China was taking our recyclables for the last twenty or so years. China quit taking our recyclables, now where do they go? Do we burn them or dump them in the ocean. Who knows, you can’t even ‘google it’ because secrets are kept for the 1%. I remember in the navy we would through our bags of garbage over the side before leaving international waters. Do they still? Does every ship do it?

I like grocery stores that encourage people to bring their own bags. One time I was driving across a Hawaiian island and there were dozens and dozens of bags floating around like an enlarged snow globe.

Who fixes stuff anymore? I went to vacation at Smith Mountain Lake. I ripped my swim trunks. I asked my other family members if anyone had a needle and thread and they looked at me like they had never heard of it. The next day my wife went out and bought me a new pair. The couch got a rip. Guess what. We need a new sofa.


Published by Daniel Shea

I am a happily married knucklehead. Born in Chicago and raised in Memphis and Prairie du Chien Wis. I wish someone would benefit from my ideas. And I wish I didn't get so many spams. #niceday

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