Years ago, when I blogged more regularly at Classical Values than here, the blog had a post on the current war on things that work.
What things? Well….. everything: from pirex apparently no longer being made with the stuff that made it actually more or less high-temp impervious, hard to break, etc; to dishwashers that take forever to wash, where dishes must be put into already washed and which, even so, often manage a great redistribution of grease and grit all over the dishes;to toilets that are “low flush” and thus use more water than ever because you have to flush them about five times, and still they won’t work; to cars–
Never mind. it would be easier to describe the things the left has left alone, instead of going after them like Don Quixote tilting against the last functioning windmill in the land, the one needed to grind wheat for his bread. To my knowledge they have yet to interfere with– wait, wait, let me think about it…. Um…. Okay, they haven’t yet dictated that every morning I must get dressed by first putting my pants on, and then putting on my underwear. However, rest assured this is probably around the corner, and just a matter of them getting a bee in their bonnect about some virtue signaling they can do relating to “the order in which humans get dressed.”
Look, it took me a while to figure out things were going to h*ll. Mostly because …. well. I was raised in the 19th century, and some parts of it were not quite that advanced. Take toilet flushing: you take the full bucket in with you. Well, that’s how I first learned. I don’t know when grandma’s toilet had a flush installed if before or after we moved to my parents’ newly-built house which, d*mn skippy had a flush installed.
Except that even there, you know, it was an European flush. I honestly can’t tell if Europe is just more advanced than us on the war on things that work — my best friend growing up lived in a Victorian that had perfectly functional elevated flush tanks, with no problems — or if — since friend’s house was built by an English consul — most of Europe (and the world) just cosplays modernity without any clue how it should work. I do know that my parents’ flush was low water before low water was fashionable (in a region of the world that has problems rather with too much water and back then when our water came from a well and was therefore “free”.) So, you know, you still had a bucket standing by just in case.
Also, the dishwasher was high water (but low hot water, because that cost money) and got done as soon as I was done scrubbing and rinsing the last pan. Ditto for the washer. We had a tank outside. I actually love hand-washing clothes. At least in summer. In winter, when your hands become painful from going in the water and you find out what “instant arthritis” means, it’s not so fun.
So, anyway, you see, in the states any level of “this is easier” was an improvement. I remember a day in the late eighties, when I sat down and went “The dishwasher is going. The washer is going. And I have time to write.” It was like…. trumpets sounded, I swear.
My first exposure to the war was when we replaced a toilet in the house in Manitou Springs. At the time air assist wasn’t a thing, and it was almost impossible to find a toilet with a tank that took more than three espresso cups of water. I had read about this obsession to “save water” and I’d scratched my head and gone “okay then.” While it might (maybe) make some sense in Colorado, in most of the US “saving water” is a ridiculous idea. But I knew the greenies were very upset with the idea of water just being flushed down, without being used for anything else, and had been putting bricks in their toilet tanks forever.
Which was fine by me. If they wanted to have to take a bucket in, just in case, it was entirely their problem. But now they were bringing their problem into my life. I remember a day when it took six flushes to deal with the issue on the new toilet and I complained to my husband that I really didn’t need my new hobby of flushing the toilet.
That house, btw, had the best dishwasher ever. We bought it on day one in the house. The dishwasher was completely silent, and you didn’t need to pre-wash dishes. It had a grinder in the bottom, kind of like a food disposer, for any debris left in. So, with two toddlers, I’d just stick the dishes in — dried egg yolk, left over dough from baking, whatever — and they came out beautifully clean. I didn’t know that pinacle was brief-lived. In the next house, over 13 years, we bought and installed THREE dishwashers. Yes, three. They never worked very well. If I didn’t want grit on the dishes, I had to at least rinse them, but even that didn’t help a lot. We assumed it was something to do with the pipes or the water supply, because that house was so weird. And then we moved here. And, as usual, got a new dishwasher (someday I’ll buy a house with working appliances) because the other one was stealth leaking.
First of all, shopping for the dishwasher was a treat. Guys, do you know it’s difficult to find a dishwasher that actually heat-dries your dishes? Apparently the new hotness is it pops the door open to let the dishes air dry. Considering you’re washing the dishes yourself, before putting them in the dishwasher already, I guess the new dishwashers are machines for swooshing water (and old grit) over clean dishes, and then let them air dry. I think dish wracks are cheaper.
This is kind of the same evolution we had with our washers. We didn’t know any better, so when we moved to house before this on, we bought a top of the line front loader, low water usage. Well, we’re in Colorado, so water is expensive. Fine.
Several things started happening. First, the clothes weren’t, in any sense of the term, clean when they came out. And I knew it wasn’t just my problem, because the grocery stores shelves exploded in various “stink removal” products. Second, my eczema went nuts. Third, a load of laundry took forever.
When we moved to that house I had two pre-teen boys. Washing clothes also became a new hobby, taking up vast amounts of my time. The washer was always running and I was always behind on laundry. Loads were kind of small (well, you know, low water) and I had two teen boys.
At one point, my husband got upset at the lack of…. socks? underwear? and asked me why I never did laundry. I might or might not have started crying and Donald Ducked at him (You know, when your voice gets very high and you make no sense whatsoever?) In the aftermath, I explained that I did laundry from the moment I woke up to the moment I went to bed.
He was sure I was doing something wrong. He remembered loads used to take 20 minutes. So he went and checked. I’ll never forget his expression. “A quick load is three hours? THREE hours?”
Oh, and the machines broke down. continuously. In those thirteen years we had three sets of washer and dryer. They broke in weird ways, too. One of them — I swear I’m not making this up — the metal or whatever it was made of, in the frame, just disintegrated, bottom-up.
The last one died while we were between houses and paying mortgage-and-rent at the same time. Because we were beyond broke, we just got the circular for the next upcoming sale (President’s day, I think) and went “We’re going to buy the cheapest until we move to the new house, and then…
When we got to the store, we found that there was one even cheaper. So cheap it wasn’t advertised. It wasn’t on sale, but its regular price was under $300. Being that we were so broke we needed superglue, and that we didn’t know how long it would be till that house sold, we decided on it. Particularly when the lady told us “You don’t want to buy that. It’s very wasteful. It uses lots and lots of water.”
I don’t know if it uses lots of water, honest. It’s a very basic model and doesn’t have a selector for extra rinse, so I have to run two cycles, one with soap and one without, so I don’t get eczema all over worse than I already have it. But even with that extra cycle, it washes my clothe sin 45 minutes, which means I do laundry for a day, not 7 days a week. I’ll take it. I hope it lasts forever. Because I’m sure next time I go shopping for one, the top of the line will be a model where you put your clothes into, after washing them in the bathtub. It pours water over them, so that any leftover dirt can get on them. And then, it pops its lid, to let the clothes air dry. Or mildew. Whichever comes first.
I can see precisely where this is going. I’ll end as I began, doing everything by hand, and sweeping the carpets, because the very expensive vaccuums available for sale don’t suck up dirt, just spread it in an even layer….
But the fascinating thing is that the left has no idea it is actually in a war against things that work.
You see, it has to do with how their brains work. People here aren’t very group-oriented. You could say, of course, that those that frequent my blog are at an extreme point in that and you’d be right.
But those to the right-of-lenin in general aren’t very collective-opinion-and-fad oriented. And if you just said “duh” no. Yes, communism PRESENTS as being “other oriented” but I have yet to meet a single communist who wasn’t in it for all he could get. Over several countries, various movements that called themselves various things, etc, you’ll find the communists doing all the things they accuse others of doing: exploiting others, stuffing their pockets without regard to ethics, and generally being all red in tooth and claw, while talking about community and the greater good of their fellow man.
It’s another of those things, like creativity and being anti-establishment where the left is the exact opposite of what they claim to be.
So, how come that the right is full of goats who refuse to be good sheep and do as they’re told, and who are — increasingly — fed up with virtue signaling from the other side?
Well, because the left IS the establishment. So we came to our opinions alone. And often, frankly, convinced we must be crazy. I mean everyone else believed that other stuff, right? And yet, here we were, believing our lying eyes. This might change, with the internet and alternative means of being in contact with people like us, and the clear revelation that the International Socialist media just makes up shit. BUT for now, we’re the people who don’t fully understand why you would want to virtue or anything else signal. Society will take us as we are, or not at all.
So it’s hard for us to understand. But it’s a perfect storm of horrible factors. To begin with, the left is, generally speaking, more prone to want to pose as great geniuses, and incredibly brilliant. They need the adulation of the “the whole of society.” Even if, or perhaps particularly if, they’re mediocre non-entities.
And our modern society is built on science and technology.
Now I’m not going to tell you that no leftist has a talent for science. I know there are some, and there were more when teaching was better. What I’m going to tell you is that their personality type is more for social activity, for…. the management side of science. And that, thanks to the schools being infested with leftism, most of them don’t actually learn science. Now, in this they are most like the rest of the human race. I think the interest and talent in real science, in finding out, in getting the measurements really right is a minority trait. Might even be a recent mutation. Most humans — and particularly women for various evolutionary reasons — are most interested in…. humans. Not cold logic and facts.
But the way to be admired as “brilliant” is science.
Look, I understand the left in this. For various reasons, despite being space-struck from at least the age of three, when mom got me to pull through small pox by giving me a discarded clockworks and convincing me it was a piece of Sputnik, I didn’t take that branch on the road. It was partly mom — who thought I’d be pregnant in three months, if I went into engineering (instead of having sixty “brothers” each one convinced no man was good enough for me and determined to chase away any prospects, which is what would actually have happened), partly the fact that I was digit dyslexic and didn’t know it (if I had known it, there are work arounds) and partly the fact they made you choose your degree when you went into 10th grade. But the fact is that I’m woefully non-prepared in science.
I’m still space struck. And I read a ton on it. But I’ll never be at the center of anything having to do with colonization.
The left is like that with all science. But they want to contribute. Since they are unable to contribute on the science, they convince themselves that they must contribute by making science more “humane” or more “ecologically sound” or something.
So they will try to find something arguably wrong with machine or technology everyone uses. Say, washers. And they’ll go “Ah, it uses too much water.” And then, not having any clue how it works, how clothes get clean, or any of that, they make regulations demanding the machines use less water. And it works. Machines suddenly use less water. And they pat themselves on the back over their caring insight that is saving the world. And move on to break something else, completely oblivious to the fact that the “use less water” just means the machines have to “wash” for a lot longer, the rinse is never complete, and in general the machines don’t wash.
At some point in the future, they become convinced that machines should use even less water, and amazingly, it works! Until you know, the machines take four hours to “wash” a load, and none of it smells clean. But for the leftist, his unique insight has saved “the environment.”
This is made worse when they read “Studies.” First, because most studies are reproducibility. Second because the read the first paragraph where the hypothesis is stated and think that’s the conclusion. (Because you know, it is in humanities essays.) Which is why our detergents don’t work, either, to prevent algie bloom or something, which apparently has bloody nothing to do with the component the left banned.
Then there is a component of “the grass is greener” because the left is always convinced other countries or the past did it better. I can’t be the only one who (back when I had lefty friends) was forever flabbergasted by common, garden variety lefties refusal to use any or all of the following: dishwashers, washers, microwaves. (The other day, mind fried, looking at pictures of pretty tree houses (Adult tree houses, that people live in) I was between amused and horrified at one signaling that they lived a better life. The house had no shower, microwave, dishwasher or STOVE. I found myself blinking at this, since you know, showers are not any more wasteful than baths (which the house did have) and the house had heating but no stove. Go figure it.)
Then there is Europe-envy as so much of their stupidity is. Take the “we’ll put bricks in our toilet tank to reduce the water per flush. I assume they had vacationed in Europe and that they too wanted to have faucets that dribbled and toilets that trickled like a diuretic gerbil, and they didn’t know Europe had those because Europe is retarded in a special way, so they assumed Europeans lived like that because they wanted to, in pursuit of some higher ethical purpose.
Part of the problem is that for most of the later half of the 20th century and the first twenty years of this one, we let them get away with it. They said “the dishwasher must now wash with only a cup of water” and no one said “Sod off, Swampy.” Instead they buckled down and came up with a way to do it, even if it took forever and the dishes were more dirty than when you put them in. And so on with everything.
Time after time, we’ve been subjected to left wing solutions: in their ideal form, they make the problem worse while not doing — at all — what the previous imperfect solution achieved.
The covidiocy with masks, lockdowns and the wrecking of the economy of the world is perhaps the pinnacle of their achievement. They panicked at science they don’t have the knowledge to understand, and careened from arbitrary mandate to arbitrary mandate, preening at their caring and how much they loved everyone, while causing deaths and destroying everything without actually doing a single solitary thing to mitigate disease and death.
And I hope to Him who looks after children, fools and the United States of America that in the aftermath — and the aftermath will be a doozy — of this, the left’s gambit is exposed for what it is, and we send the others so inclined to play in theater and literature (note not storytelling, which needs some competence) and decor, and other things where their insanity will hurt no one. And we let scientists be scientists and engineers be engineers, and stop the war on things that work.
Because otherwise, we’re going to be living in caves, wiping our behind with leaves, and wearing a dozen masks before they’re done with us.
While most of them are older than that, they are in fact, in spirit Teenage Mutant Ninja Idiots, and if we let them continue to guide us by what they don’t know we’ll all end up living in sewers.