The "Good Old Days."

Back in the "good old days," we used to receive our Sears Holiday catalog just before Thanksgiving.  One to every single address in America.  And boy, was it ever enormous!  It had to weigh 5 pounds, at least.  As in, don't drop it on your foot or you just might become lame.  

But it contained virtually everything.  Including firearms, BTW.  You simply ordered the rifle or shotgun or pistol of your choice and the mailman delivered it.  Simple.  This was a time when citizens were armed and guns could be found in every home.  Unlike now, when far too many of our neighbors have been trained by CPDLW's* to be terrified of firearms for no good reason.     

Anyway, the catalog came and then we had several weeks to feverishly decide what to order for our family and friends so as to get it in time for Christmas.  

Several weeks later.  

Not the same day, or even the next day, but two or three weeks later.  If we were lucky.  Brought to you by your friendly postal worker, who back then delivered 7 days a week, and twice on Saturday.  Not the occasional delivery we experience now, but Every. Single. Day.  Without fail.  

"Neither rain, nor snow, nor dark of night,..." etc., etc...

And then later, a couple of decades later, Sears would put up small stores in every town of any size across the fruited plain, stocked with an example of each of their most popular items.  A toaster here, a MixMaster there, and a Remington shotgun on display.  Which you could pick up, and handle, and then put back down.  Because these items weren't available to purchase.  You couldn't just buy them.  They were just there so you could take a look and then order.

And then, once you ordered, you could go back to that same store a week or two later and pick up your item.  Not even delivered by the postman.  Oh yeah, they weren't postal workers.  They were postmen.  Whether they were men or women.  Their feelings were not hurt by being misgendered, or mispronouned.  That was a time before feelings counted more than rules and regulations and laws...

That was before the pukes who rule our miserable lives were all "woke."  And got their feelings all hurt all the time.  And tried to force society to bend to their enlightened preferences.

Are we better off today, now that we can order something and get it...like now?  Perhaps.  Or maybe we're just ordering more because it's easier than getting in our cars and burning expensive gas, as well as our time, to drive somewhere and shop.  Which puts local stores out of business.  And your neighbors out of a job.  And leaves the local mall a ghost town.  And leaves Jeffey Bezos with a $588,000,000 yacht.  And a newspaper that works for the enemy and prints lies, 24/7.

I sort of liked it the way it was before, I think.  You tended to ruminate a bit more before splurging.  I think you tended to be a bit more careful with your money.  And I think it tended to help out your local businesses instead of some Silicon Valley $Billlionaire you've never met, will never meet, and don't agree with. 

Oh, and you had a convenient supply of paper for the outhouse, if necessary...

*   Commie Pinko Dumbass Liberal Weenies...