And now, a Jeremiad:
Most of you are touting the convenience of this approach to retail.
I do not doubt some of its benefits. It sure is nice to not have to go to twenty separate stores for a week's groceries, and it's also pretty nice to be able to pick up fresh food and vegetables on a daily basis rather than have to farm it yourself.
But convenience has been used against you, to extract more and more money out of you, for seventy years. You are fools for thinking something is good just because it's convenient.
Read Salt Sugar Fat: when feminism started to draw women out of the home and thus create the rat race, the food industry was one of the first to adapt to this societal shift. The food industries described convenience as the great and essential additive to all of their food lines. And for fifty years they relentlessly pushed the idea -- convenience! -- in order to force their processed food drugs on us.
A woman who was working could not make a decent meal for her family in that time. The preparation of ingredients and cooking time simply took too long. Time magazine itself sang the praises of the processed food industry which let a wife put a full three course meal on the table after she'd come home from a full day's work. Again and again, the food industry hammered the idea that convenience was a desirable thing. Convenience destroyed old-school Home Economics courses, depriving huge swathes of women the education or even the chance to learn how to shop, how to keep a budget, how to put nutritious food on a table. Convenience shifted the protein-heavy, mainly-meat breakfasts of the forties and earlier to the carb-heavy, sugar-laden nightmares of modern processed cereals. Convenience destroyed the presence of fresh food and vegetables in the home.
This was foolishness. It still is foolishness. This attitude has as much to do with the destruction of the West as any ugly, bare-breasted bluehair out making a slutwalk.
In fighting the degenerate societal trends of transgenderism and normalisation of paedophilia, we have repeatedly pointed to the slippery slope. The same concept applies here. You all say you want to just get your shit, pay for it, and get out of the store as quickly as possible. Fine: remove a few more of your human interactions for the day. Fine: stop thinking about how much the shit is going to cost you, because more and more pointless variety will be foisted on you and, as data collection continues, you will make less and less of your decisions for yourself. Fine: destroy competition, because this sort of mass retail only has room for one or two real presences in a town or area; all else will be priced out. Fine: wait for the day when there is no practical competition left in the area and Amazon suddenly decides to take your right to shop there away because you said "fuck the Left" on a social media service it is monitoring.
And fine: continue supping at the table of convenience. Because you have so much Really Important Shit ™ To Do that you can't possibly spare the five or ten minutes it takes to actually stand at a counter and interact with another human being, hell, stand at a counter and maybe brighten up another human being's day by giving them a genuine smile. Get your processed shit, go home, stick it in the microwave for 8 fucking minutes, check Fakebook, get your processed and now reheated shit out of the microwave with roughly 0 calories of real nutritional value, sit your ass down on the couch and rag on your social media site of choice about how impersonal and threatening the world is.
As Dave Allen said: "What's this obsession with saving time? Save time! Save time! Run around the country! Leap cars, save time! And what do you do with the time you save? You get bored! So we must devise methods to alleviate that boredom! Whereas if you hadn't saved the time in the first place, you wouldn't have been bored!"
Here's your likely mindset: "convenience frees me up for more time to pursue a peaceful and meaningful existence in other areas."
So: how much more peaceful, contemplative, mindful has your existence been now that we have 24/7 fast food service, 24 hour retail, 24-7 Internet updates, 24-hour gyms, round-the-clock TV services, a news cycle that's down to a tweet?
You think your mental or physical health are any better because you have a car that theoretically at least can get you to work in 5 minutes because it can exceed 100 km/h per hour (but it doesn't and it can't, because everyone else is driving at the same time, reducing speeds to roughly 0.5 km/h, and police won't let you drive at 100 km/h anyway)?
How deep and meaningful are those online "friendships" you've got, since it's so fast and convenient to talk to people on Twitter rather than take the time to meet them in person?
When's the last time you actually baked yourself a loaf of bread? When did you last let flour and water mash between your hands, smelt the acrid tang of yeast, felt heat radiating from something you'd made? When did you last stop to notice a dusty plant on the side of the road, its green perfection given to you by a God unseen? When did you last look up from your fucking phone to see what colour people's eyes are?
Or were you too busy chasing the cheap money you need to buy convenience?
The purpose of convenience is this: to make you stop thinking. To live life on a corporation's terms, not yours. For most people on the planet, a life is a life: you cannot extend it by one whit by driving five minutes instead of walking, and you can best smell life in the sweat of your own skin, in the ache of your own muscles, in slow moments, in the pleasure of not having to fucking be on time for shit down to the last five minute mark. Not for nothing do the young think a day is a year and the old think a year is a day.
Most of you are touting the convenience of this approach to retail.
I do not doubt some of its benefits. It sure is nice to not have to go to twenty separate stores for a week's groceries, and it's also pretty nice to be able to pick up fresh food and vegetables on a daily basis rather than have to farm it yourself.
But convenience has been used against you, to extract more and more money out of you, for seventy years. You are fools for thinking something is good just because it's convenient.
Read Salt Sugar Fat: when feminism started to draw women out of the home and thus create the rat race, the food industry was one of the first to adapt to this societal shift. The food industries described convenience as the great and essential additive to all of their food lines. And for fifty years they relentlessly pushed the idea -- convenience! -- in order to force their processed food drugs on us.
A woman who was working could not make a decent meal for her family in that time. The preparation of ingredients and cooking time simply took too long. Time magazine itself sang the praises of the processed food industry which let a wife put a full three course meal on the table after she'd come home from a full day's work. Again and again, the food industry hammered the idea that convenience was a desirable thing. Convenience destroyed old-school Home Economics courses, depriving huge swathes of women the education or even the chance to learn how to shop, how to keep a budget, how to put nutritious food on a table. Convenience shifted the protein-heavy, mainly-meat breakfasts of the forties and earlier to the carb-heavy, sugar-laden nightmares of modern processed cereals. Convenience destroyed the presence of fresh food and vegetables in the home.
This was foolishness. It still is foolishness. This attitude has as much to do with the destruction of the West as any ugly, bare-breasted bluehair out making a slutwalk.
In fighting the degenerate societal trends of transgenderism and normalisation of paedophilia, we have repeatedly pointed to the slippery slope. The same concept applies here. You all say you want to just get your shit, pay for it, and get out of the store as quickly as possible. Fine: remove a few more of your human interactions for the day. Fine: stop thinking about how much the shit is going to cost you, because more and more pointless variety will be foisted on you and, as data collection continues, you will make less and less of your decisions for yourself. Fine: destroy competition, because this sort of mass retail only has room for one or two real presences in a town or area; all else will be priced out. Fine: wait for the day when there is no practical competition left in the area and Amazon suddenly decides to take your right to shop there away because you said "fuck the Left" on a social media service it is monitoring.
And fine: continue supping at the table of convenience. Because you have so much Really Important Shit ™ To Do that you can't possibly spare the five or ten minutes it takes to actually stand at a counter and interact with another human being, hell, stand at a counter and maybe brighten up another human being's day by giving them a genuine smile. Get your processed shit, go home, stick it in the microwave for 8 fucking minutes, check Fakebook, get your processed and now reheated shit out of the microwave with roughly 0 calories of real nutritional value, sit your ass down on the couch and rag on your social media site of choice about how impersonal and threatening the world is.
As Dave Allen said: "What's this obsession with saving time? Save time! Save time! Run around the country! Leap cars, save time! And what do you do with the time you save? You get bored! So we must devise methods to alleviate that boredom! Whereas if you hadn't saved the time in the first place, you wouldn't have been bored!"
Here's your likely mindset: "convenience frees me up for more time to pursue a peaceful and meaningful existence in other areas."
So: how much more peaceful, contemplative, mindful has your existence been now that we have 24/7 fast food service, 24 hour retail, 24-7 Internet updates, 24-hour gyms, round-the-clock TV services, a news cycle that's down to a tweet?
You think your mental or physical health are any better because you have a car that theoretically at least can get you to work in 5 minutes because it can exceed 100 km/h per hour (but it doesn't and it can't, because everyone else is driving at the same time, reducing speeds to roughly 0.5 km/h, and police won't let you drive at 100 km/h anyway)?
How deep and meaningful are those online "friendships" you've got, since it's so fast and convenient to talk to people on Twitter rather than take the time to meet them in person?
When's the last time you actually baked yourself a loaf of bread? When did you last let flour and water mash between your hands, smelt the acrid tang of yeast, felt heat radiating from something you'd made? When did you last stop to notice a dusty plant on the side of the road, its green perfection given to you by a God unseen? When did you last look up from your fucking phone to see what colour people's eyes are?
Or were you too busy chasing the cheap money you need to buy convenience?
The purpose of convenience is this: to make you stop thinking. To live life on a corporation's terms, not yours. For most people on the planet, a life is a life: you cannot extend it by one whit by driving five minutes instead of walking, and you can best smell life in the sweat of your own skin, in the ache of your own muscles, in slow moments, in the pleasure of not having to fucking be on time for shit down to the last five minute mark. Not for nothing do the young think a day is a year and the old think a year is a day.
Remissas, discite, vivet.
God save us from people who mean well. -storm