Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Periodically, I get catalogs -- constantly, I get catalogs. Oy, do I get catalogs. Among them are a lot of middle-of-the-road material, one or two preferred vendors, and then -- far off the left side of the chart, quality-wise, not politically -- are a couple of outliers. Their target market seems to be the American undomesticated wild ass, the person, probably male, probably single, probably a grade-school drop out, with a small amount of disposable income and no taste for the finer (or even less-awful) things in life. The guy whose wardrobe consists of wife-beaters and hoodies with silk-screened eagles on 'em. I enjoy reading those catalogs a great deal, and from time to time, I am compelled to share some of their products with you. This is one of those times.