I got an urgent message from amazon regarding a purchase I made. Which surprised me, because as a matter of policy I don’t buy from amazon. My policy, like many other people’s, is to refuse to feed the amazon monster, partly so that I am not financing new tits for any of Jeff Bezos’s former or future wives, and also because the company has become the new-age Walmart and ruined good economies the world over by sheer force of its dominance in the market. I mean, maybe I have to live in an unregulated capitalist society, but I don’t have to goose it along.

So what I do, theoretically, is I peruse the amazon Wide World of Everything, and then I find something and buy it from someone else. The original producer, if possible. That’s what I do. Theoretically.

That’s what I do unless I kinda really want it right now and I can’t find another outfit that will send it to me or a store in town that sells it, and I’ve had at least one “fuck it” beer, and then I just order it from amazon.

I have a similar relationship with the use of Roundup.

Okay, so, yeah. In a weak moment, obviously, I ordered this thing from amazon. And amazon wants me to know the product is dangerous and I should quit using it at once. Amazon is always watching me watching over me, which doesn’t feel as good as it ought to. No word given, by the way, on what is so dangerous about this product. Just quit using it. Hey, thanks. I spent good money on that thing and I want to know if it’s super dangerous, or just a little sketchy.

But no further information was forthcoming.

The product in question is the HydroHose, one of the latest in the new generation of hoses that work like a dream and then shrink up like a threatened scrotum when you turn the water off. I am in love with these hoses. I already know they’re problematic.

The first one I used was called a Pocket Hose. It cost $19.99, as seen on TV, and it solved everything. You could turn the water on, your hose would engorge to 50 feet or 75 or whatever length you bought, and then when you turn the water off the whole hose would shrink up into an impotent little pile of hose spaghetti, sulking meekly under the spigot. No coiling, no kinking, no rolling the thing onto a reel, nothing. I used the Pocket Hose for a nice summer season, and at some point BLAM the thing blew up, and I took it back to the store I bought it from for a refund. I did this numerous times with numerous hoses. At some point I walked up to the service counter with my neutered hose and before I even opened my mouth, the clerk popped open the cash register, slapped a twenty on the counter for me, and said “Next?”

By which I deduced the hoses were famously faulty. I didn’t care. It was worth it for me to have a whole summer of hose serenity punctuated with a very loud exclamation point. If it cost me twenty bucks a season, it was well worth it.

But then they got more expensive and there were more brands on the market, and many of them promised a little more life. The original store I was buying Pocket Hoses from quit putting them on the shelves altogether. How about if I just get this hose for twice as much and it would last a lot longer? That’s what they were claiming. Customer reviews were encouraging. The technology had improved.

And now I learn that the thing earned five stars because all the people who would have downgraded it are DEAD. Or something. Amazon wasn’t letting on, so I dug into it.

When one of my Pocket Hoses exploded, and they all did eventually, you could see war veterans hitting the pavement all down the street. These new ones are far stouter. But when they go off they really go off. There have been reports of deafness, bruised bones, and sprains attributed to the devices in their last second of life.

But the warning was issued by the US Consumer Product Safety Commission, an independent board protecting American citizens. Mere days after the hose announcement, three of the five commissioners of the CPSC were terminated by President Trump for being Biden appointees. A District Court ruled the terminations unlawful because they could only be fired for malfeasance, but the Supreme Court reiterated the President’s power to fire anyone he damn felt like for whatever fool reason he had.

So I’m keeping my hoses in the name of personal freedom. Thanks to the administration, job numbers are up, climate change is not a problem, and my scrotal hose is the dream product I always wanted.