I apologize in advance for this response to the Apex Tool Group Tour.
First to disappear overseas were the large machine tool companies. Then it was the components produced by those machine tools. And then the completed products manufactured from those components. Now, thanks to Apex, Mitt Romney and many others, it is the hand tools used to fabricate, assemble, install and repair those finished products... the kinds of tools we all use.
Or do we?
Stuff that can be made overseas has already been exported. Stuff that has to be made or serviced here has been "imported." The presence of experienced American tradesmen on factory and shop floors, construction sites and service calls is becoming a relic of the past.
It is no longer limited to blue collar jobs. The emerging preference for foreign college graduates over American graduates with student loans, means the further loss of job opportunities in research, design, engineering, and other white collar fields.
Quality suffers. The heart of America weakens.
That's OK. Younger generations, conditioned to believe that "the latest is the greatest" and reject the past, will go for the splashy, flashy and trashy. That's OK because, as quality and durability goes down, consumption goes up. More distribution and fulfillment centers. More profits for the top.
I refuse to go along with this new world order. I buy only "vintage" American made hand tools that were actually made in America. I guess that means I am no longer relevant to the marketplace, another relic of the past.
In California, I feel like a polar bear on a shrinking iceberg. "Se Habla Espanol" is no longer just a courtesy, it is now a preference. Perhaps soon a requirement. Just the other day my doctor handed me a stack of new patient intake forms -- in Spanish. OK, doctor, I understand. I don't want to be here either. Maybe I ask too many questions.
So where does this all lead? Nobody wants to know. Yesterday is over; tomorrow may never come. It's all about today.
Before the sun sets, maybe we should think about where we are going, who is pulling the strings. Where do they want to take us?