Considering how much PVC is used in everyday items around our homes, we should all be dead.
Actually, this wasn't the kind of stuff I had hoped to find--but as it was all I could find, it'll have to do--about the dangers and stupidity and germ hazards of vinyl stair covers, so as to illuminate the nocturnally foul one, who's putting them on the stairs of his house in New Jersey.
The nocturnally foul one's a Democrat and a liberal, but he's no primitive, and he's one of us, and so I care.
If one needs some sort of thing to give a person better "traction" on wooden stairs--an elderly person, for example--I kindly suggest putting down those stair-width "strips" of what look like sandpaper face-up; two or three 1" strips per stair.
They're more aesthetically pleasing.
But for any normal adult or child unhindered by physical problems, it's simply best to leave the stairs alone, to let the glory of its authentic wood shine. Even plain ordinary cheap scrap wood has a naturally aesthetic value, and so it's a crime against God and Nature to hide it.
These vinyl stair covers remind me very much of houses from my childhood; houses inhabited by affluent old widows (the sort who buy perfumed-and-lotioned toilet tissue these days, that not having existed when I was a child) who had all sorts of things fluffy and frilly and ruffly in their houses.
It seems really dowdy.
It's sort of a throwback to the 1950s, I guess; a decade not known for its taste in aesthetics; perhaps that taste still rules in New Jersey.
It's also an embarrassment because the nocturnally foul one is from New Jersey, and since the 1870s, New Jersey has owned Nebraska. I have no idea why this happened, but every year when surveys come out, they disclose that New Jersey owns more of Nebraska than anybody else excepting we Nebraskans ourselves.
This of course is because there's so much here, and so few people here to own it, that it attracts outsiders, absentee owners. People from New Jersey don't come out here often, perhaps thinking of wild Indians and desolate prairies; as long as Nebraska sends them their checks, they tend to not visit. Which is fine.
And here's a case where "massa" has worse taste than those he owns.
It's embarrassing to us, being owned by
kitschkopfs.