There’s a good word, which shouldn’t be needed nowadays but obviously is. Chambers says ‘origin unknown’, applying to both senses of the word, but I leave aside the wool-weaving one and would like to focus on the meaning we all know, which Chambers, as always, succinctly sums up: ‘badly made or executed.’ (There are several more adjectives in there, which I won’t… oh all right, I will: ‘inferior, pretentious, cheap, nasty, sham, badly made…’ you get the drift…)
I’d intended to rant about the obvious shoddiness we seem to be getting engulfed in, but I see that I don’t need to. So I will anyway:
I am to be prosecuted for doing 68 mph on a traffic-free dual carriageway where the limit would normally be 70, but has arbitrarily been set to 60. I’ll be fined £120 and my insurance premium will go up by another £100 or so next year. The total cost of this, not including human effort and stress, will far exceed any benefit to any person or organisation. The thinking (if any) that resulted in this outcome can only be described as shoddy.
The people (I assume humans still exist there) behind Facbok, a computer program I sometimes make use of, see it as their role to keep the universe on its toes and themselves at its centre. They do this by changing their program whenever they suspect another human might have started to grasp it. Unfortunately, they do this really badly. Double shoddy.
… and thirdly – oh, I can’t be bothered to do thirdly. It’s politics.