Listen…
I said nothing when I read US Consumer prices in October experienced the largest increase in more than 30 years.
It’s called inflation, kids.
It’s the highest it’s been since 1990.
The Consumer Price Index rose a whopping 6.2% (even higher than predicted)affecting EVERYTHING you buy from the gas in your car to the package of men’s boxer briefs to a box of cereal to milk to health care.
The cost to heat your home will be astronomical this year. The Keystone Pipeline agreement with Canada was reversed by the Biden administration back in June because OIL is the enemy now.
I read that bit of news and kept my yapper shut.
On top of this, the President is still pushing for his spending package.
President Biden believes our 30yr high inflation will be alleviated by the government allotting more money it doesn’t have to an almost $2 trillion social spending bill (I don’t really know where to go with that logic. Maybe somebody said that as a joke and he ran with it)
Now, I don’t believe Biden’s promise that “If you make less than $400K a year your taxes won’t increase,” anymore than I believed George H. Bush’s “Read my lips-no new taxes,” or Barack Obama’s pledge that “If you like your doctor you get to keep your doctor.”
Please. Let’s not.
“Build Back Better?” You can’t even get cargo containers OUT OF THE WATER. The inflation and supply chain news is met with a shrug by those in charge at the Federal level.
“Whaddya’ gonna do?” seems to be the cavalier approach to empty shelves.
But up until now, I haven’t said much about that.
But today? Oh, today it’s all coming out. The proverbial final straw has been found. The end of my tether has been reached. My fuse has been lit.
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF CHEESEBALLS.
Yes, I went to the mall yesterday to get my calming ball o’cheese from Hickory Farms and found the supply low.
“Oh, no,” I thought, and got a third ball to freeze as back up.
As I rounded the corner, I said to the lovely Hickory Farms lady, “I just need some of your crackers and I’m set.”
“I’m sorry," she said, scrunching up her face in apology, "we are completely out of crackers and don’t expect to get any more.”
Crackers, people. CRACKERS.
I assured her it was fine; all I really need to eat a cheeseball with is a fork, but as I walked to my car, I thought about everything I just typed.
I thought about what a huge cluster-F we are in right now. (Except, you know, I didn’t say “f.”) I thought about the Afghanistan withdrawal; how weak we appear to China; how powerful people take private jets to talk about climate change; how the "CHIPS for America Act" under the former administration was passed last summer, but still not freaking funded; how focused we are on the wrong things; how everything today is cloaked in a wrapping of “social justice” or “environmental justice” instead of just plain ol’ common sense, and last but not least, how unprepared our government is for ALL OF IT.
It feels like the Carter administration on steroids.
But kids, all is not lost. We are freaking Americans after all. We will rise above this. It's what we do. It's what we've always done. Because we are that shining city on a hill-don't let anyone tell you different.
I believe to my very core that it will, indeed, be “Morning in America” once again. And it will be GLORIOUS.
But right now, it’s just a huge jumble of “ick.” And I’m hoping I can make these cheeseballs last.