Paul Krugman, Nobel Prize winner in economics, is either innumerate or a flaming asshole who should be dismembered by a mob of meth-crazed hobos. Which is it?
Paul Krugman, Nobel Prize winner in economics, is either innumerate or a flaming asshole who should be dismembered by a mob of meth-crazed hobos. Which is it?
It's bad enough to be constantly lied to. Being asked to accept the lies as true is grounds for gathering their originators together and issuing them a vicious collective beating
It pleases me that a few years after I moved to the eastern part of Boulder, Colorado, a Dollar Tree was installed nearby, right near a Safeway (probably the worst large grocery-store chain in the world). Even in the flushest of times, I have always spent as little as possible on food, and not just because I have often needed too much of it for my size and willingness to masticate. Like anyone with taste buds, I enjoy eating certain things a great deal. But unless I am extremely high, I fundamentally consider eating not a life-enhancing indulgence but a necessary task for maintaining internal homeostasis, similar to breathing and remaining hydrated.
The main difference is that the assholes in charge of the rabble haven’t figured out how to charge us all for oxygen and water just yet, but most food costs money. It follows that I ingest a lot of “crap” and therefore have very few absolute rules when it comes to nutrition. (I drink nothing with ethanol in it, but I don’t think this qualifies as a nutritional guideline.) But I do keep a few guidelines in mind.
For example, although I’ve never had any problems with glucose tolerance, I almost never drink any beverages containing added, or any, sugars (I don’t think most people count the lactose in milk as a sugar). And I don’t worry about environmental toxins, because it’s already been established they’re not agile enough to beat me in a fair fight. I am one hardy motherfucker. Oh, I’m sure I ingest a lot of carcinogens in various preservatives, because much of my nourishment comes directly from plastic bags and similar containers. I can read ingredients lists. But given the general time frame I currently envision for my own existence, I reckon that I’m likely to succumb to my own hand long before any oncogenic or other rogue biochemical processes can step in with an assist. If not, fuck my body if it can’t take the joke of regularly digesting Sour Patch Kids and processed “cheese foods” from pressurized containers that are fun to ignite when emptied of everything besides gas, especially in the Canterbury, New Hampshire woods.
Also, without actually counting, I make sure I get at least 100 grams of protein a day, as this figure corresponds to a little over 70 percent of my weight in pounds and I read a long time ago in some book probably filled with ad hoc dicta that active people should aim for this intake. I used to seek out lean chicken breast, but now I often lean toward fatty meats, usually the kind basted for long periods of time in acrid nitrates and composed chiefly of lips, scrotums, and hooves.
Anyway, I have been getting a particular kind of snack cracker at the Dollar Tree yonder for five-plus years, a brand clearly made for discount stores.
As of the start of 2020, this product cost $1.00 (duh) and contained either 7 or 7.5 ounces of crackers, either 2 or 2.5 more ounces of dank starch than the corresponding box offers today. I’ll go with 7 ounces, as this offers a slight break to the folks I’m preparing to wish agonizing deaths on, not for the first time.
When “the pandemic” arrived assorted devious mandates were immediately unfurled, the government printed a shitpile of money as part of the CARES Act—a move framed at helping small-business owners but was really aimed more than anything else at propping up the financial markets during the first year or so of “the pandemic.”
Inflation started rising almost immediately after the rapidly decaying husk of Joe Biden, Jr. was situated in and about the Oval Office in January 2021. This wasn’t the husk’s fault, as the CARES Act was passed when Donald Trump, Sr. was still haplessly trying to fend off Anthony Fauci’s smoothly delivered falsehoods about covid. But almost everything related to the economy since then has been the result of historically reckless Biden administration policies.
To state the obvious, Biden has been a lying, performative dolt for his entire life, and it would be very gratifying to see someone break through his Secret Service detail and bring a mattock of unlikely proportions crashing down onto his sputtering head with enough force to shower everyone within a fifty-foot radius with the gore and guckiness of this self-dealing, wispy fuckface; some of those in Biden’s near-orbit are sick people who would just start scooping this matter off their clothes and licking their fingers with dreamy-eyed expressions. But Biden’s “Putin’s price hike” lie a little over a year and a half ago was especially hard to take, and since then, all I hear from people on the street are how desperate they are to put Biden in a headlock and give him noogies until his scalp turns red. Obviously, I and others aiming to save society envision harsher outcomes than this.
I can’t remember exactly when, but sometime in the past year and a half, the Dollar Tree yonder became a $1.25 store. I assume this happened nationwide, but I can’t imagine how I would find this out. Regardless, overnight, the price of these crackers went up 25 percent just like everything else in the store.
Oh well. Still cheap calories, right?
But now, companies are deviously practicing “shrinkflation”—not increasing the price of their products, but offering less product for the same price. In this case, as noted, the reference box of “chicken-flavored” crackers now contains 5 ounces of crackers instead of 7. This means that the unit cost has risen 40 percent (7/5 = 1.40).
So, combined with Dollar Tree’s transition to a $1.25 store, in just a couple of years, the per-unit price of the lowest-grade ready-to-eat starch I can buy, all for the arduous and questionable task of remaining alive, has gone up by 75 percent: (1.40)(1.25) = (1.75). And if the previous weight was in fact 7.5 ounces, not 7 ounces, the price increase has actually been 87.5 percent.
I have no idea how many people (especially in discount stores) even check for “shrinkflation.” But it's probably not many. And even if the citizenry universally recognized its flourishing existence, there’s nothing any of us can do about it. The people in charge of these companies want to make huge profits for themselves and their shareholders, and that’s exactly what they’re doing, even when they know how much it hurts others. Even people who can capably do math have no choice but to accept this and hope that it makes no inroads on their own lifestyles, including basic survival.
But no one has to go along with elitist-Democrat bullshit storylines aimed at convincing Americans that this isn’t actually happening. Even those who are not only feeling the crush of inflation, but couldn’t capably deny it even if they wanted to.
Paul Krugman is an economist who somehow once won a Nobel Prize in his field and has been a columnist for The New York Times for a bunch of years. It’s too bad he and the rest of the supremely elitist twats who write for the Times now probably work from home, because this makes it more difficult to imagine an jetliner loaded with ululating, drunken Islamofascists striking the building about halfway up and—owing to a series of cascading events involving the diminishing integrity of the skyscraper and its contents—killing everyone associated with the “newspaper,” necessarily starting but by no means coming close to ending with its publisher and editor-in-chief. (The Muslims in the jetliner would also die, so don’t pretend any of this is antisemitic, not that anyone should care at this stage if it were.)
Krugman appeared on CNN on September 12 for the purpose of gaslighting the tiny sliver of America that still tunes into this network. Krugman, who is of course wealthy himself despite lying and wildly spinning economic data for a living, not only said the U.S. economy is doing great, but had the surreal chutzpah to express irritation at poor people who said otherwise in polls.
We all know food costs about twice as much as it did several years ago. We have to accept this, with our responses being anything from simply spending more money on food without a second thought (common where I live, even among Whole Foods shoppers) to shopping at cheaper and cheaper stores to visiting food banks to (I’m sure) shoplifting.
Motherfuckers like Krugman and the rest of the Democrat Party hacks can slur all the lies they want about how great the economy is, But when they expect everyone to be ignorant or cuckish enough to believe or feign believing it, that’s a little too much for me. Just as it’s too much to wish for Paul Krugman to be dragged out of whatever mansion or nice apartment he owns and simply kicked in the general direction of Los Angeles by assorted pissed-off commoners ambling the streets until he shuts the fuck up—for good. He’s old and looks out of shape, so I’m pretty sure his scabrous body would give out well before it was punted event to Syracuse, assuming the path chosen was along the Interstate 90 corridor (aka The New York Thruway). Then his remains could be respectfully returned to the custody of anyone in Krugman’s family alert enough to notice he was gone and lonely enough care.
The main thing to keep in mind about this kind of shameless gaslighting is that the people currently in power have no intention of giving that power up in another year-plus, no matter what that takes. Most of the main criminal actors in government will skate no matter what happens, but a few would go to prison and they’re not the kind of characters remotely willing to accept such an outcome. The reason that the government censors are so focused on “election denial” is because next year’s election, assuming America even holds one, will be a post-apocalyptic joke. Whenever the networks and government officials start yabbering about “disinformation” spreading in a given realm, it’s always because they’re the ones actually spreading bullshit.
[Friday, Nov. 10, 3:19 p.m. MST note: Matt Taibbi explored this very topic in a post on Racket News this morning. While our respective readership sizes differ by orders of magnitude, at least Taibbi and I often share the same relatively granular sources of agitation.]
