When America has reached the point where supposed adults stand up in public and complain, with a deep sense of outrage at having been personally deprived and aggrieved because somehow having a multi-course restaurant meal for three or more diners (a menu including steak salad, lobster tails, sirloin steak, and a chicken sandwich tip deli…
When America has reached the point where supposed adults stand up in public and complain, with a deep sense of outrage at having been personally deprived and aggrieved because somehow having a multi-course restaurant meal for three or more diners (a menu including steak salad, lobster tails, sirloin steak, and a chicken sandwich tip delivered) costs an extravagant amount of money --
Time to throw in the towel and agree that inflation is so far out of control that the nation and the society has crossed the event horizon and is doomed to destruction. But it's not price inflation that's the problem. It's self-pity inflation. It's self-indulgence inflation. It's horrible judgment inflation. Above all, it's inflation of blame-anyone-and-everything-except-ourselves for the consequences of our stupid choices.
Mona and the gang bemoan America's retreat from world leadership, and I used to think they are right. But no longer. We are in the final stages of dissolving our Republic into a one-party klepto-dictatorship because we are having hissy fits about how put upon we are because we want cheap lobster tails delivered to our doorstep -- as well as instant access to every other gilded object of no value placed in our way to distract and enslave us.
A nation and society that voluntarily, of its own entirely free choice, exchanges liberty and the rule of law for dictatorship and the pleasure of wallowing in self-pity does not deserve to lead a dog around the block, much less the world.
The Greeks accounted for the evils and afflictions of the human condition to helplessness against the cruelties and whims of the gods. Thus while ineluctable, the misery was at least not ignoble; it is tragic, and thereby merits compassion and pity.
We on the other hand deserve what's coming, because we ARE the gods. We're doing it all by and to ourselves. Tragedy? Pity? Hah!
When America has reached the point where supposed adults stand up in public and complain, with a deep sense of outrage at having been personally deprived and aggrieved because somehow having a multi-course restaurant meal for three or more diners (a menu including steak salad, lobster tails, sirloin steak, and a chicken sandwich tip delivered) costs an extravagant amount of money --
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Time to throw in the towel and agree that inflation is so far out of control that the nation and the society has crossed the event horizon and is doomed to destruction. But it's not price inflation that's the problem. It's self-pity inflation. It's self-indulgence inflation. It's horrible judgment inflation. Above all, it's inflation of blame-anyone-and-everything-except-ourselves for the consequences of our stupid choices.
Mona and the gang bemoan America's retreat from world leadership, and I used to think they are right. But no longer. We are in the final stages of dissolving our Republic into a one-party klepto-dictatorship because we are having hissy fits about how put upon we are because we want cheap lobster tails delivered to our doorstep -- as well as instant access to every other gilded object of no value placed in our way to distract and enslave us.
A nation and society that voluntarily, of its own entirely free choice, exchanges liberty and the rule of law for dictatorship and the pleasure of wallowing in self-pity does not deserve to lead a dog around the block, much less the world.
The Greeks accounted for the evils and afflictions of the human condition to helplessness against the cruelties and whims of the gods. Thus while ineluctable, the misery was at least not ignoble; it is tragic, and thereby merits compassion and pity.
We on the other hand deserve what's coming, because we ARE the gods. We're doing it all by and to ourselves. Tragedy? Pity? Hah!