On a lighter note -- or perhaps not -- I heard a news report say today that milk in NYC is $7 for a gallon in some places. Gasoline here is $3.18 and in 2005 alone there was a 233% increase in eggs, the most basic staple of grocery foods. And yet, I heard political officials on TV this morning insisting we weren't in a recession, suffering from inflation. Stagflation! The worst -- when your income goes down and the price of food goes up. They might as well call that starving. What upsets me isn't so much that there is a problem but that I feel like everyone has gone stark raving mad to deny we have one. I feel like someone in a glass box beating on the inside of the walls saying "HEY! COKES ARE $6/BOX! AND I CAN'T AFFORD TO DRIVE TO WORK ANYMORE!" and the people who can do something about it are -- literally -- tapdancing on the stage.
Perhaps the most frustrating part about feeling this way is that somehow, as if the Alien and Sedition Acts of 1798 have been called up from their watery graves, questioning the situation has become "unpatriotic." Like a little critique from people like me invokes a cough under the breath that goes something like: "you-must-hate-the-flag." But what's more "American," more democratic, than demanding your nation be run by the will of the people, and not the will of the few?