06 November 2024

Twenty Four Hours Later

 Last night the PBS Newshour was acting way too much like the CNBC that I was watching eight years previously, when CNBC was my only conduit to what was happening in the 2016 American presidential election; I was in Paris; I had voted for Hillary, and I was expecting that she was going to win.

I had just come back from a walk down the Seine.

On that walk I had taken - yet another - picture of the bronze of Thomas Jefferson that Paris has put there on the quais.

I was confident that a New York mafia wanna be and obvious common criminal was not going to be added to the list upon which the person that bronze represents was the third.

And I was wrong.

As I watched, CNBC's master of the numbers kept proffering scenarios of how the changing vote picture was going to produce a second - this time female - Clinton presidency.

I could tell that Clinton was losing.

So I went to bed.

When I woke up, I found out to my chagrin, that I was right.

the donnie the dildo era had commenced.

The ambience of PBS last night, about 20:00 was pretty much of that CNBC experience.

In 2016.

So I went to bed and watched the movie Dave on my iPhone.

Great movie.

And when I woke up this morning, sure enough, donnie is back.

But this time it's different.

He won the popular vote.

So a majority of American voters who voted want him to do what he has said he is going to do and expect to benefit from the almost immediate improvements to things that he has promised to deliver.

And he has the Senate.

And he has the Court.

And he is - not sure as I write this - going to have the House.

So he can do whatever he wants.

And that is a better thing than it sounds on the surface: he is clearly committed to defined results.

Hypothetically, we can measure what his regime does and accomplishes and decide whether we want to keep him or kill him and hang him up in the town square and gut him like the cow that he is, just like the Italians did to Mussolini.

When or if the results aren't forthcoming.

So how do we measure the results?

Hard to say.

Because donnie has promised so much.

But I have been around long enough that I have seen inflation (and during my 82 years the president has never had any control over it) wax and wane.

Back in the early 70s I adopted the sirloin beef inflation indicator.

Sirloin steak.

Price per pound.

So, here is the deal.

A year from now we all get back together and see what a New York cut steak costs per pound versus today.

At Costco today New York strip steaks cost $15.99 a pound - so says Copilot.

Normal fluctuation in commodity prices is 10% to 20%,

So, if a year from now, using the upper end of inflation, expected and/or normal, a New York cut costs $19.18 a pound, donnie loses.        

 If it costs $12.79 a pound he wins.

In either case we all lose.

Because we've got donnie.

And $12.79 for the meat on your plate is a stupid price.


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