Just what do you mean by that?
Saturday, 24. January 2009, 03:21:37
What do I mean? After all, now that we have President Obama in office, things should immediately get better right? Maybe. Then again, maybe not.
Please don't get me wrong. I voted for the man even though I used to consider myself a Republican. I'm sure he will do a good job and that at some indeterminate date in the future things will get better. It's just that sometimes I worry that things won't get better before I'm too old to enjoy it.
Sometimes when I look back, it seems as though prices have gone up significantly more between the time I was 25 and now than they did between the time I was born and my 25th birthday. The candy bar that cost a nickel when I was a child is now about a dollar. That is, if you can find a candy bar that big in the first place.
When I was a child, $10,000 a year was considered "a good living." Now it won't even keep you in a cardboard box on a street corner. I can remember my father complaining about spending $25 for dinner for three. This was in a nice restaurant. We had filet mignon. And two of the three people had at least one martini. The last time I went out for dinner and had a filet mignon it cost $28 just for my dinner. And I didn't even get a salad with it.
Prices have swelled as package sizes have shrunk. Try to find a one-pound can of coffee these days. Heck, try to find a one-pound package of pasta. While a can of tuna fish used to make two healthy sandwiches, these days it's just about enough for one. Have you noticed these changes? The companies responsible sure won't call your attention to the change. I'm sure they're hoping you won't notice.
So that's what I mean by "Hell in a Hand Basket." Why did I say "It could always be worse?" Things could have gone the other way in November. The Republicans could have won.
Please don't get me wrong. I voted for the man even though I used to consider myself a Republican. I'm sure he will do a good job and that at some indeterminate date in the future things will get better. It's just that sometimes I worry that things won't get better before I'm too old to enjoy it.
Sometimes when I look back, it seems as though prices have gone up significantly more between the time I was 25 and now than they did between the time I was born and my 25th birthday. The candy bar that cost a nickel when I was a child is now about a dollar. That is, if you can find a candy bar that big in the first place.
When I was a child, $10,000 a year was considered "a good living." Now it won't even keep you in a cardboard box on a street corner. I can remember my father complaining about spending $25 for dinner for three. This was in a nice restaurant. We had filet mignon. And two of the three people had at least one martini. The last time I went out for dinner and had a filet mignon it cost $28 just for my dinner. And I didn't even get a salad with it.
Prices have swelled as package sizes have shrunk. Try to find a one-pound can of coffee these days. Heck, try to find a one-pound package of pasta. While a can of tuna fish used to make two healthy sandwiches, these days it's just about enough for one. Have you noticed these changes? The companies responsible sure won't call your attention to the change. I'm sure they're hoping you won't notice.
So that's what I mean by "Hell in a Hand Basket." Why did I say "It could always be worse?" Things could have gone the other way in November. The Republicans could have won.
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