The Price of Eggs

Since Trump II began less than a week ago, have you heard anything about lowering the price of eggs from inside the Beltway (Washington D.C. insiders, natch)? I’ve only heard rumblings from fellow shoppers, and my m-i-l when I told her that the brown, cage-free eggs were $1.50 less than the regular eggs. Shocking, indeed!

Instead we’ve had over 1,500 criminals let loose, persons who attacked police officers during an attempt to thwart Constitutionally mandated procedure of certifying votes of the Electoral College in 2020, and those who’ve physically harmed women and others from entering abortion clinics. Oh, and raids that scooped up legal and legal immigrants, American citizens and military personnel just to sort them out as to official status later. Oopsie!

I thought Trump II was about lowering prices and easing the lives of everyday Americans, like the campaign pledged to do On Day One. Yet all I hear about are about how excited we should be to have a drunk, sexual offender who mismanages small veterans’ organization budgets as our DOD chief.

If MAGA=GOP=Party Of The People, why is Rep. Andy Barr (R.. KY) demanding that his constituents, instead of getting cheaper eggs, get better tax treatment for depreciation of racehorses?

Now, I know that’s a valid concern for a majority of Americans. After all, if I can’t depreciate my racehorses fast enough, I might have to resort to polo again, and put off the Learjet upgrade I had my heart set on.

If you don’t think this is an oligarchy, with Elon Musk now peeing inside the tent rather than outside (inside he has access to all government data on all Americans, and perhaps other countries as well, that is not classified) I’ve a bridge to sell you.

Who wins in the end? Certainly not rural farmers counting on the CDC to let them know what’s happening with bird flu and their chickens, as well as potential spread of the virus to people. Not hushing it up like Trump I tried in vain to do with COVID.

The winners of this Trump specialty, the Zero Sum Billionaire Tax Cut Game, will certainly not help the working poor who already live in healthcare deserts and will now not have Medicaid. Or Seniors who depend on Social Security and Medicare. Or Veterans, for that matter, quitcher complainin’, all you did was lose your leg in the military action. It wasn’t a war, and also burn pits are nothing serious. Promise.

Wake up, America. It’s up to us to fix this mess. I don’t want a king in the White House. I certainly don’t want Donald Trump to have a third term handed to him on a silver platter. Congress might help a little if they realize that when their districts lose the Biden infrastructure funds they voted against but have taken credit for, their seats aren’t safe anymore. Ditto when Senators vote for completely inept leaders of key government institutions and a disaster strikes, as it inevitably will (nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition), and their response is unsurprisingly insppropriate… you get the picture.

Strap on your work boots (thought I was going to say gun, didn’t you?) and get involved. It’s now or never, folks. Nearly fifty years ago when my US/Canada family celebrated July 4, 1976, I never would have thought we could end up with our favorite pastime being hating other Americans or immigrants who want what we, as immigrants ourselves, have today. Hating people for worshipping another God or loving someone the hater deems “wrong.” Get involved. Tens of millions of eligible Americans are not registered to vote. That’s something positive to do. Register, and vote! Dee