The Inflation Man

“I love the inflation,” says the man who told the rubes that if elected, the cost of energy and food and housing would all decrease mightily. You might even say hugely, to use one of the man’s favorite words.

Well, as everyone who has to buys things like gas and food knows, the cost of those things has gone up hugely, especially recently. And the man who is most responsible for this loves it. Just as he loves Lindsey Graham, the homosexual man who loves to reference the Bible in support of the wars he loves, even though the same Bible condemns men who “lie” with other men. Lindsey loves war even more than Trump does (and the rubes vote for both because they believe the Bible tells them they must).

Trump loves inflation because it is what drives the stock market economy of grift. It is a boon to those with the means and in a position to speculate, profiting off the misfortune of average people just trying to do an honest day’s work to pay their bills. These latter, ironically, constituted the bulk of Trump’s political support during his 2024 Comeback Tour. No doubt this is why the disappointment – which is becoming anger – is both deep and welling up. Biden was an awful jefe but he was at least an honest one – in the sense that we all knew what was coming. It would have been the same had Harris become jefe rather than Trump. Unpleasant, certainly.

But not unexpected.

Trump is a dishonest jefe – but that does not go far enough. He is a betrayer of stupendous stature. He is even worse than your best friend who turns out to be banging your wife in his truck while you’re working to pay the bills. He’s unashamed of it – and wags his dick in your face after he does it, with your wife glistening on it. Coarse language, yes. But how else to articulate the  coarseness of the man?

Is he just unhinged? That is possible. He is after all 80-years-old and while that dees not mean he’s necessarily suffering from dementia, the age does correlate with the onset of second childhood. A symptom of this beginning is the blurting out of things best kept to oneself, such as “I love inflation.” And “I don’t think much” about Americans’ financial struggles. A person fully in control of his thoughts would surely not utter such thoughts, because doing so serves no good purpose. It is gratuitously obnoxious. He either has to know this – in which case he’s an almost indescribable asshole – or he can’t help saying it out loud, in which case it is evidence of etiolating dementia. Or – another possibility – almost unbelievable stupidity. The kind of stupidity that is displayed by a not-smart person who believes himself to be smarter than everyone else.

None of these options is pleasant to contemplate. None of the consequences are pleasant to contemplate.

For Trump, of course, there are no meaningful consequences. He is a billionaire whose wealth has increased hugely since he acquired the power to direct the grift to his benefit and that of his family and close associates, including his son – who though only just 20 years old is already, mirable dictu, reportedly worth $150 million, which means he does not have to worry about the cost of anything – ever. He could stop “working” today and not have to worry about the cost of anything for the next 60-plus years or however long he lives. The main source of this munificence? He is “co-founder” of  World Liberty Financial, which profited hugely from the crypto currency grift. It is what Dire Straits meant when they sang about money for nothing and chicks for free.

Barron has not yet signed up to fight for freedom, either. That’s for losers who need to figure out how to pay for things. That is, people like you and I – who do not “love inflation” because we are not in a position to manipulate it and so to benefit from it. Trump’s class of people get the inflated money first and use its inflated buying power to buy up things and leverage things that by dint of this end up costing you and I more – and you and I do not have the inflated dollars to offset these costs. By the time the inflated dollars reach us, they have already lost much of their buying power and that waning continues the longer we hold onto those dollars, pitiably trying to save them – which is something like trying to save the Titanic by scooping buckets of water off the rapidly submerging forecastle.

The upside is we know where we stand now. Like the man who finds his wife in the truck with the guy he thought was his best friend.

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