In primitivethink, the primitives think that with considerably less corn on the market, it only means that a primitive'll have to fork out a whopping fifty cents for a corn-on-the-cob for his barbeque, nothing more than that.
Alas for the primitives, it also means one is going to have to fork out two bucks, instead of forty-nine cents, for one of those pint plastic trays of fresh strawberries, or four bucks instead of one, for a watermelon.
I'm mostly worried about the price of milk and other dairy products; I suppose if what's now a gallon of milk at three dollars becomes twelve bucks, I'll still buy it, and as much as I ever did, but man, it's going to make a dent in the pocketbook.
I don't buy them--but the primitives do--think how it'll be, paying four dollars for what's right now a small 99-cent bag of Cheetos or Doritos.
My favorite bread--I won't touch any others--is right now $3.99 a loaf; I'm thinking it'll be sixteen bucks by the first week of November.
Now, you and I know, sir, whoever's president doesn't have any control over the weather, even though the primitives seemed to think so, back when George Bush was president.
And hence the Great Barack Drought of '12; why not?
A president however can ameliorate the effects of a natural disaster--in this case by cutting taxes and governmental expenditures, by taking the government out of what's supposed to be a free market, by ceasing to incite
faux outrage (racism, the "war" on women, whatnot) and concentrating instead upon issues of substance, issues that matter.
Which is about the last thing Barack Milhous is willing to do.
So again, my question to the primitives--what's Barack Milhous going to do about it?
The
last thing he should do is tour this burning land, offering us hope and change; he's already lost the election out here, and if he showed up, he'd lose even more.
Probably all he's going to do is play golf while the Corn Belt burns.
A starving populace (in this case, not actually starving, but beset by higher and higher grocery prices) is not an electorate willing to keep incumbents in power, no matter how many votes the Democrats can create out of thin air in the blue cities and blue states.
When driving through all four Upper Great Plains states this past week, seeing tens of thousands of square miles of dead corn, it became obvious to me that Barack Milhous is a goner. Not only around here, but everywhere there are people who eat.