As a lifelong cynic, I can admire those who can twist language to cover their own nefarious deeds. Take the 'supply chain crisis' (Where's Henny Youngman when I need him? Please!) which is a very sophisticated way of saying 'we choose to charge you more for this item safe in the knowledge there's little to nothing you can do about it.' In other words, greed.
And they're absolutely right. We can't really do much about the cost of a new car, a used car, the parts to keep one or the other in repair, the cost of gas and oil for whichever we choose, and/or ten to a hundred thousand other items we used to purchase nearly unconsciously before COVID-19 and its consequences changed how we live (for those of us who survived; for those who thought it was a hoax and ended up contracting it and dying, congratulations you sure owned the libs).
We have all kinds of folks in Washington D.C., when not storming the Rotunda or allowing smoking on the floor of the House of Representatives, waxing apoplectic about how much fentanyl is pouring across the border with Mexico. I can't help but wonder why we're ignoring the bacon and Tim Horten's coming down here from Canada but that's for another time.
But at the intersection of the supply chain crisis and items being smuggled in from Mexico, somewhat surprisingly, we have eggs. Yes, chicken eggs. A variety of avian flu attacks across the star-spangled chicken ranches of our great nation have created scarcities and that's no yolk (see what I did there?), and while prices have started to moderate somewhat, they're still high and are expected to stay elevated for some time to come.
So unless you're Semolina Piltcherd, climbing up the Eiffel Tower or an elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna, get ready for goo goo g'joob with a side order of huevos revueltos.
-bill kenny
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