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Instead of a dinner fork to twist their Ramen noodles, Americans will be reaching for pitchforks and heading to Washington D.C..

America's Brewing Ramen Noodle Revolt



If you believe the government the rate of inflation is only about 1.6%...If you live outside Washington D.C. and in the real world, where inflation is measured by what goes in and out of your wallet or pocketbook, you know that the real number is much higher because you are feeling its effects daily.
We all know that politicians and bureaucrats like to look like champions for the little guy, or economic gurus, but this is worse than that. This is an entire government giving you the naked spa treatment with a guy named Big Don gripping and grinding your back with calloused hands and no oil or Yanni in the background. There is a measurement called the Consumer Price Index, or CPI. Perianne Boring reported at Forbes.com in an article titled “If You Want To Know The Real Rate Of Inflation, Don't Bother With The CPI” that the golden equation used by the Bureau of Labor Statistics to calculate CPI is secret. It is believed to measure the cost of 80,000 products and sprinkled with magic pixie dust to get the numbers it wants. There conveniently isn’t a list of the products measured to debate about, but one can assume that this list does not include the essentials a family needs to survive week to week. Those essentials in most Middle-class homes are; the cost of gas to get back and forth to work; heating oil and electricity needed to keep a home livable, and the food a family needs to survive.

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For most of us in the Middle Class, this is how we do our calculations. We have no need of a graph or multicolored chart to tell us that the official CPI is bogus. We measure it every time we are driving to work and are constantly looking at the gas gauge hoping we can make it till payday. We measure it when we go to the gas station filling up 5 gallon gas cans with diesel and sneak around our houses at night hoping the neighbors don’t see us pouring it into the oil tank. We measure it when the family is sitting down to a healthy meal of Ramen Noodles and store brand hotdogs that were on sale because long gone are the days of meat and fresh vegetables for dinner. Our paychecks have been getting smaller and smaller without a pay cut. The American Middle Class is literally being nickeled and dimed to desperation. Yet, in Washington D.C., the people of quality seem to not have a clue as to what is going on outside the Beltway. If they did have a clue, they would understand why Immigration Reform is about as wanted or needed as Michelle Obama's crusade to have people buy food they cannot afford right now, with the added benefit of leaving every parent in America feeling guilty when they see their children eating cheap bologna sandwiches and chips for supper. They wouldn’t have decided to raise the tax on home heating oil during a winter that will be feeling the effects of two polar vortexes. This is probably because in “Boomtown” the ruling class do not tell the limo driver to pull over so they can jump out and “fill er up”. With dinners hosted by lobbyists, fundraisers, and award ceremonies, who needs to go down to the local Piggly Wiggly and buy a pound of burger that costs 16.8 percent more than it used to for taco night. They retreat to nice warm condo “rented” to them by a “friend” with heat, water, and cable included. The world in which they spin is paid for by someone else, leaving them detached from the pressure they are putting on the American family. Every payday leaves America's middle class worried if it will be enough until the next paycheck. There is a simmering rage brewing out there as we look and see a president who seems to have more golf vacations than press conferences followed up by senators and congressmen using PAC money to support lavish lifestyles and taking “fact finding” trips to tropical climes. The time is soon coming when Americans are going to look around the table as their kids are eating their third night in a row of Ramen Noodles and hotdogs, all the while worrying that the heat will stay on long enough to reach payday and finally will say “Enough is enough!” This time, instead of a dinner fork to twist their Ramen noodles, they will be reaching for pitchforks and heading to Washington D.C.. Mike Henkins


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A once fat man still smoking his pipe and living in Maine with two beautiful ladies of which he is lucky to call one wife and the other daughter.

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