Back during The Great Inflation of the 1970s, we had this thing called The Misery Index. It was a measurement of the level of misery the American people felt while trying to survive under the highest possible inflationary period of all time.

In the 1970s, in the wake of the international oil price crisis, the United States suffered from a prolonged period of high inflation and high unemployment, which came to be called stagflation. This prompted Arthur Okun, the late Brookings Institute economist, to develop a “misery index” to capture the economic pain experienced by the American public. The idea was simply to add the inflation rate to the unemployment rate to come up with a misery index as a single measure of economic pain

Fast forward to today, 2021 and many Americans may find themselves joining the newly re-minted Misery Club. Thanks in part to the pandemic’s worldwide delta variant and a few many political miscalculations, The Misery Index is back with a vengeance.

Are you miserable? I know I am. There’s just no way around it. I can pretend to be happy and that I’ve got everything under control but I don’t. I fully understand about seeing the glass half-full. I totally understand making the best of it. Stiff upper lip and all. But come on! Life right now isn’t making me too fond of it.

After coming off the coronavirus band wagon and crying for months (if not for the rest of my life) over the pandemic death of my brother, I was hoping life would ease up a bit but it hasn’t. Life has gotten so much worse. Life has interrupted my so-called life, my lifestyle, my quality of life and I’m rip roaring mad over the whole man-made thing. This isn’t an act of God. This is due in several parts, from the interference of mere man mortals.

I’m seriously considering living off the grid for a while because I can’t stand with human nature right now. What have ‘they’ done to us? What have ‘they’ made us in to? Scrounging around at grocery stores hoarding whatever we can? Foolishly thinking if we buy more stuff (as gifts) our lives and the lives of those we love will get better? No, they won’t.

I either want a cabin in the depths of Maine or a log house somewhere on a Montana prairie. I want tons of untouched land to surround me as only a Mountain View will cure me. I’d rather have a horse and a chicken for a friend than congregate with a human being right now. I’m certain you must feel the same way (hence land rights and building permits are skyrocketing in those vacant homesteads).

I feel like Charlton Heston during the last scene from Planet Of The Apes, when he discovered human beings had destroyed his planet and reversed the order of nature.

“Oh, my God, I’m home! They finally really did it. You maniacs! You blew it up! God damn you all to hell!” are Charleston’s last words. I totally agree. Damn you all to hell, you maniacs!

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