Dear President Trump.
Dear President Trump (and a few others I have cc'ed on this email):
I thought you were going to fix food prices, so that inflation would stop or at least slow down. And how about reducing prices on a few basic foodstuffs? Seems to me you promised all that, and more, in some of your meandering harangues. Do you know a loaf of grocery store French Bread, which just a year ago went for $1.50, is now $2.50? And eggs . . . oy vey iz mir! A dozen eggs cost more than a gallon of gas! A bag of yellow onions was 99 cents not too long ago. And now a five pound bag of potatoes is five bucks . . . or more!
So, like they say in Las Vegas, either put up or shut up. If you can't do anything about skyrocketing prices except to deport more innocent people to Timbuktu, then I wish you would just start writing us paupers stimulus checks, like Biden did. I can't afford beef anymore, but I sure would like to be able to afford a baked potato once in a while. If the federal government is going to default on its National Debt, then let it default after each one of us has gotten a beefy check from Uncle Sam to make the house payment or car payment or buy enough groceries to feed our kids decently for a week or two, before the Chinese swoop in and buy us up lock stock and barrel and turn us into their serfs and stooges.
Well, now that I got THAT off my chest I feel much better. And maybe you're not such a bad guy either, Don. Why don't you hop on Air Force One and fly over to Provo for an early dinner this afternoon? My treat. Just come to my door at the Valley Villa Apartments at 650 West 100 North and you'll find my door at apartment 115 wide open from about 4 until 4:30 this afternoon. I'm serving homemade slow cooker sweet potato and carrot soup. Most of the people in my building say my cooking is mighty good. You can bet they'll be at my door around four for some free soup. FYI: I do ask for donations, but it's completely voluntary -- a lot of the people who come to my door can't afford to give me a buck or two. Because of your tariffs and tax laws . . . Oh well, let bygones be bygones, Mr. President. Besides, maybe they're just cheapskates -- I'm beginning to think a lot of people in our building rake in a lot more dough than I do every month . . .
Take it easy,
Timothy Robert Torkildson.
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