The 'don't trust your lying ears and eyes' shtick is definitely wearing thin. Anyone who knows what a grocery store is knows prices have lurched upward. Anyone who has filled their car knows gasoline is NOT $2.00 a gallon. The Golden Age shouted from the rooftops is limited to the rarefied air breathers, the Mar-a-Lago members and the circle of friends and sycophants surrounding Trump who whisper in his ear that he's beloved, the economy is splendid and he's the best president ever.

It's been a con all along, the biggest political and financial heist in American history.

That seems to be his only personal grocery shopping.

Then again, employees get free food.

They did when I worked there.



Yes, to those 15 cent burgers.

“It appeared that there had even been demonstrations to thank Big Brother for raising the chocolate ration to twenty grams a week. And only yesterday […] it had been announced that the ration was to be reduced to twenty grams a week. Was it possible that they could swallow that, after only twenty-four hours? Yes, they swallowed it. [...] The eyeless crature at the other table swallowed it fanatically. passionately, with a furious desire to track down, denounce, and vaporize anyone who should suggest that last week the ration had been thirty grams. Syme, too-in some more double complex way, involving doublethink-Syme, swallow it. Was he, then, alone in the possession of a memory?”