August 5th, 2015

#4842: The American Oligarchy.

400 families represent 50% of the donations to the presidential candidates. That's , I might add.

Let that sink in: out of a nation with 300,000,000 people, about 1,200 or so of them (assuming a three-person family) have donated half of the money received so far by presidential candidates.

We're not talking about the one percent, here; we're talking about the 0.01%, the top one percent of the top one percent.

Jeb Bush and Hillary Clinton share the same donors.

Why be surprised? They're all on the same team.

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Once again we're reminded there's absolutely no inflation! Yesterday I paid $3.60 for a pound of butter, which is about a 33% price increase over 18 months, but that's not "inflation" because food prices are "too volatile" to be included in the consumer price index. A pound of boneless-skinless chicken breasts, on sale, is $3 a pound now, which is (again) a 33% increase in price over where it was two years ago. Ground beef, 80% lean, is on sale at $4 a pound--it was $2.50 a pound on sale in 2013--but there's no inflation, folks!

The chocolate ration has increased from 3 oz to 2.5 oz! Everybody party!

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Having paid our gas bill, I am now overdrawn, with nine days to go before payday. *sigh*

In twelve days I start working 40-hour weeks. I don't know how long it is before I start getting paychecks from those 40-hour weeks, but that will be a huge f-ing relief, let me tell you.

Plus side, Mrs. Fungus is supposed to receive her first paycheck relatively soon, so I will not be long overdrawn--but it's annoying nonetheless.

Yesterday I had to make a trip to Bolingbrook to spend five minutes there, letting them get copies of my identification and to drop off a form. I didn't make a note of my departure time; I think it was about 1:30 but I had to stop for gas and got to the office at 2:15. I did make special note of the time I left the office, though; even with the stopover to get Mrs. Fungus an iced coffee, it was still only fifty minutes from driveway to driveway, so it looks as if my estimate of 45 minutes on the way in was more or less correct.

It was 45.5 miles up. That means about 90 miles a day, which translates neatly to 4.5 gallons of gas; figure $18 worth of gas per day at $4 per gallon. Tolls are going to be $8 a day. $26, then, give-or-take; and even at my current pay rate and subtracting the additional commuting costs I'll still make more money full-time than I am part-time--enough, it seems, to make a difference. (I know gas is currently $2.55 a gallon in the Fungal Vale, but it will not stay there.)

I didn't need the GPS to get there, the second time. Super-easy route.

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There was something else I wanted to talk about, but I can't remember what it was. Heck with it.

ADDENDUM:

Still, it's a comfortable day outside--not hot, low humidity--and I can sit here at the computer without any fans running; it's so quiet in fact that my ears are ringing with it. All of my errands and chores are accomplished, and I have nothing else that needs doing today save making dinner.

Ahhh.

#4843: Here is an example of why I call them "union babies".

The other day Mrs. Fungus and I had the news on, and one of the stories was about some hotel or other in the city which had a bunch of employees out front of it that day, protesting. Their signs--professionally printed, of course!--said "NO UNION CONTRACT" and they were walking in a circle, banging pans together, and in general being idiots.

They were naturally interviewed by the local news, who dedicated at least a minute and a half to it. And what were their complaints?

They were unhappy that they had to work, that they were tired when they got home from work.

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"After working all day," one useless extrusion complained, "I don't have any energy to spend time with my family!"

Each housekeeper has the onerous task of cleaning fifteen rooms every day: vacuum, make beds, fold towels, dust, etcetera. But that's terribly hard work, and they can't take the workload, because after work is over they're tired.

The story was unclear on what, exactly, a union contract had to do with them, since they're not unionized, so I am of the opinion that this was some kind of agitation for unionization. The story gave absolutely no details (other than mentioning there was no union) so I have no f-ing clue what that was about. I can speculate that perhaps recently there was a vote among the staff of the hotel, who declined unionizing, and that this temper tantrum was the result of the commie-libs not getting their way.

There certainly weren't a lot of them; a dozen, perhaps fifteen.

...apparently wanting to unionize because they're tired after working. Poor little delicate creatures! They have to work and it makes them so tired they don't have any time to be with their families! It's such a hard, horrible existence!

You know what? EVERYBODY ON THE DAMNED PLANET IS TIRED AFTER WORK, YOU SHITHEADS. That's why they call it "work"! It's not any better if you use your brain rather than your muscles; in fact you're even more tired after a day of thinking than you are if you were making beds. My father used to come home from work around 5:30, eat dinner, and be in bed by seven PM, and he worked in an office. He didn't make any beds or restock shelves.

WTF.

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The property tax situation in Illinois is so stupid even Reuters has taken notice. The tax bill on the bunker is egregiously high; the annual levy is some four percent of the assessed value. I wish the property taxes here were only the 1.9% mentioned in that article!

Six or so miles away, in the capitalist running dog state of Indiana, Og pays about a quarter of what we pay here, and for more land to boot. Yeah.

It's utterly ridiculous.