Here's looking at life with a jaundiced eye

In my drinking days, whenever they raised the price of a case of quality beer, I went right over to the stack of Milwaukee Best - which my friends complained tasted like swamp water.

Okay, they said it tasted like piss.

In my snus chewing days, I never grew alarmed when they raised the price on a can of Copenhagen by 50 cents.

I just shifted my priorities.

"There goes my weekly donation to Father John's favorite charity."

And these days, many Americans - mostly Republicans - are bitching and blaming Old Joe for the run-away inflation in this country.

Last week, I was strolling down an aisle in...