It’s no secret that prices are up everywhere, for aImost everything. Since taking office, Joe Biden has crashed the economy in such stunning fashion that things that were considered cheap, Iike fast food just a few years ago are now an expensive luxury. Gas, home heating costs, rent, groceries, and seemingly every aspect of everyday American life are more expensive under Biden than Trump.
The reasons vary, but the main culprit for higher prices is infIation driven by outrageous fuel prices. The fuel prices force trucking companies to charge more to deliver goods, and the retailers have no choice but to mark up their wares to stay profitable.
Biden may bIame Putin, climate change, Donald Trump, greedy corporations, and millionaires not paying their fair share, but any American who has a job and family and pays their own bills knows that everything is insaneIy expensive under Joe Biden and the Democrats.
Recently, it was noted that a once linchpin of American service, quaIity, and value in the food service industry suddenly isn’t such a great value anymore. Many working families count on fast food and quick service joints for a family meal and perhaps an inexpensive night out for the kids. While that used to be the case, under Joe Biden it sadly is a thing of the past.
One of the most beloved chains in the business, Chick-fil-A, has raised its prices by a shocking 21% in the Iast two years as the chain struggles to stay even with inflation.
I Incurred a $500 Fine When My Neighbor Falsely Accused My Son of Her Toddler’s Hallway Scribbles — I Couldn’t Let It Go
Caitlin often found herself informally supervising her neighbor Stacy’s young son, Nate, providing him some stability while his mom sought time for herself. However, when Nate decorated the hallway walls with doodles during Caitlin’s absence, she was unjustly slapped with a $500 fine. Determined to set things right, Caitlin devised a plan for retribution.
Stacy had become accustomed to letting her young son, Nate, roam the hallway as a play area.
“It’s safe, Caitlin,” she’d assure me. “Plus, it’s their version of outdoor play.”
She would then retreat behind her door, leaving Nate to his devices, often while she entertained guests.
“I just need some downtime,” she confessed to me once in the laundry room. “I’m a grown woman with needs, you know. Being a single mom, you must get it.”
I understood her need for personal space, but I could never imagine letting my own son, Jackson, wander the hallways alone. Despite our general familiarity with the neighbors, the corridors didn’t feel completely secure.
Jackson, slightly older than Nate, seemed concerned about the younger boy, who often loitered alone, clutching his tattered teddy bear.
“Mom,” Jackson would say during his playtime, “maybe we should invite him over.”
Grateful for my son’s compassion, I agreed. It was better to keep both children within sight, ensuring their safety.
Thus, we began having Nate over for snacks, toys, and movies—a simple arrangement that brought him noticeable joy.
“He mentioned he likes playing with others,” Jackson noted one day. “I don’t think his mom spends much time with him.”
And interestingly, Stacy hardly acknowledged this setup. Once she realized Nate was safe with us, she seemed to extend her leisure time even more.
Eventually, it became routine for Nate to knock on our door whenever his mother let him out.
“Hello,” he’d say, teddy in hand. “I’m here to play.”
However, one day, we were away at my parents’ house for my mom’s birthday.
“I hope Nate will be okay,” Jackson expressed concern as we drove.
“Oh, honey,” I responded. “His mom is there. She’s responsible for his safety too.”
Upon our return, we were greeted by hallway walls covered in childish drawings—a colorful chaos of stick figures and squiggles.
“Nate must have had fun,” I remarked, searching for my keys.
“Isn’t he going to be in trouble?” Jackson asked, eyeing the artwork
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