I gotchur "2 per cent" inflation hangin' cuz I still still use a dangerous incendiary in a Zippo.
Observe the one on the right first, a gift late last year. The receipt was in the bag, about four bucks, plus tax.
Now look left, please, for a couple of pertinent points. The 57-cent price is an obvious hint that something has changed. I find it more compelling that the Ronsonol folks once had enough confidence in price stability to paint the price on the can itself.
Leftie has a bar code, dating it no older than the early '80s. It is probably newer.
You can pick your own year, do a little arithmetic, and calculate the depth of the Federal Reserve Board long-standing lie that "inflation is tame."
(The easy way is an adaptation of the rule of 72; price divided by annual price increase equals the number of years necessary for the price to double. At 2 per cent annual currency devaluation, a few ounces of fluid at 57 cents would, after 36 years, cost $1.14. )
Even easier to digest: The 7 per cent sales tax on the new plastic-pack Ronsonol was about 28 cents. So the tax alone, now, would have bought a half can of the product then. (The anal who wish to quibble over the odd penny and the 4 or 5 per cent c. 1984 tax on 57 cents are free to do so and will be enthusiastically ignored. Likewise the the additional half-ounce in the new packaging.)
Fer cryin' out loud, Jim, how the heck did this tickle your muse on such a fine Sunday morning?
Glad you asked.
I've spent a couple of days massaging fiberglass to make permanent a "temporary" (read "slapdash and ugly and not too effective") repair on the leaky Texson camper roof. This sort of thing requires acetone. So I rooted around in the place where I store volatile chemicals. No acetone.
But I found the Ronsonol can, nearly empty, and noticed the price. All else followed because I am lately most interested in the scope and depth of lies by politicians and public-tit economists.
Despite everything, however, I am incredibly pleased with myself because among the flammables and explosives I found a long-forgotten sealed gallon of Holiday gas stove fuel and noticed its label claim to be a "naphthalene product."
So is lighter fluid, so I dunked the Zippo in it. Worked fine. I topped off both Ronsonol cans.
Somewhere in the majestic vastness of American law this simply must be a criminal act, at least an OSHA or hazmat offense. So I apologize for an illegal act of personal inflation amelioration.
Please don't put no choke hold on me, Officer Dan.