Smug, spoiled-rotten NYC liberal (well, I’m assuming here, but I think it’s a safe enough bet) finds liberalism a luxury he can no longer afford. Actually, it’s always been a luxury the nation itself can’t afford:

Until recently, whenever we went to the farmers’ market, we would lug home $50 pork roasts and $14 gallons of milk. We would spend over $100 on food that might not last more than three days. Sometimes we’d shop on Saturday morning and have nothing to make for dinner on Monday. I shrugged this off as one of those oddities of New York life, like getting a ticket because your neighbor put out his trash on the wrong day. But the $35 chicken made me reconsider. Buying sustainably raised beef and sustainably squeezed milk and sustainably hatched poultry is a way of life that, these days, I just can’t sustain.

There were reasons I fell into the habit of spending more money in one morning at the farmers’ market than some people spend on an engagement ring. These farmers — whom I began to imagine driving new BMWs once they got back upstate — were doing good work. They stayed away from pharmaceuticals, so we didn’t have to worry that we were feeding Dexter and his baby brother, Elliot, stray hormones or antibiotics. We had never been strict about buying organics, but we liked apples from orchards that didn’t apply pesticides with a fire hose. And apart from that infamous chicken, most of the products from the farmers’ market were grand on the dinner table. The question was: How much grandeur could we afford?

Elliot, who drinks milk like a lactose-addicted sailor, can put away a $14 gallon in two days, and the math on that runs into numbers higher than I can count. My wife, who does most of our shopping for staples, worked out what she calls a schizophrenic compromise. One week, she’ll go cheap, filling the car with good-tasting products of inscrutable provenance at Trader Joe’s. The next week, she’ll load up on organic groceries from Fairway to the tune of $200. We still go to the farmers’ market, but not for milk. For now, it’s supermarket milk for us, but so far we’re holding the line and sticking with organic. Supermarket chicken, too.

We’ve taken a step down in flavor. The milk lacks body and character. The chicken tastes a little bit like chicken, which is rarer than it sounds, but it often needs a little help. When Dexter and I get out the pots and pans these days, we’re usually trying to augment the flavors of ingredients that are pretty good but not good enough to stand alone. We roast less and braise more. I’ve got a heavier hand with spices.

*Sob* Oh, God; the suffering, the humanity! I just can’t stand it; my heart is breaking for these poor suffering darlings, trying so hard to stay on the side of the free-range, politically correct angels, but unable to because of…

Yes, you got it: Obama’s economy, and the gratuitous destruction he’s wrought on the greatest wealth-producing engine the world has ever seen.

Well, tough shit, Precious. Learn your fucking lesson, or put on a happy face and prepare to suffer along with the hoi polloi for the rest of your life. Because I assure you, with your beloved Marxist Messiah in charge, it will get worse, and won’t get better. State-run economies are not known for the prosperity they provide, but for the restriction of choice they ruthlessly enforce. Honestly, you should’ve known.

Yes, even you; I know you thought all along that you wouldn’t be expected to share the pain of the proletariat, but the truth is, Obama and the Democrat Socialists have all of us floating down Shit River in the same boat, and you will be required to grab an oar and sweat.

The rest of you sanctimonious, Obama-fellating prigs aren’t gonna be feeling quite so smug when socialist reality comes knocking on your own door. And it most certainly will. Schadenfraude is just about the only satisfaction real Americans have these days, but I gotta admit: it ain’t nothing.

(Via Omri)

Update! A little reminder for you:

“We can’t drive our SUVs and eat as much as we want and keep our homes on 72 degrees at all times…and then just expect that other countries are going to say OK,” Obama said.

“That’s not leadership. That’s not going to happen,” he added.

So all right, then, libs: stop sniveling and lead by example. IT’S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD.