How do you get inflation from 30% to 2% in just a few months?

Stephen Miller is often compared with considerable reason to Joseph Paul Goebbels, but he actually reminds me even more of Stalin’s most craven lickspittles (Most of these men were eventually rewarded for their service by being shot).

In case you’re wondering what the lie is here, Miller simply adds up ALL the year over year inflation during Biden’s four years, claims that was “30% inflation” — even this is a 50% exaggeration as cumulative inflation during those four years was 20% not 30% — then compares it to one year of inflation under Trump — a year of inflation that happened to be identical to the inflation during the final year of Biden’s term. Then he claims that Trump brought inflation down from “30%” to “just over 2%” in a matter of months.

I’m well aware that the Mouth of Donald doesn’t believe a word of any of this — Miller is probably the most evil and least inherently stupid of Trump’s servants — and I don’t doubt that he has convinced himself through endless jesuitical mental reservations that these lies are really part of a higher truth, which can be summed up in exactly 14 words. (That those words don’t include Stephen Miller is an irony that unfortunately we can’t afford to have him discover in what would be the most fitting manner).

’Attention! Your attention, please! A newsflash has this moment arrived from the Malabar front. Our forces in South India have won a glorious victory. I am authorized to say that the action we are now reporting may well bring the war within measurable distance of its end. Here is the newsflash -’ Bad news coming, thought Winston. And sure enough, following on a gory description of the annihilation of a Eurasian army, with stupendous figures of killed and prisoners, came the announcement that, as from next week, the chocolate ration would be reduced from thirty grammes to twenty . . .

For the moment he had shut his ears to the remoter noises and was listening to the stuff that streamed out of the telescreen. It appeared that there had even been demonstrations to thank Big Brother for raising the chocolate ration to twenty grammes a week. And only yesterday, he reflected, it had been announced that the ration was to be reduced to twenty grammes a week. Was it possible that they could swallow that, after only twenty-four hours? Yes, they swallowed it. Parsons swallowed it easily, with the stupidity of an animal. The eyeless creature at the other table swallowed it fanatically, passionately, with a furious desire to track down, denounce, and vaporize anyone who should suggest that last week the ration had been thirty grammes. Syme, too-in some more complex way, involving doublethink, Syme swallowed it. Was he, then, alone in the possession of a memory?