Let’s skip the polite economic euphemisms and call this what it is: we are headed straight for the mountain, and the seatbelt light just came on. Inflation’s not cooling; it’s calcifying. Wages haven’t caught up, rent’s still a blood sport, groceries feel like luxury items, and if you’ve tried to buy a used car lately, you know it’s giving “end times barter system” vibes.
And yet - corporate profits are fine. Wall Street’s fine. Private equity? Thriving. It’s us - the people who actually make things run - who are about to feel the crush. The “soft landing” fantasy was just that: a bedtime story for investors. The plane’s shaking, the masks are about to drop, and most of us don’t even have a parachute.
