Sorry if this is redundant, it just seems like there are so many variables when I try to research it.
I'm an exhibitionist and made a habit of streaking in a park at night. I've had the police called on me a few times, but I've always evaded until recently one night they arrested me. This is in Texas. I realize how stupid I've been, I know there's something wrong with me, I just want to get this over with quickly and effectively so I can be left alone and see a therapist.
I've been charged with two misdemeanors, public indecency and evading arrest. They kept me in jail for about a day and a half. A lady explained to me that I had the option to take a personal bond as a cheaper alternative to paying the full fee for both charges, which was in the thousands. Of course there was the third option of a lengthier jail time which I desperately want to avoid. This is my first time being arrested and confronted with the legal system, so I thought the personal bond sounded like a good option, and I signed the application for it. Plus, the lady told me if it got rejected, I could just go back to paying the full fee.
While I was locked up, I met with the judge who told me that I was eligible for the personal bond. I requested a public defender, and I was released later that day. The court date is in a few weeks.
The conditions of the personal bond are a heavily reduced fee of eighty dollars, plus having to call a specific pretrial services officer for "supervision," something that I don't know the specifics of. At least with other pretrial services, I can see how someone charged with a DUI could be assigned to an "alcohol monitoring unit," or how someone charged of domestic abuse could be assigned to "supervised family violence," but I've been assigned to just "supervision". What does that mean?
I'm just anxious as to whether or not I'm making the best decisions for myself.
Was taking the personal bond the best option? I'm tempted to pay the full fee IF it means I don't have to appear in court and deal with further sentencing, but unfortunately I didn't think to clarify this while I met with the judge. I do have the money to pay for it after all. It would hurt, but it's recoverable in my situation. Is it too late to change my mind on this?
The fact that I requested a public defender also makes me nervous in hindsight, since as far as I can tell, I have no guarantee as to when they'll contact me.
I am also aware that this will go on my record, and if there's any possible way to get it taken off, I'd like to know about it. It sounds like a lawyer specific question, but again, is the court appointed attorney the best option? Is it too late to change my mind about that as well?

The day seemed like it would be ordinary until the aeronautical community’s most sought after document showed up on my doorstep.
It came wrapped in brown kraft paper tied off with twine, and the exterior packaging had no return address nor any indication of a postage stamp. It was as though it had been simply bundled up and dropped into my wall-mounted mailbox by a random passerby.
No part of me was willing to surrender the strange parcel without opening it first. Regardless of who its contents truly belonged to, my eyes would be the first to see it. I removed the twine and then dug a thumb under a fold in the packaging paper before clawing it away to expose a brown tan notebook circa 1900. It was full grain buffalo leather with a crisscross of cord for the spine and a thick hand cut string keeping it sealed shut.
When I undid the string, the pages that had been gripped tight by the leather fanned out gently then returned to their original position, my eyes landing on the front page. It was without a printer’s mark and read in big handwritten type: “THE DIARY AND RECORD OF HENRY H. HELGELAND.”
I knew in that instant the package was in the hands of who it was rightfully sent out for. Not just because I’d recently lost my job as an associate at our city’s art museum but because of a separate, much deeper connection to the diary’s author.
Perhaps it’s in my best interests to turn it over to the National Archives, or the US Arctic Research Commission, or maybe even the U.S. Capitol Visitor Center, but at the risk of seeing it blue-penciled to death, I’ve elected to instead share it here and now.
The world needs to know what happened.
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Henry H. Helgeland — my great grandfather — was a severe looking man with a walrus mustache and a bone to pick with anyone who ever doubted him. He was born in Oakland, California in 1871 and was, by all available accounts relayed to me, well-behaved and well-liked. His father worked a lucrative job in the shipping industry, transporting timber between San Francisco and the Central Valley. Two years into Henry’s life, his mother would contract a fatal case of diphtheria and die shortly thereafter; when he was old enough to understand what had happened, Henry “yearn[ed] fervently for a reunion to mend [his] great anguish and sorrow.”
Near the turn of the 20th century, Henry attended Stanford University’s Department of Mechanical Engineering, where he learned everything from thermodynamics to machine design. But it was a lecture about polar transportation that would ultimately kindle his interest in a separate enterprise: arctic exploration. Indeed, the race to the North Pole was well underway, with naval officers, geologists, and aeronauts around the globe vying for the chance to make history. My great grandfather, like many of his peers, propounded the theory that he, and he alone, would be the first to reach the Great White North.
In 1895, Henry graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree in mechanical engineering and sought to expand the member list of the so called Ascension Society, a student organization he’d assembled to aid engineering graduates with materials science. Many of its constituents had engaged in research projects and experimental setups to hone their craft of mechanical systems, but in time, however, the venture would instead prove a hotspot for investors and philanthropists. Donations averaging up to $5,000 helped fund and promote the fantastic ambitions of my great grandfather. So long as the Ascension Society was gracing him with their support, he’d be the first to reach the North Pole.
In early 1898, armed with enough capital, Henry used the proceeds to purchase the materials required for the balloon.
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A notable circus at the forefront of traveling attractions in the early twentieth century was The Fielding Troupe. With its impressive lineup of talent — from fire eaters and aerialists to equestrians and strongmen — the ensemble drew crowds from nearly every town in western America during its historic run. Its wide reach would ultimately reel in many notable faces, including my great grandfather.
Prior to a performance in Oakland, the Fielding Troupe led a procession through the town around Stanford University, announcing their arrival with a parade of wagons, floats, and animals. The strategy, as it were, was to drum up as much publicity and fanfare as possible. Evidently it worked, as a healthy fraction of the faculty and student body at Stanford made the trip over to Oakland in order to see the troupe in action.
Surrounding their arena with two hundred feet of heavy duty tent canvas, the troupe put on a show for the ages the night Henry was in attendance, with extravagant acrobatics, trained animal performances, and a special appearance from Curtis the Clown. Following a skillful display of juggling and good natured audience ribbing, Curtis’s master stroke was an intricate stunt involving balloons and wire flying. Firstly, he would inflate several multi-colored balloons and tie them off with string, securing them firmly in his grip. They served as a flashy distraction from the piece of flexible metal snaking out from the harness he had concealed under his equally flashy costume. Then, with a whisper of strength, a couple stagehands hoisted the balloon-carrying clown thirty feet into the air to make it appear as though he was levitating by virtue of the balloons alone. A separate performer — a marksman — showed off his sharpshooting skills with a Winchester model rifle and gunned down the balloons, exploding each one as the stagehands loosened their hold on Curtis’s harness until he was eased to the ground.
Henry watched the routine with eager delight. Seeing Curtis the Clown float above a hundred or so onlookers helped stir within him a plan. The ceiling of the Big Top Tent where Curtis had concluded his ascent represented more than the centerpiece of a traveling circus.
“Ascendancy,” Henry muttered to his wife Ruth. “This is how we get to the top of the world.”
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The spherical vessel measured sixty-five feet in diameter, with a capacity of over 200,000 cubic feet. Its construction was overseen by Henry and a couple french engineers who installed in its gondola three berths and ample ballast to keep it stable. The gondola, a carefully constructed assemblage of wicker and chestnut wood, was built as such to bar any interference to the magnetic instruments of the explorers. Keeping it shielded against severe weather conditions was a varnished silk calotte and a vaselined net composed of over four-hundred hemp cords. A bamboo pole was attached bellow the carrying ring to attach the side sails and, perhaps most notably, the balloon was fitted with hemp and cocoa nut fiber guide ropes to help steer and maintain a consistent altitude.
After two years of exhaustive construction, work on the balloon was completed in 1900. Henry named it Ascension, after the society that funded its creation.
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What follows are several selected passages lifted directly from Henry’s memorandum, transcribed by me. The first entry reads:
“At nine o'clock on the forenoon, May 5, 1900, under the auspices of the Ascension Society, we embarked from the 71st parallel on our quest of the Pole. Our great journey sets off from Point Barrow, Alaska following a grueling adventure aboard the steamer Sursum. I, Henry Helgeland, travel forth, accompanied by Charles Ringvold, esteemed navigator, and Edward Meyer, long celebrated physician, into the arctic wilderness. Together, our efforts will generate a most formidable team and an unwavering spirit. We will ascend.”
Indeed, the SS Sursum disembarked from a port in San Francisco in mid May of that year; it offered easy access to the Pacific Ocean and sailed through the Bering Strait, covering over 3,000 nautical miles before reaching Point Barrow on July 2.
When the balloon took off, carried by a fierce north east wind, it was to a thunderous applause from those that had come to bear witness to the bold endeavor. Among them were crew members of the SS Sursum, high ranking associates of the Ascension Society, and carpenters tasked with helping the balloon reach its initial phase of liftoff.
As it elevated to 300 hundred feet and passed around an onlooking whaler, Henry was reported to have shouted: “To the top of the world, hurrah!”
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36 hours would elapse before a second entry was made.
“July 4, 1900, Lat. 77° 48' N, Long. 143° 4' W. We are soaring at a height of 600 feet above the Earth's surface, traveling at a speed of approximately seven kilometers per hour. Our morale remains similarly aloft. Charles relayed to me that, God willing, we anticipate reaching the pole in roughly 800 miles. Beyond the drag ropes lending their ballast to our journey, optimism is our guiding force. We will ascend.”
Turbulent air currents had a different plan in mind, however.
“July 5, 1900, Lat. 80° 8' N, Long. 138° 37' W. Alas! Our aerial journey came to an abrupt halt yestereve on the 80th parallel. We voyaged as many as 500 miles before a forceful downdraft spun our vehicle on its vertical axle and compelled it into a sharp descent; we had lost what we estimate to be just over 100 cubic feet of gas.
“Edward suffered severe injuries during the initial impact and claims his vertebrae have been shattered, leaving him immobile. We’re at the mercy of the floe on which we now rest, at the mercy of the Polar Sea. Should we face the specter of death, we shall meet it with unwavering honor. We will ascend.”
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“July 6, 1900. We find ourselves solitary in the barren expanse, accompanied only by bergs, ice-fields, and majestic glaciers. Our rations encompass a container’s worth of hardtack, enough salted beef for approximately one week, canned stew, dried apricots, some chocolate bars, and seven bottles of ale.
“Edward’s outlook remains grim; he suspects he’ll never walk again. In witness of his current state, I’m beginning to share in such apprehensions. Edward, whom we have reposed on on of our sledges, fears that the opportunity to make known the great love he holds for his mistress Rebecca is one he’ll never be granted. ‘You shall be reunited at once,’ I assured him. ‘Our journey to triumph will not be thwarted by minor inconveniences.’
“We’ve plotted the course to our next destination: that being Herschel Island, located off the coast of Canada in the Beaufort Sea. Charles — who shares in Edward’s dismay — estimates a three month footslog spanning just under one thousand miles is in store for us, perhaps more given Edward’s ailment. I am determined to see this mission to its completion, yet survival remains a paramount desire. Who’s to recount our extraordinary journey should we fail?
“While establishing our encampment and scouting the local flora of the area for additional sources of sustenance, I happened upon a plant of an unknown species. Half a meter tall, bulbous tubers, and thin roots terminating in clusters of white flowers; intuition suggests this is a water hemlock, which precludes it from edibility. Nevertheless, I shall regard this finding as one of great fortune. A portent of divine value. We will ascend.”
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Two days later, gold prospectors off the Alaskan coast at Nome beach were in the process of emptying their sluice boxes when from the sky flew a carrier pigeon directly to their mining site. It bore a label with the inscription “Helgeland” and contained the following dispatch:
“July 7, 1900. First dog watch. Three southerly traveling carrier-pigeons were sent off at approximately 7 h. 40 p.m. Pacific Standard Time, the following among them. This is Rear Admiral Charles Ringvold of the United States Navy and the Helgeland Balloon Expedition of 1900. Our hopes of reaching the pole have been reduced to naught. Assistance urgently needed. Our destinies have hitherto been unknown, and now my fears have been actualized. GO IN TERROR OF HENRY HELGELAND. He is not who he proclaims to be. I volunteered for a man of honorable stature and venturesome drive. The man before me betrays neither.”
The remainder of the message was a hasty scrawl, decrypted only by the best in linguistics and modern codebreaking.
“UNASSISTED WE WILL PERISH HELPED WE WILL PERSEVERE PLEASE GOD HELP US HENRY WILL KILL US ALL DO NOT BELIEVE WHAT HE PROCLAIMS.”
The communication was immediately passed off to the Smithsonian Institution, where word fell within the earshot of Ascension Society proponents and additional members of the US Navy. A follow-up expedition — a rescue team led by Captain S. P. Matthews — was put together at once with the authorization of the Secretary of War.
Months later, after a congressional bill introduced to secure grant funding for arctic exploration — and thereby a rescue mission for Helgeland’s lost expedition — was successfully passed, the USS Greenwich departed from the San Francisco Naval Shipyard with a crew of thirty boatswains, medics, and deck officers among others.
What they would ultimately uncover puzzled them all.
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“July 7, 1900. The team has fractured. We are without our provisions and without the morale that has served us thusly.
“Charles and I set upon the pursuit and capture of a walrus, a most strenuous task in the Arctic Circle. Furnished with a Winchester model .40-82, the sport skews in our favor but we are in no short supply of peril. These are one ton beasts with the strength of a hundred strongmen as they stave the ice, and yet it is not them I should have feared.
“’I can’t allow you to proceed further.’ I heard the click clack racket of the Winchester as Charles chambered a round and raised the rifle, training its twenty inch barrel toward my back after I had volunteered — quite ignorantly — to take the vanguard.
“’Charles?’ I managed between clattering teeth.
“’You’re a man of bold stature. An honorable man at that. But not honorable enough to die for. And that’s it, Henry. I will not die for you.’
“’You speak out of distress, not rationality.’
“’I’m as rational as one permits when I say we won’t all make it to Canada. You can’t expect us to sledge Edward for the next month and retain our strength. Our sanities.” I could hear him gulp, ‘our lives.’
“’You’re not who you say you are.’ I realized in that moment. ‘Not even an ensign would renounce his own crew. Who are you really, Charles?’
“His credentials were a farce; a clever scheme to scrape through the expedition’s vetting process. He was no navy-man nor expert nor navigator and if you piled his life’s accomplishments on top of one another, they’d be equal to that of a cretin.
“’Doesn’t matter any more, Henry.’
“’Then why haven’t you shot me?’
“I sensed beyond his terror a hint of reluctance and felt within him the trepidation of an amateur. The man had never wielded a firearm in his life and wouldn’t start hence.
“’In Your infinite mercy, hear my prayer. In Your boundless grace, grant me Your forgiveness,’ he muttered below his breath. I could’ve believed he’d have squeezed the trigger if not for the unexpected convulsion that suddenly brought him to his knees. Befallen by the strange attack, Charles unhanded the Winchester and collapsed to the ice in the midst of a crippling seizure. And in a matter of moments, he had succumbed to death.
“With some activated charcoal or perhaps an emetic, he could have eluded such a painful demise. I stepped over to look upon his body, his pupils dilated to the size of dimes. Reviewing the immediate symptoms, intuition tells me he’s become the latest victim of hemlock poisoning, the kind of amateur mistake I’d expect from someone such as Charles. Ideal timing, if I may speak candidly.
“Hope remains alive. I will ascend.”
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Investigators with the crew of S. P. Matthews found everything except answers.
It took them all of three months to zero in on the campsite left behind by Helgeland’s expedition. Any prospect of finding the balloon itself was dropped by the wayside to preserve manpower and time.
The camp was discovered on the 79th parallel, not in any particular state of disarray but with enough evidence to suggest conflict had broken out between the members. Edward was discovered in a tent with the rest of the rations and a bullet hole stamped in the side of his head. There was no telling how long he’d been dead for.
Forty-five meters away from the camp, buried under a stalagmitic gathering of ice and snow, was the body of Charles Ringvold. A followup inquiry would prove my great grandfather’s claims that he was a fraud, but like Charles himself, the truth is buried deep under the surface. Edward and Charles are commemorated for their failed — albeit honorable — efforts in the face of great opposition.
The body of my great grandfather, however, was never found. Theories thus abound in the saga of Henry H. Helgeland and we are no more the wiser now than we were a century ago. He is remembered for murdering his men in cold blood, deserting them, and then yielding to the elements somewhere in the frozen hell of the arctic. The carrier-pigeon message sent by Charles corroborated the apparent facts.
But I know the truth. Because only I have the answers.
“July 8, 1900. All that remains is me, for everyone else has vanished. Edward and I regaled each other with stories of our mistresses as night fell upon our place in the arctic wasteland. Rebecca, Edward’s beloved, works as an expert seamstress in San Francisco and will no doubt be devastated when news of his fate reaches her. But the great memories they shared together, I assured him, will serve her well in the years to come.
“‘You shall be reunited at once,’ I whispered to him once more before executing the dying man with the Winchester. It is my turn to face whatever awaits me on the ice.
“My great anguish and sorrow have been mended.
“Ruth is calling to me now. Our son promptly requires our presence.
“I shall go to them."
The fruitless search for my great grandfather peaked at last with the unearthing of a path of footprints snaking away from the tent where Edward’s body lay. Investigators followed them for approximately ten meters before they abruptly ceased. Captain Matthews is quoted as saying: “it was as though the walker had simply floated away.”
And indeed, it was our family that won in the end, for my great grandfather received exactly what he wanted. The final, undated entry of his diary is comprised of but three simple words:
“I have ascended.”

The 2023 Miami Heat now have the record for most wins in the playoffs by any 8 seed (13) passing the 1999 Knicks.
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Most wins by an 8-seed in a single postseason:
13 — Miami Heat (2023)
12 — New York Knicks (1999)
7 — Philadelphia 76ers (2012)
7 — Memphis Grizzlies (2011)
6 — Denver Nuggets (1994)

The Hawks are 1-0 vs the Heat in the play-in. All other teams either have a losing record or a tied record against the Miami Heat in the post season.
Is there an argument for the Hawks being the best team this post season?

Denver is also just 36-39 in that same time span when Jokic records 6 or less assists.
Jokic's playmaking is far more valuable to Denver's success than his scoring. Definitely something that Miami can exploit moving forward.

Hey everyone, I wanted to share a seriously messed up incident I witnessed on the light rail last night. Picture this: it's a Saturday, and there are a few people in my cabin. Out of the blue, this guy in the back starts coughing like crazy, claiming he's covering his mouth (even though he totally wasn't). And as if that wasn't gross enough, he starts spitting around his seat.
But wait, it gets worse. This guy goes on a full-blown racist tirade that lasted a solid half hour, no less. I couldn't tell who he was aiming his hate at, but it was all about Mexicans. It could be me because I was one of the people onboard that could pass as Mexican (spoiler alert: I'm not). This lunatic had the audacity to yell about people not speaking "American" while claiming they were legal. He called Mexicans the "rear end of the cow", stupid, hypocrites for not joining the military, and a lot of other garbage. The worst of it? He said we shouldn't give a damn if they die, and we should "911 them." No one on the train, including me, had the guts to say anything. I didn't make eye contact because I didn't want to set him off or give him the satisfaction of being acknowledged. I mentally prepared myself to step in if he got violent. Thankfully, all he did was throw a can near his seat (not hitting anyone).
After what felt like an eternity of this unsettling rant, the jerk finally stood up, glanced at all of us, and mumbled something about how we're all pathetic before storming off.
I'm just relieved he didn't lay a finger on anyone or spit in their faces. One of the reasons I held back was because this guy looked repulsive, and the last thing I wanted was to have to touch or restrain him.
If any of you have encountered this piece of work before, here's what he looked like: a black guy, medium height, skinny, wearing sunglasses, and looking somewhere between 40 and 60 years old. He got off at either Capitol Hill or the University of Washington stop.
Stay alert and keep yourselves safe when riding public transport, everyone.
I don't know what the best thing would have been for me to do in this situation, I regret not recording it.

Welcome back to another Pick'Em thread!
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Don't forget: picks must be submitted during the twelve-hour window before Noon EDT on game day, you can only make one selection per day, and missed days count as losses, so choose wisely and don't delay!
Games for Monday, 06/05/2023:

Matchup and Team Records	Probable Pitchers (Season ERA)	Estimated Win Probability
Tampa Bay Rays (42-19) @ Boston Red Sox (30-29)	Shane McClanahan (2.07) / Brayan Bello (3.89)	53% / 47%
Detroit Tigers (26-31) @ Philadelphia Phillies (27-32)	Joey Wentz (7.28) / Aaron Nola (4.70)	37% / 63%
Kansas City Royals (18-41) @ Miami Marlins (32-28)	Carlos Hernandez (4.76) / Braxton Garrett (4.22)	38% / 62%
Oakland Athletics (12-49) @ Pittsburgh Pirates (31-27)	JP Sears (4.37) / Johan Oviedo (4.50)	35% / 65%
Houston Astros (35-24) @ Toronto Blue Jays (33-27)	Brandon Bielak (3.19) / Alek Manoah (5.46)	48% / 52%
Milwaukee Brewers (32-27) @ Cincinnati Reds (26-33)	Julio Teheran (0.82) / Andrew Abbott (-)	55% / 45%
St. Louis Cardinals (25-35) @ Texas Rangers (38-20)	Adam Wainwright (6.15) / Martin Perez (4.43)	42% / 58%
Chicago Cubs (26-32) @ San Diego Padres (27-32)	Kyle Hendricks (3.86) / Blake Snell (4.50)	40% / 60%

1. All columns are Away / Home. Records are typically current as-of the time of posting, and do not always contain the matchup results from the day of posting.
2. A bolded matchup means that there is a "Probability of Precipitation" greater than 50% in a non-domed stadium at the time of this post.
3. An italicized matchup means that it is Game 2 of a doubleheader, which for Pick'Em purposes will not be applicable (only Game 1 is counted, but Game 2 is still included above so that you can be aware that pitching management may be different than a non-doubleheader game day).
4. Probable pitchers and stats sourced from mlb.com (via the MLB-StatsAPI); weather data soured from the OpenWeather One Call API.
5. Estimated chance of winning percentages sourced from FiveThirtyEight’s 2023 MLB Game Predictions, an ELO-based, easy to understand ratings system.

Details such as probable pitchers, winning odds, and match certainty are subject to change. Note that a pick for a team in a cancelled game (weather or otherwise) is automatically counted as a correct guess.
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I live in a county where arrest records and mugshots are the talk of the town lol everyone knows about our mugshot site haha. Does guilford county have anything like that? I’m confused on how to use their website, if someone can point me in the right direction!

The economy is strong but voters aren't feeling it. That's a problem for Biden
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President Biden's first year in the White House has ushered in record job gains, unprecedented wage gains for low-income workers and GDP growth not seen in decades.#democracy
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But polls show Americans remain deeply cynical about how the president is handling the economy — and that's a problem for Biden and Democratic lawmakers heading into November's midterm elections.
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The president and his advisers routinely tout statistics that show how the economy is surging by most traditional economic metrics, seemingly mystified about why the American public isn't giving Democrats more credit for this boom.
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Last week, as the president delivered remarks on the January jobs report, he highlighted that in his first year in office, the economy created 6.6 million jobs.
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"If you can't remember another year when so many people went to work in this country, there's a reason: It never happened," Biden said, telling reporters to look at economic statistics dating back 40 years to President Ronald Reagan. "History has been made here," he said.
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But there's piece of economic data reaching levels not seen in 40 years: inflation. And that's an issue that Biden and his White House have struggled to address.
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On Thursday, new data showed consumer prices are up 7.5% from where they were a year ago. Inflation is at its highest point since 1982 as the cost for food, electricity and shelter soar.
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Biden didn't focus on inflation during his Virginia trip — despite the new data
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Shortly after the inflation data was released, Biden traveled to the Virginia district of Democratic Rep. Abigail Spanberger. She was first elected in 2018 in a former Republican stronghold by a narrow margin, and Republicans are working hard to flip the district in November.
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Democrats like Spanberger in vulnerable districts have urged the White House to spend less time on its proposal for massive spending on the social safety net and more time on inflation and other economic issues.
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While Biden briefly acknowledged that food and gas prices are up, he kept his focus on his plan, known as Build Back Better — arguing that it would lower costs for things like prescription drugs and childcare.
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"You want to lower the cost of living for people — lower them in these areas," Biden said about his plan.
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The plan has passed the House of Representatives, but seems all but dead in the Senate, where Democratic Senator Joe Manchin has said he opposes new government spending, given inflation.
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Inflation is surging, and that's hitting voters where it hurts
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Despite the many positive economic data points seen this year, economists and analysts say that people experience inflation on a visceral level — and that gives it outsized influence.
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"Inflation is something people feel in a different way than they do other economic indicators," said Jack Lew, who was Treasury secretary during the Obama administration. "The price of gas is reflected every time you get a tank of gas."
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Larry Summers, director of the National Economic Council under President Barack Obama, has been sounding the alarm on inflation for months.
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"More unemployment is the difference between a job and not a job for 2 or 3% of the population. More inflation is higher prices for 100% of the population," Summers said.
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Inflation makes people unhappy in ways that are disproportionate to the actual concerns that economists have about inflation, he said.
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"People tend to think that ... higher prices are something that's being stolen from them," Summers said.
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In other words, people feel ripped off by inflation.