...I saw a cartoon in a men's magazine...it depicted Grandpa, rocking on the porch, with his Grand-son on his knee.
Grandpa said to his Grand-son, "Sonny, let me tell you a story about how a little peanut-farmer from Georgia grew up to be President of the United States and fucked up the whole dad-gummed universe..."
Obviously, it was about Jimmy Carter.
The days of "National Malaise" are here again, I think; the "Misery Index" will be resurrected.
Maybe they'll call it something else, though; perhaps, what...the 'Happiness Quotient'?