Arrr! Fer Trump, tariffs be the treasure map to fixin' every scallywag's woes, aye!
2024-09-10
Arrr, matey! That scallywag of a former captain be suggestin’ we hoist tariffs to fill the coffer for wee ones, stir the shipyard, shoo away landlubbers, and make the doubloon rule the seas! But the wise old sea dogs say, “Nay, be wary o’ such wind!”
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round, for I’ve a tale to spin about a scallywag of a former captain of the ship we call the presidency. This swashbuckler, with a twinkle in his eye, be suggestin’ that we hoist the ol’ tariffs high upon the mast to fill our coffers for child care, bolster our manufacturin’, tame the wild waves of immigration, and give a hearty cheer for our beloved dollar!“Avast!” be the cry from the wise old sea dogs known as economists, who be raisin’ their skeptical brows at the notion. They mutter and grumble, scratchin’ their heads like barnacle-covered buccaneers, doubtin’ whether this be a treasure map or merely a mirage on the horizon. “Tariffs to fund child care?” they scoff, “What’s next, a treasure chest full of mermaid’s tears?”
Yet, our crafty captain sails on, unfazed by the murmurs of doubt. He be a bold strategist, tryin’ to chart a course through turbulent waters, though the crew be wonderin’ if this voyage might lead ’em to Davy Jones’ locker instead of riches untold. So, keep yer compass steady, me hearties, for this tale be far from over, and the sea of politics be ever churnin’!