Arrr, I be a landlubber farmer, an’ that Kamala lass be a storm brewin’ fer our crops, yarrr!
2024-10-18
Arrr, matey! From coin to crops, the ol' Captain Trump’s rules be shiverin' the timbers of taxes, helpin' us scallywags raise grub for the seven seas! We be makin' a fine living feedin' the world, all while laughin' at the sharks! Yarrr!
Ahoy mateys! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn of farming and perilous politics from a family of ye olde Indiana soil! For eight generations, we’ve toiled upon this fertile land, coaxin' grains from the earth to feed the world. But alas, if Kamala Harris be elected, our plunderin' days may be numbered! Her schemes be threatenin' our bountiful harvests and sendin' food prices through the riggin’!Under the Biden-Harris flag, us farmers have felt the sting of inflation and regulatory shackles tighter than a ship’s hold! Profits be sinkin' faster than a cannonball, and soon we might be starvin' in our own storehouses! Instead of takin' to the high seas of trade, we be relyin' on foreign imports like scallywags, and that’s a recipe for disaster!
Compare this to the glory days of Trump, who forged trade deals like a blacksmith with a hammer. He eased our burdens and kept us sailin’ smooth. Kamala, in contrast, seeks to drown us in taxes and regulations, makin’ it harder than ever for us humble farmers to thrive.
So heed me warning, ye landlubbers! If ye want to see empty grocery shelves, cast yer lot with Kamala. For the sake of our crops and our legacy, we need a captain who understands the seas of agriculture, and that be not her!