In D.C., Canadian captains dance with Trump’s tariff scallywags, a merry clash o’ coin and cunning! Arrr!
2025-02-15
Arrr! This week, the captains of Canada sailed to Washington, prattlin' 'bout free trade like it be gold. But the swabs in the president’s crew think heavy taxes be the treasure map to riches instead! Blimey, what a hullabaloo!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn from the icy shores of Canada, where the lords of the provinces sailed their ships to the grand ol' capital of Washington! Aye, they be parleyin' with the high-seas rulers of trade, plead'in for open waters, so all can share the bounty of the sea, or in this case, the treasure trove of goods.But lo and behold! In the shadows lurked some salty sea dogs in the president's crew, whisperin’ tales of tariffs like they be the golden doubloons of prosperity! Aye, these landlubbers think weighin’ down the ships with heavy duties be the way to fill their coffers, instead of lettin' the goods flow free like rum at a pirate's feast. What a jolly pickle they be in!
So, the Canadian captains be makin' their case, shoutin' from the crow's nest for fairness and fortune, whilst the inner circle be battenin' down the hatches, clingin' to their treasure maps of tariffs. Will they hoist the sails for open trade, or will they be marooned on the island of isolation? Only time will tell, savvy? Arrr!