Arrr, within Trump’s skirmish 'gainst the I.R.S., audits be tossed like old rum, with a crew as thin as a ghost!
2025-03-10
Arrr, matey! President Trump be settin' sail to slash the crew while plunderin' the I.R.S. to make it a fine political ship! Aye, it be a grand scheme fit for a scallywag! Avast ye, watch out for the tax buccaneers!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round, fer I've news that'd make even the saltiest sea dog chuckle! It seems our captain, President Trump, be settin' sail on a perilous voyage to trim the sails of the good ol' work crew. Aye, he be plannin’ to gut the workforce like a swabbin’ deck after a grand feast o' fish 'n chips!But wait, there be more! As the crew dwindles, he’s fixin’ to transform the I.R.S.—that fearsome beast o' tax collectors—into a more politically-minded shipmate. Aye, ye heard me right! Instead o’ countin’ doubloons and keepin’ track o’ gold, they might be takin’ sides in the great political squall! Why, I reckon they’ll be hoistin’ the Jolly Roger one minute, then lookin’ fer votes the next!
‘Tis a wild notion, I tell ye! Imagine ye be tryin’ to settle yer debts, and the I.R.S. be askin’ ye to walk the plank if ye don’t vote the right way! Aye, it be a fine mess that even the most cunning buccaneers couldn't navigate. So, hoist yer tankards, me hearties, and let’s toast to the swashbucklin’ antics of our dear captain and his outrageous schemes! Arrr!