"Arrr, Trump be scuttlin’ the ship o’ minority trades, makin’ it tougher fer landlubbers to find work, savvy?"
2025-04-01
Avast, me hearties! The scallywags be sayin’ that plunderin’ the agency might sink the ships of our mateys with small businesses, already battlin’ the storms of coin troubles. Aye, 'tis a rough sea for them poor souls tryin’ to hoist their sails!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round, fer I’ve a tale to spin that be ruffling the feathers of many a scallywag in the realm o’ business! Yonder agency, once a beacon of hope fer those fine folk of color, be sufferin' a most grievous gutting! Aye, the supporters be up in arms, claimin’ this here debacle be akin to takin’ the rum from a sailor—ye just don’t do it!Now, these brave souls be shoutin’ from the crow’s nest that this dastardly deed be threatenin’ the very lifeblood of minority-owned ventures. Aye, they already be swimmin' against the current, wrestlin’ with more obstacles than a barnacle on a ship’s hull when it comes to snaggin’ some shiny doubloons! Without the agency’s fair wind at their backs, they be set adrift in a sea of trouble, matey!
So, what say ye, ye landlubbers? Shall we let the winds of bureaucracy blow the sails o’ opportunity away fer those fine captains o’ commerce? Or shall we hoist the flags of fairness and ensure that all ships—not just the grand galleons—are given a fair chance to sail the treacherous waters of trade? Aye, it be a riddle wrapped in an enigma, but one thing be certain: this be a storm worth weatherin’!