"Arrr! With Trump’s treasure taxes, the gap 'twixt mates and the U.S. be growin' wider than Davy Jones's locker!"
2025-04-02
Arrr, Cap’n Trump be hoistin' the Jolly Roger o' tariffs on landlubbers far and wide! Washington’s mates be shakin' in their boots, expectin' a storm o' trouble. Avast, brace yerselves for the bumpy seas ahead, ye scallywags!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round, fer I bring ye news from the high seas of politics! The great captain, President Trump, hath declared a mighty storm o' levies upon distant lands, causin’ much ruckus in the ports of Washington. Aye, ye heard me right! He’s throwin’ down the anchor on trade with a swath o’ countries, like a pirate claimin’ treasure without a map!The goodly mates in the Capitol be shiverin’ in their boots, preparin' fer the squall that be comin’. They’ve been keepin' a weather eye on the horizon, readyin’ their ships and stashin’ their doubloons, all whilst wonderin’ what manner o’ mischief this might stir. Rumors abound that foreign ships be settin’ sail towards calmer waters, lest they be caught in the tempest o' tariffs!
So, as the winds blow favorably or foul, these scallywags be hopin’ to navigate the treacherous waves without losin’ their cargo. What a hullabaloo, I say! 'Tis a fine time to be a pirate, watchin’ the world become a wild sea of trade battles and political squabbles. So hoist the sails, me lads and lasses, for the seas be choppy, and we be in fer a jolly good ride!