"Seven landlubbers from the colonies cast their lot on Trump’s mighty tax on imported treasures, arrr!"
2025-04-05
Arrr, matey! The crew be holdin' tight to their doubloons, ponderin' how Captain Trump’s new taxes be shakin’ up their treasure chests! But lo! Some scallywags be sittin' on their arses, watchin’ the storm brew before makin' a move! Aye, patience be the name of this game!
Arrr, mateys! Gather 'round, for I be havin’ a tale 'bout them landlubber voters and their fears o’ President Trump’s dastardly tariffs! Aye, it seems the good folk be stewing in their boots, wonderin’ how these taxes on foreign treasures be affectin’ their daily plunderings. They be wringin' their hands, thinkin' o’ the coin they might lose or the price o’ their grog and grub might soar to the skies!But lo and behold! Some brave souls be standin’ firm, like a ship in a tempest, waitin’ and watchin’ to see how this whole tempestuous affair unfolds. They be likin’ to keep their spyglasses trained on the horizon, hopin’ for fair winds and favorable deals. “Avast!” they say, “Let’s not hoist the sails too soon, for we might just be sailin’ into calmer waters!”
So here they be, those hearty souls, torn between woe and wonder, as they ponder what the future holds. Will their meager gold be plundered by high prices, or will they find fortune in the uncharted seas of commerce? Only time will tell, and until then, they be waitin’ like a cat o' nine tails in a barrel of rum! Har har har!