Arrr, most landlubbers o’ America can't scrape together doubloons for a humble abode, savvy?!
2024-08-30
Arrr, matey! Most landlubbers 'round these parts can’t even lay claim to a humble shack! With prices shootin’ higher than a crow’s nest during a storm and treasure chests emptyin’ faster than a ship in a squall, it’s a right pickle for us sea dogs! Blame it on those shiny coins from the government!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I regale ye with a tale of woe from the lands o' America, where the price o' a humble abode be as steep as the crow's nest! In these recent years, the scallywags have found themselves in a right pickle, for the cost o' houses be climbin’ higher than a ship's mast! What started as a mad rush fer shelter during that cursed plague, known as Covid-19, when gold flowed like grog from the government’s bounty, hath turned into a stormy sea o' despair.The good folk, desperate for a roof over their heads, be findin’ that what was once a sturdy ship now be but a leaky hull, as mortgage rates have soared to heights that’d make a parrot squawk! The wise ones at the Federal Reserve, tryin' to tame the beast called inflation, have raised them rates like a pirate hoistin' the Jolly Roger, makin’ it nigh impossible for the average Joe to secure a safe harbor.
Alas, me mateys, ‘tis a tragic jest that many a sailor can no longer afford a decent ship to call their own, as the treasure chest be runnin’ low. So raise yer tankards for those poor souls, and mayhaps keep yer eyes peeled fer a hidden cove where the prices be fairer! Arrr!