"Arrr, matey! The dairy farms o’ America be lost to the briny deep, like me last rum supply!"
2024-09-21
Arrr, matey! The dairy farms of the US be sinkin’ like a ship with a hole, droppin’ 95 percent since the 70s! Blame it on them milk price rules, aye! No wonder the cows be mooin' in despair, lookin’ for treasure instead of pasture!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn 'bout the sad plight o' the dairy farms in the good ol' U.S. of A! Aye, since the grog-soaked days o' the 1970s, these milkin' establishments have been vanishin' faster than a treasure map in a storm, droppin' a staggering 95 percent! Blimey!Now, ye might be wonderin', "What be causin' such a calamity?" Well, me hearties, it be the cursed milk price rules that be sinkin' these dairy ships! Aye, the price of milk be swingin' like a sailor at a rum party, makin’ it harder fer our dairy folk to keep their heads above water. With prices takin' a nosedive, many a brave farmer hath abandoned ship, leavin' naught but empty barns and forlorn cows mooing for their lost mates.
So, picture this, if ye will: once-thrivin' farms now turned into ghostly pastures, where the only thing left to milk be the memories of the good ole days. With cows givin’ sad moos in the wind, it’s a real barnyard tragedy! If only the milk price rules would shape up, we might yet see a mighty resurgence o' dairy dreams across the seas of America. Yarrr!