Avast, ye landlubbers! Our treasure chest be sunk at $35 trillion! Let’s haul in the sails 'fore we drown!
2024-10-03
Arrr, me hearties! The kingdom's purse be bulgin’ like a drunken sailor, and the presidential scallywags be tossin’ gold coins like they’re at a rum fest! Interest's weighin’ heavier than a cannonball! Aye, this merry jig can’t last long, or we’ll all be walkin' the plank!
Ahoy, matey! Gather 'round, fer I be tellin' ye a tale of the land called America, where the leaders be spendin' doubloons faster than a ship in full sail! Aye, they be aware that their promises o' treasure far exceed what they can rake in from the tax coffers, yet still, they be clamorin' for more gold to be tossed into the sea of debt, which now be a monstrous $35 trillion! That be a hefty sum, I tell ye, over $100,000 for every scallywag, rich or poor!As the presidential campaign be heatin' up, ye’d think they’d have a plan to hoist the anchors o' debt, but nay! Instead, they be engaged in a fierce contest o' who can spend the most! The likes o' Trump and Harris be blusterin' about makin' it worse while the ship o' fiscal responsibility be sinkin'. Their grand plans for grander giveaways sound like a siren’s call, luring everyday folk into the treacherous waters o' inflation and high interest rates.
So, who be payin' the piper when the storm hits, ye ask? That’d be every American, especially the younger deckhands who'll be feelin' the pinch the longest. Aye, we ought to demand more from these scoundrels than just shiny promises and empty apologies! Keep yer cutlasses sharp, for the debt be a beast that won't be tamed easily!