And by “real Americans,” I don’t mean farmers. However thoroughly those poor sods are getting their asses kicked right now, they’re barely 1% of the population. Coal miners? 50,000? Not even the population of Bowling Green. Steel mill workers? 85-90K, maybe.
As admirable as such noble occupations from an earlier, manlier age may be, most of us in this country don’t pursue them. Most of us stand or sit around, pushing sticks with tools on one end or looking at screens on machines.
And even that’s exhausting. One thing all can agree, whatever color the collar: it’s damn fine to get home and plop your ass in your favorite chair, pop open a cold one, maybe hit the vape and see what’s on the tube.
Well, tough luck for us regular guys and gals, because Trump’s tariffs are making it more expensive to simply sit on your ass and chill out.
That’s right, fellow potatoes, everything required for serious caving, from the TV to the beer to the vape gear to the couch that cradles your precious bum, are now all going to cost more thanks solely and entirely to the whims of one Donald J. Trump.
Speaking as a real American for real Americans,
Thanks, asshole.