The Times and Rhymes

All along the American towers in these tariff-tangled hours from the yawky-talky Big Apple Times, All the News gets print in lines: Out beneath the prairie stars tariffs put the hurt on Tony’s used cars.

Tariffs inflate cost of parts a lot out in Oklahoma used car lot the hardest time in 25 years of fixin’ engines and their gears cuz Tony’s used-car dealership is suffering trumpy tariff hardship with inventory getting low as tariffs rise and engines blow, while MAGAs come and rule of Law doth go driveling out the moxy Foxy show. Now along comes the Times today: with Timesly report on trumpy tariffs’ play As the reporter lays out his Times’y drama: update version of old Okie trauma as parts break down and engines blow; still cars must come while drivers go cuz in the great wide Western prairie wheels that roll do make life merry Yeah, trucks and tractors must go to seed and feed the American show. As folks with credit bad and savings small struggle to keep that car on the road at all Meanwhile back in GOPpy wonder tariffs cast auto/truck parts asunder. “My life falls apart if I can’t drive!” Trucks must roll so crops arrive. “We’ll get you rolling as fast as we can” said Tony to the Okie man. It’s the great American story of capital gains trumping glory just for show dont’cha know. Expect “some pain” before tariff gains trump had said to sooth the tariff pains. Meanwhile back at the ranch: there’s fallout from the maga tranche, as tariffs reign and supply chains break rich get rich with all they can take. But a business with no margin for options, now takes ole junkers as adoptions. In an update version of old ’30’s tales, Okie driver comes in Austin’s auto sales. “My life falls apart if I can’t drive.” It’s the American way, as we survive. Now I don’t know but I been told highways in Oklahoma littered with old truck parts, y’all. That’s the margin call I guess. What a mess! Meanwhile back at the MAGA ranch traders mount for another tranche while reporters write in Big Apple Times and little FOXes steal the vines. Glass half-Full