So I see that Rand Paul…right-wing poster-boy and Ayn Rand’s most fervent disciple…has come out and said that Trump’s tariffs are harmful and dangerous. He opposes them, in short, even though he worked like a champ to get Donald himself back into office.
Oh, the sweet irony of it all. This is a man who genuinely believes that Atlas is going to Shrug at some point in the near future. This is the man who thought Trump was going to be a great Libertarian hero. This is the man who wanted to prosecute Doctor Fauci for the heinous crime of trying to protect people from Covid rather than letting the ignorant masses die in the name of a smoothly functioning economy.
Yet, here he is…facing the consequences of his actions, and realizing that the Orange One stands for Free Enterprise only so long as it means he, himself, is Free to loot governmental coffers and pick the public’s pocket.
It must be hard on the poor chap. Like being five and finding out that the bearded guy down at the corner isn’t Santa Claus, but rather just a stinking drunk who has a regular weekly appointment with that syphilitic hooker who does business behind the dumpster in the alley around the block.
You almost feel sorry for Congressman Paul.
Almost. Not quite. But almost.
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