"Arrr, matey! Trump be savvy fer wantin' to toss the debt ceiling overboard—let's spend like drunken sailors!"
2025-04-01
Arrr, me hearties! Captain Trump be spot on! Let’s toss that debt limit overboard! The Congressional Treasure Map be sayin’ we’ll be flat broke come summer’s end unless Congress raises the gold we can plunder! Raise the sails and let the riches flow, I say!
Arrr mateys! Gather 'round, ye scallywags, for I be havin’ a tale most curious. President Trump, that crafty captain, be sayin’ we should hurl the debt limit overboard like a sack o’ rotten potatoes! Aye, 'tis true, the Congressional Budget Office be shoutin’ from the crow’s nest that our fair ship, the US government, be settin' sail toward a treacherous sea of empty coffers come July or August, unless the landlubbers in Congress raise the debt limit.Now, what be this debt limit, ye ask? ‘Tis naught but a ceiling on what our jolly ol' Uncle Sam can borrow, like a pirate bein’ told he can only plunder so much gold from the treacherous seas! If we be keepin’ it, we be riskin’ our treasure maps and ship’s provisions, lettin’ the ship sink faster than a cannonball in the briny deep.