Tariff Is a Beautiful Word—Says the Crown, Before the Tea Crashes In
“Tariff is the most beautiful word in the dictionary,” says the crown, clutching the ROYAL LEDGER of TARIFFS & TAXES like it’s a sacred hobby—and then the Boston Tea Party has entered the chat like, “Cool diary. Who’s paying, Your Majesty?”
Because freedom math doesn’t care how fancy the font is: you can call it TAXATION IS CIVILIZATION all you want, but a bill is a bill, and it always rolls uphill. The crowd wants a straight answer, not a coronation ceremony—so when the tea-fueled heckler walks in, it’s not chaos, it’s arithmetic with a pulse. I smell the bureaucrat barnacles, and they’re still attached to the same old checkout line.