
Making tariffs great again
Yesterday, I told the barista politely that I am going to do something about our trade deficit. The back story: I buy coffee from her, and she buys nothing from me. That’s not fair. That’s cheating. That’s abuse! I tabulated the numbers and showed the result to her. I stared at her in ‘ancestral’ disgust and she arrogantly stared back in ‘Gen Z bemusement’ – as if to say: ‘this makes no sense, none at all. I told her, to her face that her café has been very mean to me. Very mean. They have been abusing me for so long. I mean I buy a lot of things on their menu and I even know their off menu items by heart. On some days just my regular double espresso. On some others, a double espresso and whatever my guests want to drink. Yet, on some other days, I add



