US trade war leadership is the kind of thing that makes me stand in the middle of Target holding a $35 throw pillow and genuinely wonder who the hell is winning here.
I’m writing this from my living room in central North Carolina—ceiling fan clicking like it’s got one screw loose, window open because it’s that weird February warm spell where it’s 72° and humid already, dog snoring on the rug that’s shedding worse than usual. My phone keeps buzzing with notifications about stock dips and tariff headlines and I just… sigh. Loudly. The kind of sigh that makes the dog lift his head and judge me.
I used to think trade wars were abstract. Like, politicians...
Okay, trade war economy stuff is hitting different this year, seriously. I'm sitting here in my cramped home office in suburban Ohio—it's February, snow's melting into mud outside the window, coffee's gone cold, and I'm scrolling job sites while the heater clicks on and off like it's got commitment issues. Like, I thought tariffs were supposed to bring jobs back, protect American workers, right? But man, from where I'm sitting, the trade war economy is more like a chaotic family reunion where some cousins leave loaded and others are stuck paying the bar tab.
My Messy Take on the Trade War Economy Right Now
Look, I've been following this since the first round years ago, but 2026...
Okay look, this trade clash inflation thing? It’s not some headline I scroll past anymore. It’s literally following me around the damn grocery store...