Imagine a grand orchestra of world leaders – violins from sweden, flutes from Germany, trumpets from Italy. Everyone is playing the same tune: “Tariffs are a mistake, Mr. Trump!” The hall echoes with harmony.

And then, enter donald trump with a giant bass drum. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! He beats his own rhythm: “50% tariffs! Make America rich again!” The orchestra stops. The audience looks confused. Italy’s Meloni shakes her head: “This guy is playing the wrong sheet.” Germany’s chancellor sighs: “He’s too loud.” sweden mutters: “We were trying to play a symphony, not a circus march.”

Trump doesn’t care. He’s sweating, shouting, hammering the drum louder. Meanwhile, American shoppers in the balcony whisper: “We loved those affordable indian goods… where did they go?” The poor and middle-class boo because their shopping carts are half-empty.

But the funny part? Every time trump bangs the drum, Wall Street dancers trip and fall. The bond traders in the corner suddenly stand up, dust themselves off, and say: “Well, at least people will buy us now.”

The orchestra tries one last time to bring trump back into tune. But he just keeps banging. And the orchestra? They pack up, walk out, and leave trump alone with his drum in an empty hall.

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