Tariffs and cunnilingus, this is what got us here.

80 years in da American sphere of influence. I wanted soft power, but I compromised. I tied myself to their economy instead.

I wanted an EU army. But I compromised. I converted some farmland into US outposts. You see where I’m goin’?

That disloyal piece of shit Britain’s colony- I can’t even say its name- taxed our imports. And what did I do about it? My weakness.

Sometimes I think it’s in my Charter for Fundamental Rights. My economy took shit from the ‘merigans the minute WWII ended.

Come on, the fuck you talking about?

The chicken tax. That’s MY fuckin’ legacy.

…No more, Vovka. No more’a dis.

The tariffs, whatever happened there…

frankly i’m depressed and ashamed