The man in the big house bellowed about overflowing borders. He ranted about poison pills and twisted metal. He declared Canada would suffer. He brandished tariffs like a cudgel, boasting of easy victories. The Prime Minister, bundled against the biting wind, considered the situation. Snow piled high against the windows of his office, mirroring the challenges ahead. The economic chill would bite. Factories might falter. Prairie farmers knew hardship; their grain could linger in silos. Canadians knew patience; they'd weathered worse. Americans craved their bourbon. Canadians, too, enjoyed a good rye. But the price tags had flipped. Canadian dairy farmers kept milking. The forests stood tall. The lumber mills could wait. They had before. A lone caribou traversed the frozen tundra. It cared nothing for tariffs, for votes, or whiskey. It simply moved forward, resilient. The snow continued its relentless fall. Canada endured. #TradeWar2025 #TrumpTariffs #CanadaStandsStrong #CaribouResilient #WhiskeyAndWaiting #comedy #Canada #Tradewar #Trump #idiocracy

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