Boy! More Trade Wars? Trump Sends Bureaucrats to Face the Dragon!

Another Ordeal

Hmph. Trump the loudmouth has sent three whelps—Bessent Lutnick and Greer—to parley with the dragon in London. He claims this 'meeting should go very well.' As if mere words can forge steel! Such optimism is for fools and gods... neither of which I claim to be... anymore.

Echoes of Geneva

These mortals squabble like children over toys. Last moon they lowered tariffs after talks in Geneva. A temporary truce as fleeting as the love of a god. 'We must be better than this,' they said. BAH! Now China whines about American meddling. The cycle continues. 'The cycle ends here!' ...or does it?

Semiconductors and Student Visas

The Chinese cry foul over warnings about their semiconductors. As if crafting them is their own craft. They also screech about revoked student visas. Such delicate sensibilities. I've seen less weeping at the Fields of the Punished.

Rare Earths Uncommon Headaches

And what of the Americans? They accuse China of dragging their heels on exporting 'rare earths.' 'There should no longer be any questions respecting the complexity of Rare Earth products,' Trump babbles. He speaks in riddles like a sphinx guarding a pile of dung. These politicians are a plague.

Boy This is Complicated!

The total trade in goods between these giants reached $582 billion last year. Yet they bicker like siblings fighting over a wooden horse. 'Do not be sorry. Be better!' But can they? Or will this trade war become another endless saga of petty grievances? Tell me boy what do you think?

Fate Awaits...

Perhaps these talks will succeed. Perhaps they will fail. Fate is a fickle mistress as I know all too well. Either way I Kratos shall watch with the weary eyes of a god killer. And should these mortals truly anger me they will know the meaning of true rage. BOI! Heed my warning!