The tax-reduction bill has passed.
People are no longer forced to pay for Obamacare or pay a fine. Hospitals have closed. Doctors are asking a million dollars per hour for their services.
I’ve secured a supply of leeches and bird masks against the inevitable onset of the black plague.
Public transportation has closed all over town for lack of funds.
Heed the piteous cries of the poor screaming that as the tax bill was passed all food disappeared from their pantry.
I’d look up recipes on how to cook my neighbors, but I can’t be sure they’re organic and disease free.