Trump and the TACO That Ate His Tough Guy Act

By Just Another Friendly Occupier, in the spirit of Mike Royko

So now we’ve got TACO. No, not the kind you get at 2 a.m. after six Old Styles and a bad decision. This one’s an acronym, cooked up by some Wall Street types who’ve been watching Donald Trump threaten tariffs like a drunk at a dive bar threatening to fight the jukebox. It stands for “Trump Always Chickens Out.”

And boy, does it fit.

See, the game is simple. Trump stomps around yelling about tariffs — on China, Mexico, Mars, doesn’t matter. Stocks panic. Markets dip like a jalapeño in sour cream. Then, right on cue, he backs off faster than a kid caught sneaking a smoke behind the high school. Every. Damn. Time.

The traders caught on. They call it the “TACO trade” — wait for the tantrum, buy the dip, ride the rebound when he inevitably caves. It’s become such a predictable dance, you’d think it came with a mariachi band.

Of course, Trump doesn’t like this. The guy who spent years branding other people as losers now finds himself labeled by people with actual money on the line. And let’s be honest, nothing gets under his spray-tanned skin faster than being laughed at — especially by people who use big words like “derivatives” and “credibility.”

Meanwhile, social media is doing what it does best: roasting him like a carnitas platter. AI images of Trump in a sombrero, chickens on his head, the whole enchilada. Even Jimmy Kimmel got in on the act. Trump fumed, naturally, because satire isn’t fair unless he’s the one dishing it out.

But here’s the kicker. Nobody on the MAGA side is reading this. They don’t want tacos unless they come from a drive-thru or with a side of xenophobia. They sure don’t want to hear that their strongman folds faster than a cheap lawn chair in a Chicago wind.

So yeah, TACO is funny. But it’s also a reminder: the tough talk, the bluster, the “art of the deal” — it’s all seasoning on a hollow shell.

The only thing Trump’s actually good at delivering is lunch for the punchline.

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By Cliff Potts, WPS.News, in the spirit of Mike Royko

So now we’ve got TACO. No, not the kind you get at 2 a.m. after six Old Styles and a bad decision. This one’s an acronym, cooked up by some Wall Street types who’ve been watching Donald Trump threaten tariffs like a drunk at a dive bar threatening to fight the jukebox. It stands for “Trump Always Chickens Out.”

And boy, does it fit.

See, the game is simple. Trump stomps around yelling about tariffs — on China, Mexico, Mars, doesn’t matter. Stocks panic. Markets dip like a jalapeño in sour cream. Then, right on cue, he backs off faster than a kid caught sneaking a smoke behind the high school. Every. Damn. Time.

The traders caught on. They call it the “TACO trade” — wait for the tantrum, buy the dip, ride the rebound when he inevitably caves. It’s become such a predictable dance, you’d think it came with a mariachi band.

Of course, Trump doesn’t like this. The guy who spent years branding other people as losers now finds himself labeled by people with actual money on the line. And let’s be honest, nothing gets under his spray-tanned skin faster than being laughed at — especially by people who use big words like “derivatives” and “credibility.”

Meanwhile, social media is doing what it does best: roasting him like a carnitas platter. AI images of Trump in a sombrero, chickens on his head, the whole enchilada. Even Jimmy Kimmel got in on the act. Trump fumed, naturally, because satire isn’t fair unless he’s the one dishing it out.

But here’s the kicker. Nobody on the MAGA side is reading this. They don’t want tacos unless they come from a drive-thru or with a side of xenophobia. They sure don’t want to hear that their strongman folds faster than a cheap lawn chair in a Chicago wind.

So yeah, TACO is funny. But it’s also a reminder: the tough talk, the bluster, the “art of the deal” — it’s all seasoning on a hollow shell.

The only thing Trump’s actually good at delivering is lunch for the punchline.