At the Pump
April 19, 2026
At the Pump
by Joe Six Pack
I never thought I’d be this mad at President Trump, the greatest man in my lifetime, but he’s messing things up for me and, far as I can tell, everyone else but a bunch of fat cats who can afford more than five bucks for a gallon of gas. No way I can. Most people I know can’t, either. We can’t afford two hundred bucks every week for a grocery cart of food. We can’t afford decent medical care, even if we’re employed. We can’t afford to lose our jobs, which I just did. What the hell are we supposed to do, Mr. President? You promised you wouldn’t fight any more faraway wars that make no sense to people who put you in power. You’re screwing things up so bad I may start attending some of those No Kings rallies. I won’t carry any Down With Trump signs but I’ll probably be thinking it. I’ll also consider voting for Democrats in November, and that’s something I never imagined doing. You better get it together soon or you and our country are going to be in deep shit.