If you are acting like you are trying to stop a war, how stupid do you have to be to say "if you don't cease-fire in the next 50 days, then I'm gonna make my importers pay double for what they bring in from your country, and I'm going to pocket all that extra money"? That's about as ineffective as you can be.
I went to Miami recently, on purpose. It wasn't by choice. I had to go on a business trip. That was a great choice my team made. "Let's go to Florida in the summer!" Everyday felt like I was being constantly bombarded by a sauna. Imagine opening the door of an air conditioned building while walking outside and having a wet fart in your face continuously.
The people there were, as I expected, way much more aesthetically pleasing compared to me. I just did not fit in. I was a 2 in a sea of 9s and 10s. I was like the mutated brown Froot Loop at the bottom of the box. At least there was plenty of eye candy. The nightlife is something in Miami. At least it seemed that way from the outside. Lots of loud cars and motorcycles and music coming from those cars, even on a Sunday night.
One of the odd things I saw around Miami were billboards and an advertising truck for Theranos. Apparently, some supporter of the imprisoned lady who scammed billions of out investors for her shitty blood testing device is self-funding an ad campaign to keep her broken company's image afloat.
It also felt a little weird being down there as they were opening Alligator Auschwitz Alcatraz. One of my teammates at the beginning of the trip said they may drive through the Everglades. That idea did not age well.
Update August 16: TACO. No more ceasefire demand.
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