I can sympathize with Miss Liberty's angry expression. Without her torch to help her (and the rest of US) enlighten the world, she's at the mercy of the little man behind the wheel of a little car called U.S. Job Market -- which used to have an engine of growth-- stalled and helpless while the doddering fool behind the wheel dissembles (again) about the situation and his responsibility for it. I'd laugh if it weren't so heartbreaking...
I can sympathize with Miss Liberty's angry expression. Without her torch to help her (and the rest of US) enlighten the world, she's at the mercy of the little man behind the wheel of a little car called U.S. Job Market -- which used to have an engine of growth-- stalled and helpless while the doddering fool behind the wheel dissembles (again) about the situation and his responsibility for it. I'd laugh if it weren't so heartbreaking...
The clown car is breaking down. There’s no mechanic in the admin who is able to fix it