She recast the entire debate as a moral inversion: the old order, with its low sticker prices and invisible casualties, versus a new one that dared to admit its costs upfront. Tariffs, in her telling, became a kind of economic triage—painful, targeted, and meant to stop a deeper bleed. The promise to cut taxes on overtime, tips, and Social Security benefits wasn’t a distraction, but the other half of the bargain: if workers were asked to shoulder disruption, they would also be first in line for relief. It was a vision that framed disruption as defense, confrontation as caretaking. Whether that argument convinced anyone was almost beside the point. What lingered was the unsettling possibility that the real betrayal hadn’t been a shift in policy at all, but the decades spent pretending the status quo was ever free.
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