Let’s raise a glass—or rather, let’s not, because thanks to President Donald Trump’s latest stroke of genius, that glass of French Bordeaux, smooth Italian Prosecco or your St Patrick’s day pint of Guinness might soon cost more than your mortgage repayment. In a move that can only be described as “Hold my beer, but also tax it at 200%,” Trump has threatened to slap stratospheric tariffs on European wine, cognac, and a lot of Irish alcohol imports to the USA. This isn’t just a trade policy; it’s a middle finger to all reason and logic, a love letter to chaos, and a masterclass in how to turn a trade skirmish into a full-blown economic nuclear holocaust.
This isn’t about protecting American industries or standing up to unfair trade practices. This is about Trump doing what Trump does best—throwing a tantrum, grabbing headlines, and making the world wonder if the Oval Office is now a creche for the economic illiterate. The man who once said, “I love wine. I own wine,” now wants to make i…
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