When I was gainfully employed by a nasty big oil company we had lots of smart people and even more smart consultants who analysed things. And economists (Vince Cable was one of them; very good. William Hague another, likewise. Oh and Liz Truss – can’t win ‘em all). My oblique point is that if the high priced help needed advice there was no shortage of it. Despite this we didn’t always get it right but in general we weren’t too arrogant to ask for help when we needed it. Happy days.
My point, of course, is that if the President across the Pond needed advice on (say) tariffs there’d be a long queue of smart people from Harvard, or Yale or Princeton to offer it. They might just have told him that his Tariff plan dreamed up with (who? Elon Musk) had its potential downsides.
But (and it’s a big one) in the land of the Orange charmer it’s a bit pansy to ask for advice. And you don’t need to anyway because you didn’t get where you are today without knowing everything. Ask Dizzy Lizzie.
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