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MSLSD busy generating Fake Nooze, again.How these sellers of Swiss watches are coping with Trump’s highest tariffs
PHILADELPHIA — Switzerland is used to being alone. It’s not a member of NATO or the European Union; it eschews the euro in favor of its own currency, the Swiss franc, which has lately gained value against the euro and the dollar.
But Switzerland’s solitude has left it isolated by President Donald Trump’s import taxes. The multilingual Alpine nation faces the highest U.S. tariffs of any industrial country — a 39% tax on Swiss exports vs. 15% elsewhere in Europe.
Swiss high-end watchmakers, led by Rolex, Cartier’s Richemont, Omega’s Swatch, Audemars Piguet and Patek Philippe, face the full tariff rates on watches they send the U.S., the industry’s largest market. Altogether last year the 50 major Swiss watchmakers produced 16 million high-end watches, worth over $30 billion, down slightly from the record year 2023, according to a Morgan-Stanley research report.
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WOW, cool storyDesk jockeys and their concealed carry.
It's a bit off-topic...but I wound up with a sidearm of a desk-jockey ossifer. From the Third Reich.
My father was part of the final push into Berlin...by then, the Kr@uts were pulling back faster than the Allied forces were moving forward. They left a lot behind, including a lot of dead. Some of the dead, probably experienced payback from unhappy subordinates.
Somehow, my old man wound up with a war souvenir...a spotless Mauser Hsc. Never been fired. Still had factory grease on it. Had a leather holster...NOT embosed; that suggests that the holster, at least, was made late in the Thousand-Year Reich's existence.
But my understanding was, my father liberated it, along with an Olivetti typewriter set up for German use, including the "ß" they so love...from an office decorated with its deceased occupant. He wasn't going to be typing any more or learning how to shoot his Mauser.
I'd still have it, but it wasn't much use. Damn thing would jam - that's characteristic of the design. It was unused, though, until I had it disassembled, inspected, and then fired it on the range.
It really wasn't a memento.WOW, cool story
Happy that ur Dad made it home & u received a memento that revives his memory
It really wasn't a memento.
It was, basically, lost in his life-changes.
It takes some explaining: He got back from the war, relatively young (mid-twenties) after getting used like a Kleenex by the Army. They kept him two years after disarmament, because he spoke and read perfect German.
He got back to the States, slim, trim, and eager for a middle-class life. He'd never had it before - he was a dual-national, born in Ohio, grew up in Germany to age 12. Then, with his father's disappearance, he and my grandmother had to sneak out.
To living in the Division Avenue projects in Cleveland.
The war represented a chance for college; some money saved and the GI Bill of Rights. He interviewed with several good schools, including the Colorado School of Mines.
Later he tried sailing; carpentry; suburban living. He was bored with all of it, although he kept living in the suburbs.
When I was ten, he got it in his mind he was gonna teach me to shoot. He had about five long guns - and the Mauser, although I didn't know. He sent me to Hunter Safety Class. I shot his Savage .22/shotgun combo...once. He made a big deal about cleaning - made it into a two hour job; so much so that later, cleaning my own was intimidating, until I learned how to do it quickly and properly.
And then the guns went away. The outdoor stuff went away. He retreated to his easy chair, to read and listen to classical music.
And then went the way of all flesh. My mother had become a flaming liberal, and got rid of his guns. Without asking any of us kids. Probably she had them destroyed.
But she missed the Mauser, and I found it under other papers in his safe, after her death.
Not the way you'd want to be remembered...parents who think firearms are somehow dirty and shameful. How it got to that, by the WWII generation...I guess, it was my father's fatigue with life and my mother's boob-toob addiction.
Remember, everyone: It's not just what you leave for your kids, but how you do it. As something to treasure, or something secret and embarrassing...
VERY fine wordsRemember, everyone: It's not just what you leave for your kids, but how you do it.
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