My competitive side now wants to start a fish farm. Like I'm mass-producing B-52s, except now they're tuna. Maybe this is the solution to American "elite overp

My competitive side now wants to start a fish farm. Like I'm mass-producing B-52s, except now they're tuna. Maybe this is the solution to American "elite overproduction": less "I'm going to be a brand consultant in Manhattan" after one-too-many Sex and the City episodes, and more -- I'm picturing a Rosie the Riveter poster, except now she's holding a giant salmon (Excuse me, I'll be in my bunk). Maybe we can even get the Pope on board, like in the good old days of Filet O' Fish on Fridays? I have a whole cultural program now laid out in my head. Musicals, Lin-Manuel Miranda, the works. All in support of our brave new aquacultural future. I mean, it'd be more useful than all the coffee shops and dog groomers. Our motto will be a taunt to our challengers: YOU CAN'T TUNA FISH BUT YES WE CAN