Of course it may be alarmist or simply fiscal saber rattling to keep the PRC's yuan from being revalued or trade sanctions.
He kept saying that I couldn't use his heavy bag or learn any fighting techniques until I ate all the red spinach. So I'd force a handful of the stuff into my mouth, look over at the heavy bag hanging from the ceiling, eat more red spinach and look at the heavy bag.
"What the hell am I doing?" Common sense was telling me that I could punch and beat anything I wanted and I didn't need Cassius or his training equipment. "Shit, I don't even want to vent my frustrations on anything!"
With this epiphany the dream ended.