The Booty Report

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Biden be scoldin' Austin fer his lack o' good sense, but still keepin' his trust in th' scallywag.

2024-01-12

Avast ye scurvy landlubbers! The scallywags at the Pentagon took a fortnight to inform the White House that the captain of defense had been shipwrecked in the hospital. Shiver me timbers! Our national security be in peril, and the chain of command be as tangled as a pirate's beard!

Arrr, me hearties! Listen ye well to this tale of the Pentagon's folly and the White House's bewilderment. It be a tale that raises eyebrows and questions alike, me lads and lasses!

Imagine, if ye will, a scenario where the defense secretary be hospitalized, his shipwrecked vessel beached upon the shores of ill health. But lo and behold, the Pentagon, that grand fortress of military might, took days to pass this news along to the White House. Aye, ye heard it right, days!

Now, ye may be wonderin' why this be such a cause for concern. Well, let me enlighten ye, me hearties. National security be at stake here! If the captain of the defense be down for the count and the White House be left in the dark, who be in charge of keepin' our shores safe from marauders and scallywags?

This delay in communication be like a pirate ship without a captain, driftin' aimlessly in treacherous waters. It be a classic case of "Who be holdin' the compass?" and "Who be chartin' our course?"

Picture this, me mateys: a bunch of bewildered folks in the White House, scratchin' their heads and wonderin' why they be left clueless about the defense secretary's condition. They be lookin' around, squintin' their eyes, tryin' to find a pirate's spyglass that can see into the depths of the Pentagon.

Now, I don't be knowin' why the Pentagon chose to keep this information locked up in Davy Jones' locker for days. Maybe they thought it be a secret worth guardin', or maybe they be too busy playin' a game of "Walk the Plank" to notice. Either way, the chain of command be lookin' more like a tangled mess of seaweed than an organized line of authority.

So, me hearties, let us raise our mugs of rum and toast to the Pentagon's tardiness and the White House's bewilderment. May they learn from their mistakes and ensure that the next time a captain be down, the news be spread like wildfire, not like a snail crawlin' on a deserted island. Arrr!

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