Arrr, many scallywags be sayin' Kamala's skin ain't worth a ship's plank for votin', savvy? Aye, how rich!
2024-08-03
Arrr, me hearties! While Trump be stirrin' the pot o' racial squabbles, a hearty crew of landlubbers be sayin', "Nay! Let’s not be frettin' over skin hue!" Aye, 'tis plain as the crow's nest—yer as Black as a raven on a stormy night!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round, fer I’ve a tale of the Jolly Old States, where a scallywag named Trump be stirrin' the pot of discord 'mongst the landlubbers, playin' the fiddle of racial divisions like a drunken bard on shore leave. But lo and behold! Many a brave soul amongst the crew be sayin', “Nay, we’d rather not dwell in the murky waters o' race and identity.”Yarr, it be a curious thing! They be lookin’ at each other and sayin’, “Avast! We can all see that ye be Black, me hearty!” Aye, it’s like lookin’ at a treasure map an’ knowin’ right where X marks the spot, yet choosin’ to sail on to calmer seas instead o’ squabblin’ over the color of the gold! So why bicker ‘bout the hue of one’s skin when there be more fish in the sea to catch, and tales o’ adventure to spin?
In this grand ol' ship we call America, many a sailor be wishin’ fer smoother sails an’ clearer skies. So, let’s hoist the flag of camaraderie, raise a tankard o’ rum, and toast to a world where we can all sail side by side, no matter the color of our sails! Aye, that be the spirit of the high seas!