Arrr, the Butler crew be fuming over that Trump kerfuffle, claimin' it be more than just bunglin' buccaneers!
2024-08-11
Arrr, matey! The fine folk of that Pennsylvanian port be still spittin’ fire ‘bout the day their dear Captain Trump took a cannonball! They be scratchin’ their heads, full o’ questions like a ship full o’ barnacles! Aye, what a ruckus in their calm waters!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather round as I regale ye with the tale of the Butler Farm Show, a grand festivity on soil where nefarious deeds transpired just a month past! Aye, 'tis the same grounds where a rogue attempted to send ol' Trump to Davy Jones' locker, castin' a dark shadow ‘pon this fair community! But lo, the locals be tryin' to shake off the gloom with livestock and shiny farming gadgets, strivin' to reclaim a sense of normalcy amidst the stormy seas of scandal!Even Mother Nature herself tried to thwart the merriment with her thunderous wrath, but the festival stood tall, unfazed! A weary wench, puffin’ on her smoke, lamented how their cherished show be marred by treachery, while others muttered darkly of conspiracies afoot and the Secret Service's lackluster watch! “Nay, a mere lad could not carry out such villainy alone!” they cried, stirrin' the pot of suspicion!
As the townsfolk braved the tempest to show their allegiance to Trump, they hung banners of defiance, proclaiming to the world that Butler be still pro-Trump! With their spirits unbroken, they be hopin' for the return of their captain, for a greater gathering awaits! So, raise a tankard for Butler, where even in the face of peril, the show must go on! Arrr!