Arrr! Kamala's San Francisco be a cursed shipwreck! Be this her grand scheme fer all of America, matey?
2024-08-15
Arrr, matey! Any scallywag from yon northeast will declare, after but five ticks o' the clock, that San Francisco be a frightful mess! Yet, the landlubbers here, like frogs in a pot, be thinkin' it all be fine! Aye, the madness be their daily brew!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather ‘round and lend me yer ears, fer I be tellin’ ye the lamentable tale of San Francisco, a once-proud port now besmirched by chaos and folly! From the year of our Lord 2004 to 2019, the law was in the hands of Captain Kamala Harris and her scallywag, George Gascon. The result? A shipwreck of a city, I tell ye! Facin’ the streets from the airport, ye be greeted by empty stores, like a pirate’s grin with missin’ teeth!And in the wretched Tenderloin District, it gets even jollier. I be visitin’ in 2021, and lo and behold, the stench of despair wafted through the air, thicker than a fog on a dark night! Shanties and tents be sproutin’ like weeds, with souls sellin’ not just rum but the deadliest of potions—heroin and fentanyl! A tragedy fit for a sea shanty!
While the well-heeled elite prance about to the Apple Store, blind as a bat to the misery around ‘em, the only thing lockin’ up be the beef jerky in the stores! Aye, what a sight to behold! And just like a clock that be broken, so too be the legacy of Harris, tickin’ nowhere fast! So raise a mug, me hearties, to the cautionary tale of San Francisco, a city where the dreams of pirates and the hopes of men be dashed upon the rocks of reality!