"Ahoy, landlubbers at th’ Democratic shindig in Chicago, the migrant tale be crashin’ in like a rogue wave!"
2024-08-18
Arrr, the hullabaloo be stretchin' across the city’s lanes, makin' the Democrats sweat like a parched sailor! Them pesky border crossings be a storm brewin' on the horizon, threatenin' to sink their ship come election day! Avast, me hearties!
Avast ye scallywags! The tempest brews o'er yonder city streets, where a crisis be unfurlin’ like a tattered sail in a storm. The Democrats, bless their landlubber hearts, be shakin’ in their boots, for the specter of border crossings looms large like a ship’s mast in the fog. Aye, this be a liability most foul that could sink their chances come election tide!