Arrr, matey! Voter zeal be as lost as a shipwrecked sailor in San Francisco, aye!
2024-08-18
Arrr, matey! David Marcus sails to San Francisco, but finds the landlubbers be as fired up as a damp cannonball 'bout the presidential skirmish, no matter which scallywag they be cheerin' for! Aye, the folks be more keen on their grog than the race!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather ‘round as I regale ye with tales from Sam’s Tavern in the fabled San Francisco, a den of iniquity birthed in the year of our Lord 1867. A place where the spirits of Twain and Kerouac might’ve raised a flagon o’ rum whilst jawin’ ‘bout the matters of state!I found meself yonder, chattin' with a landlubber named Cliff, a teacher from Brigham Young, who be a supporter of that scallywag Trump, but not without a fair share of doubts. He pondered over breakfast, “Arrr, I’m vexed with both choices, but I know which way me vote be swingin’.” Aye, a conundrum fit for a captain!
Then entered Scott, a jolly fellow just back from an Alaskan cruise, donning a hat that could rival me pirate’s tricorn! He saw the political seas as turbulent, claimin’ it’d be madness for anyone to doubt Trump’s prowess over Harris when it comes to the economy and the border.
As the night wore on, the tavern transformed into a chamber of debates! Aye, even the Harris supporters joined in, scribblin' on me notebook like it were a treasure map! The true bounty of the evening, me hearties, was the camaraderie and respect shared, despite the tumultuous tides of opinion. Yarrr, perhaps it be these rare souls who'll steer the ship of democracy clear through the stormy seas ahead!