"Arrr! Defense crew be squabblin', cuttin' short the Guantánamo show 'fore it even sets sail, savvy?"
2024-08-24
Arrr, matey! The ship's judge be lettin' the head swab head off next month, but the new lass be still waitin' fer her spyglass o' clearance! She can't plunder the courtroom 'til she gets the green light, savvy? A right jolly mess, it be!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round, fer I’ve a tale o’ legal shenanigans fit fer the high seas! A mighty military judge, with a beard as fierce as a kraken, has given permission to the head defense scallywag to ship off next month, leavin’ a gaping hole in the crew's ranks. But alas, the new captain of the defense ship, a lass who be fierce as a cannonball, be still waitin’ on her security clearance—aye, like a landlubber waitin’ fer the tide to turn!This poor wench be stuck in a quandary, like a ship caught in a storm, unable to take the helm o’ the defense ship. The clearance be takin' longer than a three-masted galleon in a tangle of seaweed! Meanwhile, the crew be scratchin’ their heads, wonderin’ how they’ll navigate these treacherous legal waters without their trusty leader. 'Tis a right farce, I tell ye!
So, as the clock ticks on, our brave new lawyer sits twiddlin’ her thumbs, hopin’ that the powers that be will grant her the golden key to the fort! Until then, they’ll be sailin’ in circles, lookin' like a bunch of drunken sailors tryin’ to find their way to the rum barrel. Avast, what a sight it be!