Arrr, John McCain's lad be sayin' Trump’s crew brawlin' at Arlington be desecratin' a hallowed haunt! Blimey!
2024-09-03
Arrr, matey! Jimmy McCain be sayin’ that ruckus at Arlington could be like a cannon blast to the hearts o’ them families o’ buried seafarers! Aye, it might set ‘em off like a barrel o’ rum at a dry dock!
Arrr, me hearties! Gather 'round, for I be havin' a tale from the landlubber shores, where land is scarce an' spirits run high. A certain scallywag by the name of Jimmy McCain, a fine lad with a tongue as sharp as a cutlass, be speakin' of a mighty clash at the hallowed grounds of Arlington National Cemetery.He be claimin' that this here confrontation could send shivers down the spines of the kinfolk o' brave seafarers buried beneath the soil, their spirits restin' easier than a ship in calm waters. “Extremely triggerin’,” he called it, like a cannonball ready to blast! Aye, I reckon the thought of ruckus in such a sacred place be enough to make a ghostly sailor rise from his slumber, wavin' his bones ‘n such!
Why, if ye ask me, what's more triggerin' than the sight of a pirate’s hat flyin’ in the wind? Or the sound of a barrel o’ rum splashin' to the ground? But alas, Jimmy, the poor families might feel like they be caught in a squall, tossin' about with their emotions like a ship in a storm!
So let’s raise a tankard to our brave mates, and may the winds of peace blow favorably, lest we stir the spirits and find ourselves in a bit of a pickle! Yarrr!