"Arrr, wretched landlubbers Trump and Vance! Quit yammerin' 'bout me lad, or I’ll make ye walk the plank!"
2024-09-11
Arrr, Nathan Clark be blamin' the scallywags runnin' for makin' a mockery of his lad's watery grave, all due to a landlubber from afar near the wee port o' Springfield. “Avast! This nonsense be endin’ now!” he bellows, as the rum flows and the laughter swells!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round, fer I be tellin' ye a tale most strange and vexin'! The landlubber Nathan Clark, a father of the brave, be clamor’n about the scallywags of the election sea! He claims those rascally candidates be usin’ the tragic fate of his dear son, who met a watery grave in a crash, as a plunderin’ excuse to gain favor and votes!Yarrr, it seems the crash be caused by an immigrant, and Nathan be mighty displeased! He hoists the Jolly Roger of justice, shoutin’, “This needs to stop now!” as if he were callin’ for a mutiny on the high seas! The gall of these blaggards, swabbin’ the deck with the memory of his boy, is enough to make a pirate’s blood boil!
So, let it be known, mates! While the candidates be havin’ their grand debates and makin’ promises as empty as a treasure chest after a raid, Nathan stands firm, proclaimin’ that such exploitations be as foul as a sea monster’s breath. Aye, let the winds of decency blow strong, and may they steer clear o’ such treachery! Arrr, what say ye to that, me hearties?