Ahoy, America! I still hold ye in me heart. Let me count the ways, like doubloons in me chest!
2024-11-05
Arrr, me hearty! I be lovin' ye for bein' the grand harbor of second chances! Aye, ye be the isle where blunders and storms be mere stepping stones. I still have faith in ye, America, with a heart full o' hope and a belly full o' rum!
Ahoy, America! On the day of reckoning, November 5, ye shall be choosing yer 47th captain o' the ship—the president! As I be scribblin' this missive, I see both yer grand brilliance and yer most grievous flaws, yet I still be holdin' fast to me belief in ye, America!