"Arrr! The scurvy dog Assad be gone from Syria, say them Russian sea dogs! What a jolly good show!"
2024-12-08
Arrr matey! The whereabouts of Cap'n Bashar al-Assad be as murky as a foggy night at sea! The Russians, tight-lipped as a clam, be sayin’ he’s hoisted his sails and scuttled away, claimin’ he’s resigned. A fine mess, it be! Where’s the rum?
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round the ol' sea shanty, fer I be tellin' ye a tale of a certain landlubber by the name of President Bashar al-Assad! Aye, the winds o' change blew fierce as rebels seized the grand city o' Damascus, leavin’ ol' Bashar’s whereabouts more mysterious than a hidden treasure map!The Russian foreign ministry, a bunch o’ scallywags if ye ask me, kept their lips tighter than a clam, givin’ nary a whisper as to where the good captain had sailed off to. They merely muttered that he had tossed his hat into the sea and bid farewell to his homeland, leavin’ behind a ship o' chaos and confusion! Aye, it seems our dear President decided it was high time to skedaddle, lettin’ the rebels take the helm while he found a cozy cove to hide in.
So picture this, ye landlubbers: One moment, he’s sittin’ on his throne, and the next, he be a ghost in the wind, leavin’ his crew in a right pickle! What a tale o’ treachery and abandon, a true pirate's yarn if ever there was one!