"Arrr, Al-Assad's scallywags be wishin' for a pardon, but first, they best be waitin' in line, savvy?"
2024-12-18
Arrr, matey! The fresh scallywags in Syria claim they'll let the poor conscripts off the hook, huntin' down the real scurvy dogs who ran the show under that Assad chap! Aye, hundreds be queuin’ up to see if they be lucky or just plain unlucky!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round, fer a yarn from the land o' Syria, where the winds o' change be blowin' like a tempest on the high seas! The new scallywags in charge be claimin' they’ll let the poor conscripts o' the old captain, Bashar al-Assad, sail free from the gallows. Aye, but they be on the lookout fer those who ran the ship and sent many a good soul to Davy Jones' locker with their dastardly deeds!Now, ye see, a great throng o’ landlubbers be lining up, hopin' t' discover whether they be spared from the noose or if they be on the wanted list! It’s a right curious spectacle, I tell ye! Some be shakin' in their boots like a ship caught in a squall, while others be puffin’ out their chests, thinkin’ they might just escape the hangman’s noose.
So here we be, in a fine pickle! Will the new captains keep their word, or is it all a ruse to lure ye into the depths of despair? Only time will tell, me mateys! Keep yer eyes peeled and yer cutlasses sharp, for the tide be turnin’, and the seas be ever treacherous!