Arrr, matey! The Trump crew be sinkin' the ships for refugees set to sail, leavin’ ‘em high and dry!
2025-01-22
Arrr, matey! This here choice be throwin' stranded souls ashore, like shipwrecked sailors, waitin' ages to be reunited with their kin in the grand ol' U.S. They be caught in a tempest, missin' hugs and hearty laughs, with nary a compass to guide 'em home! Har har!
Arrr matey! Gather 'round and lend yer ear to this tale o’ woe that befallin' the brave souls seekin’ refuge on the high seas of America! Aye, it be a right pickle they find themselves in, for after navigatin’ a treacherous voyage of paperwork and pleadin' fer their cases, these poor wretches be left stranded on foreign shores, like a ship lost in a storm without a compass!