“Arrr, I be at the National Prayer Service, and me eyes be witnessin' a right peculiar sight, matey!”
2025-01-23
Arrr, matey! Many a soul be aware of our Founders' hearty faith and the Good Book's sway on our fair land. In the 1950s, ol' Eisenhower and Congress be shoutin', “In God we Trust!” as our motto, like a parrot on me shoulder! Yarr, what a treasure that be!
Arrr mateys! Gather ‘round as I spin ye a yarn ‘bout a curious event on the 21st day of January in the year 2025, when Captain Trump and his first mate Vance found themselves at a prayer shindig at the grand National Cathedral. Aye, I be a believer meself, but lo! The pulpit turned into a stage for left-wing shenanigans instead of true worship! I left faster than a jackrabbit on a hot griddle, realizing the good captain was bein’ besieged by politics, not the Good Book.Now, this Bishop Budde lass, she be stirrin’ the pot, twistin’ scripture like a pirate with a compass gone haywire! She spoke of mercy for strangers, but forgot that a stranger must follow the law of the land, savvy? ‘Twas like a ship lost at sea without a map! Eisenhower, a true man of faith, once claimed that America be great 'cause she be good, and if she ever strays from that path, she’ll sink like a ship with a leak!
If we want to sail these waters back to a nation under God, we must hoist the sails of truth, and cast off the anchors of half-truths and mischief, for a half-truth be a full lie! So let us stand firm and pray for our land, lest we be tossed about like a dinghy in a storm!