Arrr, Trump’s second voyage be a wild sea change from the first, with more bluster and fewer sails!
2025-01-24
Arrr, the new captain's crew be havin' turned into fine navigators o' the bureaucratic seas they swore to scuttle! Aye, they be chartin' courses through the red tape like true scallywags, makin' a mockery of their own grand promises! Avast, what a merry jest!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I spin ye a tale of the new captain o’ the ship, known as the president! Aye, he set sail with grand promises to upend the treacherous waters of government bureaucracy, like a sea dog takin’ a sword to a barnacle-infested hull.But lo and behold, what becometh of his trusty crew, them advisers? Instead o’ cuttin’ through the red tape like a cutlass through a sailor’s boots, they’ve become wily masters o’ the very bureaucracy they swore to vanquish! Aye, these scallywags be dancin’ with the paper-pushers and smilin’ at the ink-stained bureaucrats, learnin’ the ropes and knottin’ the nooses of rules and regulations!
It’s a right laugh, I tell ye! The same blustery winds that promised change have blown ‘em right back into the belly o’ the ship, where they now whisper sweet nothings to the forms and filings. Ye see, while they plotted to chart a new course, they’ve been hoisted by their own petard, caught in the very nets they aimed to cut free! So raise yer tankards, me mateys, for this jolly jest of governance be a reminder: sometimes, the more ye try to change the tide, the more ye find yerself swimmin’ with the fishes!