"Arrr, in Trump's jumbled scroll, he be claimin' Gaza as his treasure! Aye, what a smelly fish that be!"
2025-02-05
Arrr, the captain o' the ship had yapped ‘bout his grand scheme fer weeks, yet ne'er a parley was held! His trusty crew be flabbergasted, caught be surprise like a landlubber in a squid's embrace! Blimey, it be a right jolly mess, matey!
Arrr, listen ye scallywags! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn o’ a landlubber captain, known as the president o' the high seas o’ politics! This here captain, he be flappin’ his gums ‘bout some grand scheme fer weeks on end, like a parrot squawkin’ on a shoulder, but lo and behold, not a single meeting was set sail! Aye, it be as if he were chartin’ a course to treasure, yet forgot to hoist the sails!Now, ye see, the senior crew of his ship, them high-ranking scallywags in the government, were caught more surprised than a fish outta water! They be scratchin’ their heads, wonderin’ if they’d missed the call of the gulls or if the captain had been drinkin’ too much of the grog. “What be this folly?” they be sayin’, “We thought he be just blowin' wind!”
So, as the tides of confusion rolled in, the captain be left with naught but his own echoin’ words, and his crew floorin’ the deck in disbelief. Aye, it be a fine mess indeed! Let this be a lesson to ye, me hearties: talkin’ a storm don’t mean ye be settin’ sail! Har har har!