“Trump scuttles lifeboats fer Haitians, sending 'em straight to Davy Jones’ locker! Arrr, what a jolly mischief!”
2025-02-21
Arrr, mateys! The cap’n be makin’ a ruckus, swingin’ his cutlass at poor souls seekin’ refuge! Even those the Biden crew had let anchor be caught in the storm! A right jolly hullabaloo, I say! Avast, what a barnacle-ridden mess we’ve got!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather ye round as I spin ye a tale of the Cap’n Trump, who be wielding his cutlass o’ power against the swarthy folk o’ the seas—immigrants, they be! With a flick o’ his wrist, he be makin’ decisions that send shivers down the timbers of many a seafarin' soul!This be no ordinary squabble; nay, it’s a grand ol’ tempest in a teapot! The good ol’ Biden crew had given the green light to some scallywags, lettin’ ‘em stay in the fine lands of the brave and the free. But lo and behold! The Trump ship be sailin’ back in, sayin’, “Not on me watch!” It be a right turncoat move, if ever there was one!
These poor souls, like barnacles clingin’ to the hull, thought they’d found safe harbor. But Cap’n Trump, with his jolly roger flyin’ high, be determined to send ‘em back to the stormy seas! Aye, the winds be a-changin’, and it’s a wild ride for those tryin’ to make their way in the land o' opportunity. So, hoist the sails and brace yerselves, for this be but a chapter in the never-endin’ saga of the high seas of politics!