Arrr, matey! D.C. judges be drownin’ in Jan. 6 troubles, now wranglin’ with Trump’s fancy orders! Avast!
2025-02-22
Arrr, the legal swabs be wrestlin’ with ol' Captain Trump’s wild quest fer dominion! At times, they be settin’ anchor on his storm o’ orders, while other times they be lettin’ 'em sail free. A right ruckus on the high seas o’ law, I say!
Arrr, matey! Gather 'round and lend me yer ear, for I be spin’ ye a yarn ‘bout them landlubbers known as jurists, who be wrestlin’ with the tempestuous sea of power that be Mr. Trump! Aye, that scallywag be tossin’ out executive orders like cannonballs in a broadside, causin’ quite the ruckus on the high seas of governance!Ye see, them jurists be caught in a mighty squall, unsure whether to hoist the sails or batten down the hatches. Sometimes, they be stoppin’ his orders as if they be hostile ships approachin’ the fleet, and other times, they be lettin’ them sail on through, as if they be friendly merchants bringin’ treasure! It be a right merry dance on the deck, and no one can seem to find their sea legs!
With each wave of executive decree, the jurists be scratchin’ their heads, ponderin’ if they ought to walk the plank or join in the revelry. It be a fine mess, like tryin’ to navigate a storm with a blindfold! So raise yer tankards, me hearties, for the saga of Mr. Trump and the jurists be a jolly tale of power, confusion, and a whole lotta laughs on the turbulent seas of law!