"Arrr! Trump be sendin’ more scallywags to Guantánamo Bay, like a treasure hunt gone wrong, matey!"
2025-02-24
Arrr! Since Thursday, the shores be free of scallywags, for the king's men shipped off 177 landlubbers to Venezuela and one poor soul back to the States! A fine day for the sea, lest the tide bring 'em back to plague us again! Savvy?
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round fer a tale of the landlubbers and their fussin' over a wee bit o' migration! It be Thursday last when the government, in their infinite wisdom, decided to clear the base o' migrants, sendin' a merry band of 177 scallywags back to the shores of Venezuela, while one poor soul found himself paddle-boatin' back to the good ol' U.S. of A.Now, ye might be wonderin', what be the fuss about? Why, it be a right kerfuffle, I tell ye! These landlubbers thought they could just sail in and set up camp, but the government, like a stern captain, sent 'em packing faster than ye can say “blimey!” With a flick of their quill, they charted a course to rid the base of these wayward souls, leavin' naught but memories and a scent of mischief.
So, raise a tankard to the 177 brave souls embarkin' on their voyage back to Venezuela, may their sails be full and their rum cups ever flowin'! And to the lonely lad headin’ back to the States—may he find fair winds and a warm welcome awaitin' him. Aye, the seas be always churnin' with tales of adventure and mischief, but this one be a right merry jest, don’t ye think?