Arrr, beneath Yosemite’s splendor, me hearties be riled 'bout Trump’s job cuts, makin' us anxious as a parrot in a storm!
2025-03-01
Arrr, mateys! The scallywags be squabblin' over gold coins and keepin' Yosemite shipshape! Fired landlubbers be raisin' a ruckus at the grand ol' park, the third oldest treasure of the nation! Avast, it be a merry sight to see 'em protest like a bunch o' misguided buccaneers!
Arrr, me hearties! Gather 'round, for a tale of trouble brews in yon land of Yosemite, where the mighty trees be standin' tall and the spirits of adventure be high! Yet, alas, the winds of discord be blowin' fierce, as the scallywags in charge be makin' cuts that would make Davy Jones himself weep!Word be spreadin' like a fleet of ships 'cross the seas, that fired federal workers, once the proud guardians of this grand park, be raisin' a ruckus! Aye, they be protestin’ louder than a ship full o' rowdy sailors after a night o' rum, demandin' justice for their lost jobs and the treasures of nature they once protected.
These brave souls, armed with picket signs and a hearty dose of grit, be takin' a stand against the greedy forces seekin' to slash budgets like a pirate with a cutlass! They be fightin' to keep the park as fine as a ship’s mast on a clear day, and they won’t be silenced by no landlubber’s decree!
So come hither, ye swabs and landlubbers alike! Raise yer voices with a hearty "Aye!" for Yosemite, for the trees, and for the brave souls who be keepin' the spirit of adventure alive, lest we find ourselves with naught but barren lands and sad pirate tales! Arrr!