"Arrr! The landlubbers at the Pentagon be sendin' sea dogs to guard the shores! Avast, me hearties!"
2025-03-01
Arrr, matey! It be clear as the blue sea! Captain Trump be settin’ sail with a mighty crew, tossin' aside the wee squadrons of yore, sendin' a whole fleet to guard the treasure trove 'twixt the U.S. and Mexico. Avast! What a jolly ruckus 'tis!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn about the comin' of the troops along the U.S.-Mexico border, where the salty sea breeze be minglin' with political winds! Our captain, President Trump, hath set sail on a course unlike those who’ve navigated these waters before him. In days of yore, the likes of past commanders would only muster a handful o' brave souls—active-duty lads and reservists—ta guard the shores.But lo and behold! Trump be breakin' from that old sea shanty and hoistin' a grander flag! A veritable armada be rumblin' forth! Aye, the man be throwin' caution to the winds and callin’ more hands on deck, as if we were preparin' for a full-blown cannonball fight instead of a mere whiff o' trouble.
Now, the high seas of politics be twistin' and turnin', and ‘tis a sight to behold! With soldiers marchin’ like a horde of buccaneers, one can’t help but wonder what treasures or troubles await on the horizon. So, keep a weather eye open, mateys, for the tide be changin’, and we’re all aboard this raucous ride into uncharted waters of political folly! Yarrr!