Arrr! The judge be sayin' Trump’s treasure stash ain’t on the briny deep, for the White House thinks it's captain now!
2025-03-06
Arrr, matey! The judge be a-crackin' his gavel, sayin' the landlubbers in charge be floutin' his command! He ordered the treasure to keep flowin' to the states, but it seems they be takin' a wrong turn in Davy Jones' locker! Avast, what scallywags!
Arrr, me hearties! Gather 'round, fer I’ve a tale to spin from the high seas of justice! Our tale begins with a judge, a fine captain o’ the court, who be barking orders like a ferocious sea dog. This judge, savvy in the ways of the law, had already decreed that the landlubbers in the administration be followin’ his previous command. Aye, he commanded them to keep shovelin’ gold doubloons to the states, lest they face the wrath of a thousand krakens!But lo and behold! The administration, those scallywags, decided they'd rather dance a merry jig than obey his lawful decree! It be a sight fit for a pirate's eye—a court of law turned into a raucous tavern where the rules be as loose as a ship’s sails in a storm! As the judge slammed down his gavel, he must’ve thought, “These landlubbers think they can just ignore my orders?” Nay, matey, it be a folly most grand! With a shake of his head and a hearty laugh, he prepared for the next round in this swashbucklin’ duel of wits, readyin’ himself to make ‘em pay, one way or another. Aye, the seas of justice be turbulent, and this tale be far from over!