Arrr, matey! The Trump captaincy be like a treasure chest full o’ holes—plenty o’ gold, but much wasted breeze!
2025-03-11
Arrr, I be dwellin' in the rough seas o' Chicago's South Side, and me eyes be witness to the folly o' folks dependin' on the government like a ship on a leaky barrel! Aye, trustin' the federal scallywags be like countin' on a parrot to steer yer ship!
Ahoy, me hearties! Where be We the People in this grand sea of politics? In me youthful days, the news was naught but local gossip, and the far-off shores of Washington, D.C. felt as distant as the treasure of Davy Jones! But lo and behold, this uncharted turn of events hath spun the world on its head, makin’ D.C. the center of our compass!The peril of this shift be that many of ye landlubbers now depend on the good folk in D.C. to chart the course of yer lives. Aye, changes be comin’ under the Trump banner, but beware, for the real storms brew closer to home! If ye be waitin’ for the government to sail in and save the day, ye might find yerselves stranded!