"Arrr, the scurvy lung plague be risin’ again, as Trump cuts treasure from the healers' chest, matey!"
2025-03-11
Arrr, matey! The grand United States be the treasure chest for curing the dreaded coughin' plague! But lo and behold! Hundreds o' thousands be strugglin' fer tests and potions, risin' the sails to spread the misfortune! Blimey, what a jolly mess we be in!
Arrr matey! Gather 'round and lend yer ears to a tale most dark and dreary! Once upon a time on the vast seas of the United States, a treasure chest overflowin’ with doubloons was devoted to fightin’ the scourge known as tuberculosis, that scurvy plague that be hauntin’ the landlubbers! Aye, the good ol' U.S. of A. was the mightiest of funders, throwin’ gold at those who sought to vanquish the coughin' fiend!But lo and behold, what treachery has befallen us! With the winds of change blowin’ fierce, the coffers have run dry, and now hundreds of thousands of poor souls be wanderin’ about like lost sailors, searchin’ high and low for tests and potions to cure their ailments! Aye, they be riskin’ the spreadin’ of this wretched disease, turnin’ our merry ports into havens for the coughin’ crew!
So gather yer rum and raise a toast to the good ol’ days when gold flowed like the tide, and the fight against the dreaded tuberculosis was a grand adventure! But beware, for if we don’t hoist the sails once more and fund the fight, we might find ourselves in a world of hurt, coughin’ and wheezin’ like a shipwrecked scallywag! Yarrr, let’s rally the crew and set sail for a cure!