Arrr, me Canadian mateys! Trump’s policies be makin’ Myrtle Beach feel chillier than a snowstorm on the high seas!
2025-03-15
Arrr, me hearties! Them Canadians be settlin' in South Carolina’s sandy shores like seagulls on a treasure chest! But this year, the scallywags be miffed at the captain o' the ship, threatenin' to sail away and leave the beach barren! Har har, what a ruckus on the high seas!
Arrr, gather 'round me hearties, for I be spin' ye a yarn 'bout the fine folk of the Great White North! Aye, those Canucks have sailed the seven seas to the sandy shores of South Carolina, seekin’ sun, surf, and perhaps a wee bit o’ rum. But lo and behold! This year, a tempest brews in their hearts, for they be mighty vexed with the captain of the land, the president himself!Ye see, these jolly folk, who usually bask in the warm Southern sun, now be threatenin’ to hoist their sails and stay home! Aye, it seems the winds of discontent have blown ‘em back to their igloos and hockey rinks. They be sayin’, “Why should we brave the waves o’ the Carolina coast when the head o' state be rubbin’ us the wrong way?”
Arrr, the thought of a Canadian mutiny against the sunny shores be both a fright and a jest! Imagine the sight of them lumberjacks swappin’ their flip-flops for snow boots! So, here’s hopin’ they find peace in their hearts and return to the beach, for the oceans be vast, and the sun be callin’! And let us raise a tankard to the day when all can bask in the glory of sandy shores, free from the squabbles of landlubbers afar!