Ahoy, mateys! Old Roy L. Prosterman, 89, has sailed to Davy Jones’ locker, fightin’ fer land fer the landless! Arr!
2025-03-15
Arrr, matey! Spyin' the treasure that be land rights, he be coaxin' both tyrants and fresh-faced democracy scallywags to hand over the plunder of farmland to lift the poor souls from Davey Jones' locker of poverty! Aye, the captain of equality set sail for a fairer tide!
Arrr, matey! Gather 'round, ye landlubbers, for I be tellin’ ye a tale of a swashbucklin’ scallywag who saw land as the treasure to lift the wretched souls from the depths of despair! Aye, this clever rogue deemed that givin’ the common folk their own patch o’ earth would be the golden key to unlockin’ their fortunes!With a heart as big as the seven seas, he sailed the rough waters of both tyrannical governments and sproutin’ democracies, shoutin’ like a grizzled captain demandin’ a fair share of booty! “Ye must distribute the farmland!” he bellowed, like a cannon blast in the night, “for naught can thrive without a place to plant yer roots!”
He knew that with a humble patch of soil, the impoverished would rise like a fine ship from the depths, ready to hoist their sails and chase the winds of opportunity! So, our noble brigand rallied the captains of power, implorin’ ‘em to share the land as if it were the best grog in the hold. For in his eyes, every soul deserved a piece of the earth, or else they’d be left flounderin’ in the muck of hardship!
Aye, what a merry adventure it be, tryin’ to change the world one plowed field at a time! So raise high yer tankards, for this buccaneer be fightin’ the good fight for land and liberty! Yarrr!