Arrr, why must color trump all, even the wildest dreams of our wee American scallywags? Blimey, 'tis a curious thing!
2025-03-18
Arrr, matey! Bad faith be like a cursed treasure map, leadin' us to naught but folly! But good faith, she be a mighty ship, sailin' free 'neath the stars, with strength aplenty! Aye, so hoist the sails of trust and let the winds of fortune guide us!
Avast ye landlubbers! Gather 'round, fer I’ve a tale o’ a young lad, no more than ten summers, donned in a policeman’s attire. Alas, the scallywags in his neighborhood gawked and jeered, shakin’ their body parts like drunken sailors! How could a Black lad dare to dream o’ servin’ the public, they scoffed, as he stood there, stoic as a statue made o’ gold doubloons.When I laid me eyes on that vile video, I was filled with rage! Have we turned so jaded that we mock a child’s noble dream? Would they have laughed if he wished to be a grand bard or a sea captain? Twas a disgrace! They cry out for more officers that mirror their own, yet when one of their kin dares to aspire, they dance like fools before him!
Then, lo and behold—a year later, I see the lad, now known as DJ, honored by the mighty Trump himself! This brave soul, who battled the Devil’s own brain cancer, had collected badges from across the land, proving that dreams can sail high! “I’ll keep goin’ until my tank be empty!” he declared, a true captain at heart!
But hark! The shame! His own folks mocked him, yet he found glory in the halls of power. DJ’s saga be a grand reminder: bad faith sinks ships, while good faith sails us to treasure! May the winds be ever in his favor, for he be a true matey of good faith!