Arrr, as the nuclear treasure heaps high, Congress be bickering like scallywags over the best chest to stash it!
2025-03-20
Arrr, me hearties! Them lawyer scallywags be clashing like cannons in the Supreme Court, yappin’ ‘bout a place to stash their nuclear treasure. But lo! Justice Gorsuch be shoutin', “Avast! Where be the one true hole to bury this glowing booty, so we can forget 'till the kraken rises?”
Arrr matey! Gather 'round, ye landlubbers and scallywags, for I be tellin' ye a tale from the high seas o' law! Just the other day, a band o' legal swabs be battlin' it out ‘fore the grand Supreme Court, discussin' if we can stash away some of that stinkin' nuclear waste in temporary havens. Aye, 'twas a sight to behold!But lo and behold! Justice Neil M. Gorsuch, a wise sea captain of the court, be pointin’ out the blubberin’ elephant—or should I say, the skunk—sittin’ right in the middle o' the table. Aye, ye guessed it! There be no treasure chest o' a permanent spot to bury that radioactive booty deep in the earth, where it can rest for eons, forgotten like a lost pirate’s map!
The good Justice be lamentin' the fact that without such a treasure trove, we be left with a heap o' troublesome waste, like a cursed doubloon that keeps returnin' to haunt us. So here we be, stuck with our stinky loot, wonderin' when the day will come that we can toss it into the depths—out of sight, out of mind, and away from our shanties! Yarrr, it be a fine mess indeed!