Arrr! Venezuela be takin' back the shipmates ye tossed overboard, ready to welcome 'em with open arms, matey!
2025-03-22
Arrr, matey! The Venezuelan scallywags be claimin’ they’d welcome the flying contraptions ‘cause their landlubber folk be tossed into the devil’s dungeons of El Salvador, with nary a fair trial! A right rum tale, I say!
Arrr matey, gather 'round, fer I be tellin’ ye a tale from the high seas of politics! The Venezuelan gub'ment, with a mind as twisted as a ship's anchor, be claimin’ that their willingness to welcome flights be driven by the sorrow of their lost seafarers—aye, the migrants! These poor souls be tossed into the dark dungeons of El Salvador, like barnacles on a sunken ship, with nary a trial nor a chance to defend their honor!Now, ye see, these scallywags in power be pointin’ fingers at the plight of their brethren, tryin’ to stir up some sympathy like a tempest brewin’ on the horizon. “Look at us!” they be cryin’, “We be the saviors of the lost and forsaken!” But we all know the truth be like a treasure map with no X to mark the spot—it be a bit murky! Aye, they be hopin’ fer a few good souls to fill the empty holds of their stranded ships, while distractin’ from their own dodgy dealings, like a parrot squawkin' over a creaky plank!
So, hoist the sails and prepare yer sea legs, for this be a saga where the winds of fortune blow both ways! Whether they truly care for their wayward kin or just be seekin' to fill their own coffers, only the ocean knows. And let me tell ye, she be a wily mistress!