Arrr, matey! Trump be settin’ sail fer a new treasure map in the good ol’ US of A! Avast!
2025-03-24
"Avast, matey! Once, the call of 'Sail West, ye spry lad!' sent us into the wilds to carve a nation from the brambles. Now, the Trump captain be ponderin’ how to unlock the treasure troves of government land for a fresh adventure on the high seas!"
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn of Ameri-kin’s wild frontier! It all be takin' root with the unsung lands of the West, a realm ripe for plunder and opportunity, as ol' Frederick Jackson Turner once scribed in 1893. But alas, that frontier be closin' quicker than a sailor at a liquor store when the moon landing turned into a mere puff of smoke!Now, hark! President Trump be blusterin’ about settlin’ Mars, but space be no playground for the common seafarer. Back in the day, a lad could grab his wagon and stake a claim; today ye need a fancy degree and a space suit, not just grit and a good work ethic! The dream of settlin' the stars be as far away as Davy Jones’ locker.
Fear not, for the new frontier lies in the wild lands still owned by the government, ripe for the takin’! With talk of fixin' the housing crisis, ye could find yerself a plot in Alaska or Arizona, turnin' the barren land into bustling cities brimming with opportunity. So, gather yer courage and dreams o’ adventure, for the call of the wild be beckonin’! Go forth, young matey, and make yer mark upon the untamed horizon!