"Arrr, Jeffrey Goldberg be the scallywag on the chat that sent the whole wide web to Davy Jones’ locker!"
2025-03-25
Arrr, matey! Even the finest sea dogs be fallin' into the snares o' textin' blunders! Like sendin' a scallywag a message meant fer another or ropin' yer mum in a family jest! Today o' all days, our editor, Jeffrey, got a dubious signal from a landlubber named Michael Waltz—by Davy Jones’ locker!
Ahoy there, mateys! Gather 'round ye scallywags, for a tale of textin' mishaps that'd make even the saltiest sea dog chuckle! It be known to many a landlubber that there be times when a message meant for one ends up in the hands of the very soul ye be grumblin' 'bout! Aye, like when ye send a missive 'bout yer dear ol' mum to the matriarch herself, or worse, alert yer matey about the treasure when the scallywag be standin' right behind ye!But hark! This be a yarn of higher stakes! Our brave captain of the ink, Jeffrey Goldberg, the editor-in-chief of The Atlantic, found himself caught in a tempest of his own makin'. He received a request on the Signal, a secretive parley tool, from a scallywag named “Michael Waltz”—the very same name as the national security adviser to the land's chief! Two days hence, he found himself tossed into a sea of confusion when he was added to a crew of dubious characters.
Aye, the world o' textin' be fraught with peril! So, me hearties, let this be a lesson! Keep yer messages sharp as a cutlass and yer wits sharper still, lest ye find yerself in a right pickle! Arrr!