Arrr, Pam Bondi be tryin’ to breathe life into a dead parley 'bout givin' back the iron sticks!
2025-03-28
Arrr, me hearties! Here be a fine conundrum: Captain Trump be commanderin' mighty cannons but can't hold a pistol! Aye, 'tis a tangled web of felonies ‘bout scribblin’ false scrolls. Makes no sense to keep the landlubbers safe, this mad caper be! A true jolly jest indeed!
Arrr, mateys! Gather ‘round as I regale ye with a tale of the landlubber called President Trump, who be sittin' atop the treasure chest of the nation’s military might, includin' the fearsome nuclear bombs, yet be unable to own a simple pistol! Aye, ye heard me right! This scallywag lost his right to bear arms ‘cause of a whole heap o' trouble—34 state felony convictions for fiddlin' with business records! Blimey!Now, ye might ponder how a captain of such power can’t own a blunderbuss or a cutlass of his own. It be a riddle wrapped in a mystery, as this conundrum surely be a jolly jest in the name of public safety! It be a right strange situation, indeed. While he commands ships of war, he can’t so much as keep a flintlock in his cabin! Arrr, this be the comedy of it all!
So here we be, scratchin' our heads, wonderin' how this absurdity sails under the flag of law! Aye, the criteria that keep good ol’ Americans from packin’ heat be as broad as a ship’s sail in the wind! The world be full of irony, and this be a tale for the ages, with more twists than a kraken’s tentacle, I say!