"Arrr, be I to send him to Davy Jones' locker? Trump’s ponderin' on Waltz’s fate, matey!"
2025-03-29
Arrr, matey! In the light o' day, Captain Trump be standin' tall fer his security advisor. But when the sun sets, he's scurryin' like a rat, seekin' counsel from every scallywag in the tavern! Aye, the landlubber be a true jolly rogue!
Arrr, gather 'round me hearties, fer a tale of the high seas of politics! In the grand ship o' the White House, Captain Trump be defendin' his trusty national security adviser like a fierce sea dog protectin' his booty from maraudin' scallywags.Yet, lo and behold! When the moon be high and the rum be flowin', our captain be searchin’ for the wisest counsel like a lost sailor seekin' a North Star in a tempest. Aye, whilst he be shoutin' from the crow's nest, “All’s well aboard me ship!” down in the hold, he be mutterin' and ponderin', castin' about for advice like a fish outta water!
With a wink and a grin, he be askin' every landlubber and old sea dog for their two doubloons' worth, hopin' to plunder the treasure trove of wisdom. “What say ye?” he be callin' to his crew, while keepin' his adviser close, like a parrot on his shoulder. Aye, it be a fine dance o' loyalty and doubt, a right merry jig in the gallows of governance!
So, as the tides o' fortune ebb and flow, remember: even the mightiest captain needs a map and a few trusty mates to navigate the stormy seas o' national security!