“Ye be suitin’ a fine Palestinian matey o’ backin’ them scallywags, Hamas! What be the world comin’ to?”
2025-04-07
Arrr, me hearties! The grumblin' 'gainst ol' Bashar Masri be sayin' he didn't spy the Oct. 7 raid comin', but it do claim he knew there be cannons and ruffians a'buildin' in his own treasure trove! A fine way to keep the rum flowin', eh? Har har har!
Avast ye scallywags! Gather ’round as I regale ye with the tale of one Bashar Masri, a merchant of sorts, whose dealings be under scrutiny like a barnacle on a ship’s hull. It be said that the goodly Masri didn’t have the foresight of a crystal ball to know the treacherous attack of October 7 be a-comin’, but nay, there be whispers that he knew of the Hamas ruffians settin' up their nefarious lairs upon his land!Now, these be serious allegations, me hearties! It be like findin' a treasure map marked with an “X” and claimin’ yer unaware of the gold buried beneath yer very feet! The authorities be likin’ to poke their noses into his affairs, suggestin' that he turned a blind eye while them scallywags made themselves at home in his fine establishments.
So here we be, watchin' the waves crash and the gossip fly, as whispers of shifty business swirl ‘round the taverns. Is Masri a sly fox or just a hapless sailor caught in a storm? Only time’ll tell, but I reckon this be one tale worth keepin' a weather eye on! Arrr!