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February 14, 2025

"Ahoy! Vance be raisin' the Jolly Roger for far-right scallywags in his talk to the Euro crew! Arrr!"

Arrr, matey! Vice Captain JD Vance gave Europe a right tongue-lashing fer forgettin' their democratic compass, yet said naught 'bout Captain Trump's parley with the Russians to quell the Ukraine squabble. Soon after, he had a chinwag with President Zelensky, that brave landlubber!

“Blimey! A lad got gobbled up by a whale in Chile, but fear not, he’s back to tell the tale!”

Arrr, whilst paddlin' the treacherous Strait of Magellan, our matey Adrián Simancas found himself in the gaping maw of a humpback! “Blimey!” he bellowed, “I’ve been snatched like a fish ‘n eaten whole!” Aye, that be a whale of a tale, savvy?

Arrr, the fair lass Barbie Hsu, star of 'Meteor Garden,' has sailed to Davy Jones' locker at 48!

Arrr, matey! That lass, she sailed the waves of teen drama, shootin' straight to fame like a cannonball! Aye, she be hostin' the telly and struttin' her stuff on the silver screen too. A true pop idol, she be! Avast, what a treasure she turned out to be!

"Ahoy, mateys! Texas County be raisin' the alarm 'gainst the foul brew o' toxic fertilizer, arr!"

Arrr, matey! Johnson County be beggin' for a lifeline from the federal seas, claimin’ their precious fields be cursed with “forever potions” from that foul witchcraft known as sewage sludge! Aye, they be needin’ a remedy before their crops turn into barnacle-covered treasure!

Arrr, Hamas be lettin’ loose another Yank on Saturday! A right jolly pirate trade, I’d say!

Arrr, Hegseth be claimin’ he and Vance be singin’ the same shanty, even after the VP’s blunderin’ talk!

Arrr, matey! On a fine Friday, the landlubber Defense Sec Hegseth be quizzed 'bout sendin' our brave lads to Ukraine, right after Vice President Vance swore the option be still floatin' like a cannonball in the briny deep! Blimey, what a merry jest!

Arrr, the captain of the UN lookout be claimin' UNRWA be hirin' scallywags supportin' the dark arts of terror!

Arrr, matey! Hillel Neuer be spoutin' tales 'bout the UN's merry crew, claimin' they be swabbin' the decks too close to those scallywags of Hamas! Aye, after their mischief against Israel, the sails be flappin’ with gossip 'bout the Relief Agency, savvy?

Arrr! With a plunderin' shovel, we be diggin' up Roman treasure beneath yon office o' dreary London! Ha-ha!

Arrr, matey! This here ancient basilica be older than a sea turtle's tale, and 'twas once the very heart o' Roman London, says the fine folk at the Museum o' London Archaeology! Aye, a right jolly sight it must've been, with all them Romans runnin' about!

Arrr, China be sayin’ the U.S. should steer the ship on Trump’s fancy weapon wranglin’! What a hullabaloo!

Arrr, President Trump be callin’ on China and Russia to trim their war chests and put a cap on their boomsticks! But lo and behold, China be replyin’, “Ye first, matey!” Aye, it be a fine game of hot potatoes on the high seas of diplomacy!

Arrr, Ukrainians be worryin’ peace’ll leave ‘em stuck like a shipwrecked swab, far from their lost treasure!

Arrr, matey! The scallywags be grumblin' at the thought of givin' up land to the Russian sea dogs! 'Tis like hackin' off a sailor's limb and then sayin', “Aye, just keep it as it be!” Blimey, that be a right jolly jest!

"Arrr! Russian flyin’ contraption bonked Chernobyl’s glowin’ shield, says the scallywags of Ukraine! Blast it, what a ruckus!"

Arrr, President Zelensky be callin' the damage "mighty significant," yet claims no glowin' fish in the waters! Meanwhile, a scallywag from the Kremlin be swearin' on his parrot's life that Russia ain't the villain in this tale! Blimey, what a right merry mess!

Arrr! Ukraine be pointin' fingers at Russia for a drone raid on Chernobyl’s shell, says Zelenskyy, “It be a mess!”

Arrr, matey! A scallywag drone be hittin' the protective hull o' the Chernobyl treasure chest on Friday morn! Cap’n Zelenskyy be pointin' his finger at the pesky Russians, claimin' they be the rascals! Avast, what a hullabaloo on the high seas of mischief!

February 13, 2025

"Arrr! Nurses be walkin' the plank after a jolly film threatenin' to send an Israeli bloke to Davy Jones!"

Arrr, matey! Two landlubber nurses down under be gettin' the boot after a scallywag video be showin' 'em threatenin' to send Israeli patients to Davy Jones' locker! Aye, 'tis a right jolly mess they be in now! Avast, keep yer cutlasses sheathed, ye salty sea dogs!

Arrr! Scallywags be diggin’ up ancient stone boxes o’ Romans in London, nearly 2,000 tides ago! Savvy?

Avast, me hearties! While diggin' fer treasure at a 32-story tower o' steel in London, them landlubber archaeologists stumbled upon the bones of a Roman basilica, aged ne'er a day less than 2,000! Aye, seems the ancients be havin' their own high-rise, savvy? Arrr!

Arrr, the judge be keepin' Trump’s scallywag scheme to sink U.S.A.I.D. on hold, like a ship lost at sea!

Arrr, matey! Fer another week, the landlubber judge be holdin' tight to a decree, sendin' over 2,000 scallywags to the brig of administrative leave, while makin’ the overseas crew haul their sorry selves back! A fine mess, I say! Avast, what a jolly hullabaloo!

Arrr, the Mexican captain be ponderin' a court battle with Google fer messin’ with the name o' the Gulf o' America!

Arrr, matey! Mexico be thinkin’ of takin’ Google to court fer switchin’ the Gulf o’ Mexico to the Gulf o’ America on their treasure maps! Aye, they be raisin’ a ruckus like a parrot on a hot stove! Avast, what’s next? Claimin’ the whole ocean, I reckon!

Arrr, Ukraine be seekin’ a seat at the peace parley, while Trump be tossin’ ‘em some jolly reassurances, matey!

Arrr! Captain Zelensky of Ukraine and his merry band o’ European sea dogs be frettin’ they’ll be missin’ the parley ‘twixt Captain Trump an’ the Russian scallywag to put a stop to this squabble. Blimey, what a hullabaloo! They be hopin’ their names ain’t left off the treasure map!

Arrr, Cyclone Zelia be settin' sail fer the shores of Pilbara, ready to stir up some mischief, matey!

Arrr, matey! A tempest be brewin’ to strike the land this Friday afternoon, blowin’ winds faster than a cannonball at 180 miles! A port vital to the treasure trade be shut tighter than a fish’s lips! Batten down the hatches and prepare for a jolly good swabbin’!

"Arrr! I reckoned me time be up when a whale gobbled me whole, caught on film like a jolly jest!"

Arrr, a scallywag kayaker be countin' his lucky stars! He found himself gobbled whole by a great humpback beast off the coast of Chilean Patagonia, only to be spat out like a moldy biscuit! Aye, 'tis a whale of a tale, matey!

"Avast! Four souls sent to Davy Jones, 26 more singed in a kerfuffle at the grub emporium in Taiwan!"

Arrr, mateys! A blast at the Shin Kong Mitsukoshi treasure house in Taichung sent four landlubbers to Davy Jones' locker and 26 more sportin' bruises! Blimey, talk about a shopping spree gone awry! The authorities be shakin' their heads, I tells ye!

Arrr, Vance be sailin' through Dachau, spoutin' of wickedness, ’fore parley at Munich’s grand meetin’! Blimey!

Arrr! Vice Captain JD Vance and his lass Usha be sailin' to the cursed shores of Dachau, where they be meetin' the ancient sea dog Abba Naor, a survivor of the dark times. He spoke of the "unspeakable wickedness" that lurked there, like a ghostly kraken of old!

"Arrr! Zelensky be sayin’ the Yanks must chat with the Ruskies ‘bout ol’ Ukraine, or walk the plank!"

Arrr, me hearties! Rumors be flyin’ o’er the briny deep that Cap’n Trump and Cap’n Putin be settin' their sights on makin’ Ukraine walk the plank at the NATO parley in Brussels! Blimey, the sea be gettin’ choppy in these waters, eh?

Arrr! Russia be sayin’ Trump 'n' Putin saved us from Davy Jones’ locker, while the EU be eyein’ foul play!

Arrr, me hearties! Dmitry Medvedev be sayin' that the chinwag 'twixt Captain Trump and Captain Putin pulled us from the jaws of Davy Jones and the Apocalypse! Aye, ‘tis a fine jest indeed, like a parrot flyin’ a ship!

"Arrr! U.S. be sendin' landlubbers from Asia to Panama, like tossin' barnacles overboard!"

Arrr, matey! This here shift be like hoistin' the sails for a fresh raid in the Trump crew’s grand scheme o' bootin' landlubbers! Aye, it lets 'em shoo away the scallywags faster than a cannonball when their own ports be too scared to take 'em back!

"Arrr! A landlubber's mad steering sent dozens to Davy Jones' locker at a Munich ruckus, matey!"

Arrr, me hearties! The landlubbers reckon that scallywag’s crashin' into the union's shindig was no accident, but a dastardly plot! The rapscallion be a 24-year-old Afghan matey, known to the law like a fish to water. Avast, what a fine pickle we be in!

Arrr, matey! Russia be sendin' drones like cannonballs after Trump and Putin had a chinwag! What a scallywag move!

Arrr, me hearties! The squawkin' birds o' Ukraine be tellin' tales of a midnight raid by pesky drones! Just the day before, the ol' sea dog Trump be chattin’ with both Putin and Zelenskyy, like a parley on the high seas! Avast, what a ruckus!

Arrr, matey! Reagan’s strong arms be helpin’ Trump sail smooth seas with Taiwan, says the crew!

Arrr! The Ronald Reagan crew set sail to Taiwan whilst the U.S. ship be changin’ captains, a fresh crew in Taipei, and the Chinese be throwin’ their weight about like a drunken sailor. A right jolly time fer all, I say! Avast, me hearties!

Avast! Aid be flyin’ into Gaza, while the truce be holdin’ like a sailor’s last grog! Arrr!

Arrr, matey! Hamas be sayin’ the folks tryin’ to parley be hard at work, tryin’ to swab the decks and patch the leaks after their truce hit a stormy sea! Aye, ‘tis a right pickle they be in!

"Arrr! A landlubber in Munich cannonballed into a scallywag crowd, just as Vance and his ilk were settin' sail!"

Arrr, me hearties! A ruckus broke out in Munich, where a scallywag in a chariot plowed through a throng o' folk, leavin' at least 20 in a pickle! And just as the big wigs be settin' sail for a security shindig! Talk about crashin' the party! Har har!

"Yarr, U.S. and Russia be makin' nice, leavin' Ukraine in a pickle, like a ship lost at sea!"

Arrr, matey! Trump be makin’ waves with Vlad the Impaler and lookin’ fer treasure in Ukraine’s belly! Zelensky be shiverin’ in his boots, worryin’ ‘bout his shiny gems while the captain be plottin’ a grand heist! Avast, me hearties, the seas be gettin’ rough!

Arrr, Hegseth be sayin' that Trump and Putin's parley ain't no treachery 'gainst Ukraine, just a jolly rum chat!

Arrr, me hearties! The scallywags of Europe be frettin’ that Ukraine might be tossed overboard in them peace talks! Aye, 'tis a fine mess when ye leave a shipmate adrift while others parley. Avast, let’s keep all hands on deck, I say!

Arrr! German lubbers be caught 'twixt Russia's sly tricks and Musk's tall tales, sailin' a sea o' muddled truths!

Arrr, matey! In the grand seas of Euro-votin’, since that scallywag Trump’s return to the helm, two crafty crews be settin’ their sights on Germany, tryin’ to hoist their flags and sway the good folk! Avast, what a jolly tussle ‘tis! Aye, let the games begin!

Arrr, Hamas be claimin’ they’ll set loose more Israeli landlubbers on Saturday, as they promised, savvy?

Arrr, mateys! On the morrow's tide, them Hamas scallywags be settin' the Israeli hostages free, just as they be claimin’! Aye, the news be spillin' from The Associated Press, so grab yer grog and prepare for a right jolly spectacle! Yarrr!

February 12, 2025

"Arrr! Aussie health scallywags tossed overboard fer scarin’ away the Israeli landlubbers seekin’ a doctor’s care!"

Arrr, Prime Minister Anthony Albanese be spewin' words o' fury, callin' them foul utterances “sickenin' and shameful,” all caught on the black spot o’ video. Aye, amidst a tide o’ scallywags spoutin’ their antisemitic blather, the good captain be takin’ a stand! Avast, ye landlubbers!

Arrr! The Czech landlubbers' dam be halted by red tape, so crafty beavers forged their own fine fortress!

Arrr! In the year o' our Lord 2018, we charted a grand dam scheme near Prague's old battleground, but land squabbles kept us at bay. Lo and behold! Local beavers be the true scallywags, buildin' dams and savin' the king's coin—over a million doubloons, they did! Savvy?

Arrr, Egypt be spillin’ the beans on fixin’ Gaza, but ne’er a peep ‘bout joinin’ forces with the landlubber US!

Arrr, matey! Word from the sands o' Egypt be tellin' of a grand scheme to fix the Gaza Strip, but blow me down! They be forgettin' to ask the Yanks and the Israelis fer a hand! Aye, what a right jolly muddle that be!

Arrr, Trump be claimin' a parley with Putin be the start o' a peace deal for Ukraine, savvy?

Arrr, mateys! In their first parley o' Trump’s second reign, the scallywags be jawin' 'bout puttin' an end to the Ukraine fracas, so said the captain! Aye, let’s hope they don’t be sailin’ in circles like a ship lost in a fog!

Arrr, Ukraine be tryin' to charm Trump to swap shiny rocks for a treasure map! Aye, savvy?

Arrr, President Trump be seekin’ a bargain fer shiny rocks from Ukraine in return fer some treasure! Aye, them Ukrainian mates be long tryin’ to tickle his fancy, hopin' he’d play his usual game o’ trade like a crafty sea dog!

Arrr! Hegseth be sayin’ returnin' to Ukraine's old maps be as likely as findin’ treasure in Davy Jones’ locker!

Arrr, on his maiden voyage to foreign shores, the new sea dog of defense be tellin' his mates, even them NATO scallywags, that true peace be comin' only from a good squint at the ol' battleground! Aye, keep yer spyglass sharp, ye landlubbers!

Avast, mateys! U.N. be sayin’ Bangladesh’s protests be akin to a scallywag’s crime against humanity! Har har!

Arrr, me hearties! In a ruckus led by landlubber students, ol' Prime Minister Sheikh Hasina went on a rampage, sending 1,400 souls to Davy Jones' locker, say the U.N. That be a right bloody mess, aye? Let’s hoist the sails and steer clear of such squalls!

Arrr! The US be settin' free that scallywag Vinnik for Fogel, says the official! A right merry trade, aye!

Arrr, matey! The good ol' U.S. be settin' free the Russian scallywag Alexander Vinnik to barter fer that landlubber Marc Fogel! Aye, ‘tis a fine trade, says a Trumpy matey. Let’s toast to swappin’ prisoners like treasure, savvy?

Arrr! The UN be stoppin' aid in Yemen, 'cause scallywags be snatchin' their crew! What a jolly pickle!

Arrr, the United Nations be hoistin' the sails on their aid mission in northern Saada, after them scallywag rebels snagged eight more of their crew! Aye, in a time when the seas be churnin' with the worst of hardships, the UN be takin' a wee break!

Arrr, matey! The fiercest brawls o' the Ukraine war be brewin' right in the belly o' the Russian beast!

Arrr, The Times be chattin’ with Russian sea dogs claimin’ they’re in a right scuffle tryin’ to budge them pesky Ukrainian mateys from a wee bit o’ Russian turf! Meanwhile, the landlubbers be shiverin’ in fear of a mighty doomsday! Avast, what a rum tale!

Arrr! Kremlin be squawkin’ ‘bout Uncle Sam lettin’ a Russian fish outta his watery prison, savvy?

Arrr, matey! Moscow be shoutin’ that a Russian scallywag in the U.S. dungeon will be set free, aye, “in the blink of an eye” after they let loose an American landlubber who teaches young buccaneers! What a merry trade of prisoners, arrr!

"Arrr! Myanmar mates' hopes o' settlin' in the States sunk by Trump’s orders, like a ship in a stormy sea!"

Avast, me hearties! President Trump be playin' the scallywag, stoppin' the flow o' wayward souls seekin' safe havens, cuttin' off the treasure for aid, and leavin' democracy adrift like a lost ship! Chaos be the name of the game, and it be a right jolly mess! Arrr!

"Avast! Aussie healers be makin' threats, claimin' to have offed some Jews, all caught on their spyglass!"

Avast ye! Two Aussie sea dogs be accused of hurlin' threats at an Israeli matey through the magic of video! They be claimin' they’ve sent patients to Davy Jones’ locker based on where they hail from. Blimey, what a right jolly hullabaloo on the high seas of healthcare!

"Arrr! Canada be makin' a fentanyl chief, heedin' Trump’s call, lest they walk the plank o' tariffs!"

Arrr, matey! Canadian captain Trudeau be sendin' ol' Mountie Kevin Brosseau to wrangle them devilish fentanyl beasts, all 'cause Trump be threatenin' to toss some tariffs our way! Aye, what a jolly hullabaloo on the high seas of politics! Avast, let the pillagin' begin!

Avast, me hearties! Rubio be sayin' Fogel’s free from Russian clutches 'cause Trump’s got a mighty fine swagger! Arrr!

Arrr, matey! On the high seas of politics, Secretary Rubio be shoutin’ that ol’ Marc Fogel be sailin’ free from the Russian brig, all thanks to a mighty strong captain sittin’ in the White House! Aye, ‘tis a tale of jolly good fortune for us landlubbers!

February 11, 2025

"Arrr! Freed matey Marc Fogel be settin' sail fer the land o' liberty after bein' a prisoner in the icy seas o' Russia!"

Arrr, matey! Marc Fogel, a wayward American sailor, be finally back on U.S. soil after bein’ locked up in the Russian brig since 2021! He sailed home after some chinwag with the Trump crew. Bet he’s feelin' more free than a parrot on a pirate's shoulder!

Arrr! Netanyahu and Hamas be throwin’ threats like cannonballs, sinkin' the truce to Davy Jones’ locker, savvy?

Arrr, matey! The Israeli captain be soundin’ the alarm, for the scallywags of Hamas be sayin’ they’ll be holdin’ onto their prisoners tighter than a ship’s anchor! No more treasure exchanges on the horizon, just a hearty laugh at this merry game of cat and mouse!

"Arrr matey! Family be shoutin’, ‘This landlubber ain't no scallywag!’ as he’s tossed to Guantánamo Bay!"

Arrr, matey! Luis Alberto Castillo set sail to the land o' liberty to bestow treasures upon his lad, or so his sister claimed. But lo and behold, whilst perusin' the scrolls of TikTok, she be discoverin' he be bound for Guantánamo instead! A fine twist o' fate, that!

"Arrr! Italian scallywags nabbed 181 knaves, givin' Cosa Nostra a right proper smackin'! Avast, me hearties!"

Arrr, a heap o' scallywags thought to be in cahoots with the raucous mob got themselves nabbed on Tuesday night! The ruckus in Palermo and nearby was fit for a jolly ol' sea shanty, me hearty! A fine catch for the law, aye!

Arrr, American matey Marc Fogel be free from Davy Jones' Russian clutches! Time for rum and raucous laughter!

Arrr, mateys! A landlubber teacher from the colonies, caught in the clutches of the Russian sea serpents, be sailin’ back to the good ol’ U.S. of A! The Trump crew be spillin’ the beans on this merry news, just in time for a hearty grog! Avast, what a tale!

Arrr, the Gaza truce be teeterin' like a tipsy sailor 'fore Trump’s chinwag with the Jordanian king!

Arrr! Hamas and that scallywag Trump be threatenin' to toss the peace treaty overboard! Wise folks reckon their bluster be naught but wind, yet this truce might sink like a ship in a storm come early March! Avast, me hearties!

Arrr! Ukrainian scallywags be buyin’ shiny nuke boxes! Hope they don’t blow the ship, me hearties!

Arrr, matey! The scallywags be squawkin' 'bout gold galore to fix Ukraine's tattered lanterns, claimin' it’ll take an eternity and let the wicked pirates of corruption aboard! Aye, they be more worried 'bout their doubloons than the landlubbers’ light!

Arrr! U.N. be hoistin' the sails, stoppin' aid 'cause them Houthis be holdin' more crew than a treasure ship!

Arrr, mateys! A U.N. parley be givin’ word that 24 scallywags have been snagged since 2021! Them Iran-backed rascals, the Houthis, be claimin’ ‘tis a matter of spyin’ and meddlin’. A fine mess, I say! Avast ye, keep yer secrets tight, or ye may find the brig awaits!

Arrr! Israel be callin' the Palestinian ruse a right scallywag's trick fer claimin' they stopped the treasure fer terror!

Arrr, matey! Rumors be flyin’ ‘bout the Palestinian crew scrapbin’ their “pay for slay” treasure scheme! But skeptics be shoutin’ foul! One Israeli scallywag dubbed it a “deception scheme,” like a parrot pretending to be a sailor. Avast, who be trustin’ a pirate’s promise?

Avast, mateys! A treasure trove o’ practice bombs be unearthed at a playground in England—time to play 'boom'!

Arrr, me hearties! During our treasure diggin’, we stumbled upon some practice cannonballs, aye! They be dangerous blighters, I tell ye. The landlubbers in charge be sayin’ there might be more hidden loot—er, I mean bombs—awaitin’ to surprise us! Best keep yer wits about ye!

Arrr! The cease-fire be as sturdy as a soggy biscuit, say the savvy sea dogs!

Arrr, matey! Hamas and that landlubber Trump be threatenin’ to sink the truce ship! Wise seafarers say their bluster be naught but hot air, yet I wouldn't wager a doubloon on this deal makin’ it past the first winds of March! Avast!

Arrr, the Israeli scallywags be gatherin’ as the heat on them Hamas lubbers for a truce be risin’!

Arrr, after them scallywags at Hamas vowed to delay the freeing of the captured kin, President Trump bellowed like a stormy sea! “Release ‘em by Saturday, or ye best be ready for a ruckus of monstrous proportions!” Aye, the winds be blowin’ fierce!

"Arrr, can them landlubber Europeans lend a hand to guard Ukraine’s treasure, or be they just blowin’ hot air?"

Arrr, savvy matey! To keep ol’ Russia from settin’ sail to Ukraine again, we be needin’ a fine crew of 150,000 scallywags, with Uncle Sam providin' the skies, spy tales, and cannonball shields, say the wise sea dogs! Now, that be a jolly tall order!

Arrr, Trump be stirrin' the pot! Pirates say, "No treasure left in Gaza, matey!" Debate’s hotter than a cannonball!

Arrr, President Trump be hoistin' the sails fer Palestinian scallywags to skedaddle from Gaza! Some be thinkin' it's a lifeboat, while others swear they'll stick to the ship 'til the very end. A right ruckus, it be! Avast, mateys, choose yer destiny!

Arrr! Venezuelan birds flew to the States fer rogues, but returned with nearly 200 scallywags in tow!

Arrr, matey! Two flying contraptions from the land of Venezuela sailed back from El Paso on Monday, carryin’ near 200 scallywags who be trespassin’ in the lands of the yanks. A right merry homecoming, I say!

February 10, 2025

"Arrr! A bus took a dive off the bridge in Guate, sendin' 53 souls to Davy Jones' locker! Blimey!"

Arrr, matey! At the crack o' dawn, a rickety bus be crashin' into fine ships on a grand bridge in Guatemala's heart! It took a nosedive into the depths o' a ravine, leavin' the crew wonderin' if they be sailin' the seas or dancin' with Davy Jones! Ha ha!

"Yarr! Tales o' torment from Israeli hostages have the rest o' the crew shakin' in their boots!"

Arrr! The freed mateys be spoutin' tales o' hunger, while kin o' the captured scallywags in Gaza be hearin' whispers of torment from the officials! A right grim saga, I tell ye, fit for a sea shanty or a hearty laugh at the tavern!

"Set sail, ye scallywags! The ships whisk back landlubbers from the U.S. to Venezuela, what a jolly jest!"

Arrr, matey! The ships that sailed from Fort Bliss be a grand triumph for Cap’n Trump, who be swearin’ to send the landlubbers packin’! Aye, the high seas of deportation be callin’, and the crew be laughin’ all the way to Davy Jones’ locker!

Arrr, matey! Ecuador’s treasure hunt for a captain hits the high seas again—conservative vs. lefty lawyer in a duel!

Arrr, matey! In the merry month of April, the good folk of Ecuador be settin' sail for a grand decision! ‘Twixt the swashbucklin' conservative Daniel Noboa and the lefty lass Luisa González, they’ll pick their captain! But beware, crime be lurkin' like a scallywag on the high seas!

Arrr, young lass of France, just 11, met her doom by the schoolyard! Now the scallywags be investigatin’!

Arrr, me hearties! The French scallywags be searchin’ high and low, for a wee lass of eleven, gone missing and now found cold as a kraken’s hug in the woods by her school! Aye, it’s a right murky business, fit for a pirate’s tale!

Arrr, matey! Trump be sayin' the Palestinians ain't settin' sail back to Gaza, savvy? A right jolly mess, it be!

Arrr, President Trump be chattin' with the Fox News crew, proclaimin' he’ll patch up the Gaza Strip, savvy? And he plans to stash its crew in a “permanent place” far from their current haunt! Aye, me hearties, what a jolly ol' treasure hunt that be!

Arrr, Hamas be halting hostage handovers, claimin' Israel be breakin' the truce like a landlubber with a leaky barrel!

Arrr, me hearties! Delayin’ the next batch o’ hostages from the Gaza Strip, set to sail this weekend, be stirrin’ up fresh troubles fer our wobbly truce! Aye, 'tis a right ruckus that may scuttle hopes for peace on this rough, stormy sea of a war!

Avast, matey! Israeli scallywags storm two dusty tomes in East Jerusalem—seeking treasure, but find naught but stories! Arrr!

Arrr, the constables be claimin' them shops be peddlin' tomes of terror! Two scallywags from the family got clapped in irons, savvy? A legal swab be shoutin' that their capture be more about politics than any law, aye! What a jolly mess, matey!

"Arrr, me hearty! Zelenskyy says Trump’s offer be fair fer a swashbucklin’ alliance o' security! Aye, let’s parley!"

Arrr, matey! Zelenskyy be ready to strike a bargain with Trump, ye see? He’ll be tossin’ rare-earth treasures to the Yanks in return for some jolly ol' security! A trade of shiny rocks for a bit o' peace—what a scallywag deal, I say! Ho ho!

"Gather 'round, mateys! 'Tis time fer the Monday Chatter 'fore we set sail on the seas o' chaos!"

Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round fer a jolly tale! Our Captain Trump be raisin' the tariff flags high, like a ship's sail catchin' the wind! Brace yerselves for a ruckus in the treasure chest, for gold be tight as a barnacle on a ship’s hull! Arrr, may the spoils be plentiful!

Arrr, Trump sunk a grand tale o’ nature! They be still tryin’ to hoist it up, savvy?

Arrr, matey! The first scribblin' o' the grand scroll on America’s treasures o' soil, sea, and beastie be still 'bout weeks from bein' done. The cap'n o' the crew be shoutin', “This venture be too fine to walk the plank!” Har har har!

"Did that scallywag Maduro give the nod to send a poor soul to Davy Jones' locker in Chile?"

Ahoy, mateys! Word be spreadin’ of Ronald Ojeda’s remains, trapped in solid concrete down in Chile! 'Tis a grim jest indeed, for it be raisin’ fears o' how far Capt’n Maduro be willin’ to sail to keep his cursed grip on Venezuela's treasure! Arrr!

Arrr, Trump be hoardin' the doubloons for clean wind 'n sun, leavin' GOP ports high and dry! Ha!

Arrr matey! Aye, 'tis a curious jest! Eighty percent o' the treasure from Biden's green scheme be fillin' the coffers of them Republican scallywags! Now, tryin' to cut the spoils be causin' a right ruckus 'mongst the crew! Hoist the sails and grab the grog!

Arrr, Trump be vowin’ the US shall own Gaza, with them Middle East mates helpin' patch up the wreckage!

Arrr, President Trump be settin' his sights on snatchin' Gaza for the good ol' U.S.A! He be sayin' he might let them fancy Middle Eastern gents fix it up a bit. A right jolly plan, eh? A pirate’s life for real estate, I say!

February 9, 2025

Arrr, matey! A sea dog be found in the wreckage of a snoopin' bird that went splat in the Philippines!

Arrr, mateys! The salty sea dogs of the military be saying that a brave U.S. Marine, one Sgt. Jacob M. Durham from sunny California, took a tumble from the skies in the Philippines last week. 'Tis a tragic tale, but the sea be callin’ for him now!

"Cap'n of the sausage fleet meets Davy Jones in a flying contraption—arr, what a sorrowful day for cured meats!"

Arrr, me hearties! The captain o' Rovagnati, Lorenzo, met his fate in a flying contraption near Parma! Aye, the salami and prosciutto be mournin’ his loss. Mayhaps he thought he could sail the skies! Avast, a tragic tale for a jolly crew!

"Israeli scallywags be skedaddlin' from the Netzarim passage in Gaza, leavin' naught but a whiff of cannon smoke!"

Arrr, matey! In the scallywag skirmish with them Hamas rascals, our brave buccaneers be prowlin’ the Netzarim passage, keepin’ the landlubbers at bay, lest they scuttle back north after bein’ booted out! A right jolly mess, it be! Avast, the high seas of politics be a treacherous tide!

Arrr, behold! A rare beastie snapped in Poland's wilds, like findin’ treasure in a landlubber's pocket!

Arrr, matey! A band o' tree-huggin' scallywags in Poland be studyin' those crafty beavers when, lo and behold, they spied two rare black wolves frolickin' in the woods! Aye, those sneaky furballs be caught on film last year, makin' mischief like true sea rogues!

"Ahoy, mateys! Monday's gossip: The final bulwark 'gainst Trump’s orders, or just a ship o' fools?"

Arrr, matey! A jolly romp o'er the high seas o' cussin'! A fine examination o' the art o' foulmouthin', where landlubbers and scallywags alike be learnin' to unleash a hearty "blimey!" or a raucous "shiver me timbers!" with the flair o' true buccaneers!

"Arrr! A mighty tempest brews as D.E.I. lingo be tossed overboard in the sciences, by thunder!"

Arrr, matey! That scallywag Trump be changin' the tides of science, takin' the winds from the sails of research! Even landlubbers outside the government be feelin' the storm, say the savvy swabs! Avast, what be next? A treasure map to knowledge locked in a chest? Har har!

Arrr, Trump be squabblin' with South Africa over land laws, while makin' deals with scallywags across the sea!

Arrr, matey! Trump be swingin' his mighty quill, slashin' aid and givin' refuge to the Afrikaner sea dogs of South Africa! The land bill be stirrin' up a ruckus, turnin' the whole place into a right ruckus, like a parrot on a barrel of rum! Avast, what a hullabaloo!

"An American swabbe ventured to Ukraine, now he's a guest o' the Russian brigands—captured, arrr matey!"

Ahoy matey! Stephen Hubbard, a true sea-roamer, set sail fer Ukraine, only to find the winds of war blowin' in chains, torment, and a dank cell! Now, as he reaches the grand age of 73, let’s raise a mug to this salty dog’s wild adventures! Arrr!

Arrr, Angela Merkel be hangin' up her sea boots, yet still on the parchment! A crafty lass indeed!

Arrr, matey! If there be one thing that sails the ship o' Germany's election, 'tis the grand ol' chancellor's shadow they all be dodgin'! The crew be sour on his legacy, like a barrel o' rotten grog! Avast, no one wants to walk the plank with that scallywag!

Arrr! Trump’s tariff bluster beakin’ the U.S.-Canada ship, leavin’ us adrift on a sea of ruckus!

Arrr, matey! The good folk o' Canada be burstin' with pride, what with Captain Trump threatenin' to hoist hefty tariffs and snatch their shores! Aye, this squabble be leavin' a rift deeper than Davy Jones' locker! Aye, it be a rollickin' time on the high seas of diplomacy!

Arrr! Parents of the slain lad be beggin' Trump for aid after them scallywags released a hostage!

Arrr! The kin o' the slain Israeli-American lad, Hersh Goldberg-Polin, be beggin' President Trump to hoist the sails and bring back the 76 poor souls still in Davy Jones’ locker! Aye, let’s fill the ship with their jolly spirits, lest we all be drinkin’ grog in sorrow!

"Ahoy, Dad! I returned from Davy Jones’ locker! Israeli hostages spill the beans on their wild misadventures!"

Arrr, me hearties! The captives released 'fore Saturday's parley be dancin’ with glee, singin’ shanties of joy! But, shiver me timbers, tales of their torments be slippin’ out like a slippery fish! Aye, the seas be wild, but their spirits be high!

"Avast ye, mateys! Gather 'round for the scuttlebutt on Ecuador's grand election for captain of the ship!"

Arrr, mateys! As the scallywags trudge to the polls this Sunday, fear not, for the specters of violence, joblessness, and a cursed energy storm be weighin' heavy on their minds! Aye, what a fine mess we’ve found ourselves in!

"Arrr! Ye European sea lords be givin' a glimmer o' hope to Italy's toxic treasure isle!"

Arrr, the European Court o' Human Rights be givin' Italy a right good scoldin' fer lettin' its land be a toxic treasure trove! With cancer scourge a'plenty, the landlubbers be sayin', "Aye, 'tis high time fer a cleanin'!" Avast, let the land breathe free, ye scallywags!

February 8, 2025

"Arrr! Listen up, mateys! Here be the tale of Uncle Sam's treasure stash and Captain Trump's frosty hold!"

Arrr, me hearties! The landlubbers be squawkin' that Cap'n Trump's decree be makin' the good ol' U.S. a ship of fools upon the high seas of global respect! Aye, they be wonderin' if we still be flyin' the flag or just hoistin' a soggy rag! Har har!

Arrr, mates! Behold! Scallywags in Spain plot to hoist the sails of Europe to greatness once more! Avast!

Arrr, in the taverns of Madrid, the scallywags of Europe’s far-right did cast aside their quakin' boots ‘bout Trump’s blusterin’ threats! Instead, they plotted ‘gainst a common foe—the dreaded European Union! Avast, me hearties, let’s make mischief together! 🍻🏴‍☠️

Arrr, a scallywag mural, marred and mad, now sails to Rome’s treasure of sorrow—a jolly ol’ Shoah Museum!

Arrr matey! That scallywag aleXsandro Palombo be shoutin’ from the crow’s nest! His mighty murals of Holocaust survivors be gettin’ a right bashing in Italy, all due to some bilge-sucking antisemitic scoundrels! Aye, what a sorry lot they be, makin’ waves where there should be calm seas!

"Arrr, Hamas be makin' scrawny Israeli landlubbers thank their captors before settin' 'em free—what a jolly jest!"

Arrr, matey! The ruckus over the latest hostage swap in Gaza be boilin' the blood of the Israeli sea dogs! Aye, ‘tis stirrin' up more confusion than a parrot with a cork leg 'bout the next steps in this here cease-fire jig! Avast, what a hullabaloo!

"Yonder U.S.A.I.D. scallywags prepare to weather the storm, or be swallowed by Davy Jones’ belly! Arrr!"

Arrr, me hearties! A wise judge be stoppin’ the scallywags’ plot to sink the agency! But lo! A verdict be takin' its sweet time, leavin' thousands adrift in the sea of uncertainty. So grab yer rum and wait, ‘cause it be a long voyage ahead!

"Arrr, matey! Trump be wantin’ not to tango with Iran like he did with that pesky Kim, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! This week, Captain Trump be sayin' he be wantin' to parley with Iran to scuttle their nuclear mischief. But beware, savvy! One wise sea-dog reckon it might be another wild venture like tryin' to tame the North Korean kraken! Aye, treacherous waters ahead!

Arrr, matey! After 491 moons in Davy Jones' locker, a poor soul's freed, but his kin be swimmin' with the fishes!

Arrr, matey! Eli Sharabi be back from the clutches of them scallywags after 491 sunrises, but alas, he sails home to an empty ship, for his fair lass and two wee buccaneers met Davy Jones on the fateful day of October 7th! What a cruel sea, indeed!

Arrr! A band o’ landlubber experts be sayin’ that scallywag nurse Lucy Letby be innocent! What next, a parrot speaks?

Arrr, matey! It be said Lucy Letby, a scallywag accused of sendin' seven wee babes to Davy Jones’ locker, be claimin' foul play! A new scroll whispers she be a victim o' a grand misfire of justice. Aye, the seas o' truth be murky indeed!

"Arrr! Hamas be lettin' loose three more landlubber captives in a high-seas bartering shenanigan, savvy?"

Arrr matey! Them hostages be lookin’ as weak as a shipwrecked seagull, forced to prattle on by the scallywags o’ Hamas. Now, word from the crow’s nest be that Israel's settin’ free near 180 landlubber prisoners! A fine trade for a bit o’ rum, savvy?

Arrr, Modi's scallywags be sailin' the seas of Delhi, claimin' victory in the electoral treasure hunt!

Arrr, matey! The winds o' change be blowin' strong in New Delhi, as the assembly's treasure be slippin' from the grasp of the Bharatiya Janata Party, like a slippery fish! For nigh on thirty years they've tried, but the tides be favorin' new scallywags now! Har har har!

"Jestin’ with Death’s own crew, we be laughin’ in the face of doom, matey! A right merry jest!"

Arrr, matey! While the silver screen be showin’ tales of woe, the landlubbers be laughin’ like scallywags! What’s a poor theatergoer to do, eh? Yarr, me hearties, mayhaps join in the mirth or toss a popcorn at the jesters!

"Avast! Behold the three scallywags set free on Saturday, like treasure plundered from a rival ship!"

Arrr, matey! The trio o' scallywags be free, mark ye! 'Tis the fifth swap o' landlubbers for sea dogs, all part o' a truce 'twixt the rascals Hamas and Israel. A jolly ol’ game o' prisoners, if ye ask me! Avast, what a merry dance!

"Arrr! Hamas be lettin’ three landlubbers go as part of a peace truce with them Israeli scallywags!"

Arrr, on Saturday, those scallywags of Hamas released three poor souls in swap for a shipload of Palestinian mates, all part o’ that ceasefire parley they struck with the landlubbers o’ Israel. A fine trade, if ye ask me, but where be me rum?

February 7, 2025

Arrr! Captain Trump be sayin', “We’ll parley with North Korea—me matey Kim be a grand treasure!” Ha!

Arrr, President Trump did parley with the noble Shigeru Ishiba at the grand White House! He bragged like a rooster 'bout his jolly good chums with that scallywag Kim Jong Un from his first voyage into power. Blimey, what a tale of swashbucklin' diplomacy!

Trump's grand scheme for Gaza be makin' a right mess o' the Saudi-Israeli deal, like a parrot in me rum!

Arrr, matey! Captain Trump be tryin' to mend the sails 'twixt Saudi and Israel, but his wild notion of shovin' the Palestinians from Gaza be makin' the seas rougher! Aye, that plan be sinkin' faster than a ship full o' rum!

"Arrr, a stream near Buenos Aires be flowin' red, like a scallywag's blood spillin' after a rum-fueled brawl!"

Arrr mateys! A river near yon Argentine town be sportin' a strange vermilion hue this week, makin' the landlubbers worry 'bout foul waters! The officials be sayin' it be from some sort o' organic dye, but I reckon it be the blood of a thousand sea cucumbers!

Arrr, mateys! The captain o' Brazil be sayin', "Nay buyin' gold-plated grub, lest ye sink yer treasure!"

Arrr, mateys! Captain Lula be sayin’ in a jolly ol’ video, “Avast! Don’t be shellin’ out yer doubloons fer fancy grub while the prices be risin’ like a tall ship’s mast!” So, hoard yer treasures, savvy? Feast on the humble fare, ye scallywags!

"Arrr! A ruckus in Sweden’s ports be makin' the landlubber migrants feel like fish in a barrel, savvy?"

Arrr, the scallywag aimed his blunderbuss at a place where landlubbers sought to join our fine crew, even as the captain of the ship had hoisted the sails of strictness, turnin' back the tides of welcome! A right jolly mess, matey!

Arrr, matey! Trudeau be sayin' Trump be plottin' to hoist the Jolly Roger over Canada! What a merry jest!

Arrr, Prime Minister Trudeau be chattin' with the merchant scallywags 'bout Canada’s treasure trove of shiny minerals! He claims that be why ol' Trump be yappin' 'bout makin' our frosty land a part o' the Good Ol' U.S. of A! Aye, what a jolly jest!

Arrr, Netanyahu be sayin', "No treasure in Gaza till we sink the Hamas scallywags, lest the hostages walk the plank!"

Arrr, matey! Netanyahu be shoutin' that Hamas must be sent to Davy Jones' locker! After chattin' with Trump and the landlubbers in Congress, he be worryin' that such fierce talk might sink the chances o' freein' them hostages. A fine pickle, eh? Avast!

"Arrr! Trump’s curses be guardin' our sea dogs and high council, says a scallywag from the ol' NSC!"

Arrr! The scallywags at the International Criminal Court be throwin’ arrest warrants at Israeli captains for defendin’ their ship against them pesky Hamas sea rats! Then, President Trump, the ol’ seadog, gave the court a whackin’, stirrin’ up a storm o’ squawkin’ from the crew!

Arrr! Congo be shovelin’ dirt on its fallen mates after them scallywags launched a ruckus!

Arrr, matey! One lone portrait be tellin' the tale of the grim chore ahead for them poor souls searchin' for a spot fer the dearly departed after a ruckus in Central Africa. Aye, 'tis a right pickle they be in, with no room to bury the lot!

"Avast ye! A sky vessel met the cobblestones in Brazil, sendin’ two scallywags to Davy Jones’ locker, arr!"

Arrr, six landlubbers got a taste of the sky when that scallywag of a plane came crashin’ down! A piece of it gave a bus a mighty wallop, turnin’ it into a seafarin’ vessel—if only it had sails! We be callin’ it the ‘Bus of Misfortune!’

Arrr, in São Paulo, a wee birdy fell from th'sky, sendin' two scallywags to Davy Jones' locker!

Arrr! A wee flying contraption met its doom, crashin' into a land vessel in São Paulo, Brazil, on the day o' Friday! The captain and his first mate went to Davy Jones' locker, while two landlubbers got a bit banged up. Blimey, what a ruckus!

Avast! Trump’s matey be tellin’ Lebanon’s scallywags to shun them pesky Hezbollah buccaneers! Arrr, what a merry jest!

Arrr, matey! Hezbollah be a fierce crew, sailin' under Iran's flag! They've plundered the political seas o' Lebanon fer decades, claimin' their treasure as the mightiest force in the land. Aye, they be part o' the government, like rum in a pirate's belly!

Arrr, the mighty Iran captain be sayin' parley with Trump's crew be as wise as swimmin' with sharks!

Arrr, mateys! The grand captain o’ Iran, Ayatollah Khamenei, be tellin’ his airship crew in Teheran that chattin’ ‘bout nuclear matters with the U.S. be as foolish as a parrot in a storm—no smarts, no honor, just a heap o’ blunderin’! Avast, what a scallywag!

“Arrr, at the draft site in Ukraine, me hearties be waitin’ long to say a tearful farewell, savvy?”

Arrr, the Ukrainian swabs be gatherin' up lads for the fightin'! Kinfolk be clusterin' at a spot by Kyiv, hopin' for a last glimpse of their hearties before they be set sail to the battlefields. Aye, 'tis a bittersweet sight, like a parrot missin' its perch!

Arrr! Pakistan be givin' the boot to a boatload o' Afghan scallywags from the capital, savvy?

Arrr, me hearties! The king’s decree be spottin’ Afghans till March 31 to skedaddle to other shores in Pakistan, right after that scallywag Trump halted the flow o’ refugees to the land o’ the free! A right jolly pickle we be in, I tell ye!

Arrr, Trump’s Gaza scheme be throwin’ a cannonball in the hopes of a merry alliance 'twixt Saudi and Israeli scallywags!

Arrr, President Trump be tryin' to mend fences 'twixt Saudi Arabia and Israel, but blow me down! His scheme to ship the Palestinians outta Gaza be makin' it a right pickle! Aye, the seas be murky for that deal now, matey!

"Me hearties! The ruckus in Sudan be firin’ hot, claimin’ hundreds of scallywags! A right messy squabble, I say!"

Arrr, matey! The landlubbers in the army and the scallywags of the paramilitary crew be clashin' in a ruckus fit for Davy Jones himself, fightin' fer loot and lands in that cursed northeast corner of Africa! Avast, what a mess o’ cannonballs and chaos!

February 6, 2025

Arrr, Trump’s scheme fer Gaza be like a cannonball to the two-state dream, sunk to Davy Jones’ locker!

Arrr, matey! The chances o' conjurin' a Palestinian land next to Israel be as slim as a seagull’s backside, especially if the U.S. sails in and scoops up Gaza, shovin' the folks off like old barnacles! Blimey, what a hullabaloo that be, eh?

Arrr, matey! A heap o' trials be stuck like barnacles 'cause o' Trump’s USAID shenanigans! Savvy?

Arrr, matey! The order to halt the U.S.A.I.D. jiggery-pokery has left a barnacle-load o' scallywags sportin' fancy potions and gizmos in their guts, but alas! No doc to tend their woes! They be adrift on the sea of uncertainty, I reckon!

Arrr! Netanyahu be handin’ Trump a cheeky trinket that flipped the tide 'gainst them scallywags of Hezbollah!

Arrr, matey! Israeli Captain Netanyahu bequeathed a curious treasure to Captain Trump, a nod to that scallywag pager scheme huntin’ them Hezbollah knaves! 'Tis a jolly jest, fit for the rum-swillin’ crew, aye!

Arrr, matey! Seems the US crew be claimin' Biden's makin' USAID a meddlin' cutlass in their own squabbles!

Arrr, the Trump crew be settin' their sights on the treasure chest o' USAID, slashin' it as if it were naught but a ship's sail! Even ol’ Elon Musk’s DOGE be causin' a ruckus, makin’ both mates and foes raise their eyebrows, savvy? A fine mess indeed, ye scallywags!

Arrr! A US spy ship took a dive in the Philippines, sendin' four buccaneers to Davy Jones' locker!

Avast, matey! On a fateful Thursday, a brave soul o' the U.S. Navy and three scallywag contractors met Davy Jones after their spy ship took a nosedive in the Philippines! Aye, 'tis a fine mess, but I reckon they be havin' a jolly good time in the great beyond!

Arrr, Trump’s scheme fer Gaza be as clear as murky sea, leavin' us wonderin' 'bout the captives and the ruckus!

Arrr, matey! Captain Trump be spoutin' mighty dreams fer his treasure trove, but alas, he forgot to parley 'bout the truce! Aye, ‘tis like settin’ sail without a compass—ye can't plunder peace if ye don't chart the course! Har har har!

"Arrr! Ukraine be callin' Trump’s mateys, them holy landlubbers, for aid to keep the cannons roarin'!"

Arrr, matey! A band o' Ukrainians be settin' sail to the National Prayer Feast in Washington! They be shoutin' that the scurvy Russians be plunderin' the faith o' good Christian souls not bowin' to their Orthodox crown. Aye, it be a right ruckus in the name o' freedom!

"Arrr! Only Trump be the swashbuckler to calm the stormy seas ‘twixt Ukraine and Russia, says our trusty matey!"

Arrr, matey! Hungarian sea dog Szijjártó be chattin' with Fox News, claimin' that Captain Trump be havin' the chops to parley with both Ukraine and Russia, settin' sail to end this ruckus! Aye, if only he could charm a kraken, eh?

"Arrr! As Modi sails to parley with Trump, U.S. be sendin’ scallywags back to India, causing a right ruckus!"

Arrr, word be spreadin' of scallywags mistreatin' poor souls sent adrift, causin' a ruckus in India 'fore Captain Modi sets sail to the grand shores of Washington. Aye, the seas be churnin' with discontent, and the parley be as lively as a crew o' rum-fueled buccaneers!

"Scallywags mock the UN's grand scheme 'gainst antisemitism: a jolly farce with naught but wind in its sails!"

Arrr, matey! The learned sea dogs be scratchin’ their heads, wonderin’ why the U.N. be flounderin’ in its fight against the scallywags o' anti-Jewish loathing! They lack the map to chart these treacherous waters or a cannon to blast the bilge rats! Avast!

Arrr! Japan's cap'n be tryin' to keep the ship steady with Trump at the parley, savvy?

Arrr, Prime Minister Ishiba be sailin' into the Trump ship this Friday, ready to parley 'bout gold coins flowin' to the U.S. and how Japan be keepin' the seas safe! Aye, let the treasure chests and tall tales abound!

"Arrr, for Europe’s sake, Trump be stirrin’ both fear and cheers like a parrot on a treasure chest!"

Arrr, matey! The captain of the American ship be swingin' his tariff sword, but the scallywags of Europe, all puffed up with national pride, be just as keen to hoist their own flags high! A merry jibe, for they care not for foreign winds!

Arrr, matey! Trump’s grand plan be a sneaky treasure map for plunderin’ the fine lands o’ Palestine!

Arrr! The swabs in Israel’s right quarter, along with them fervent sea dogs from the States and Trump’s merry crew, be makin' a ruckus, clamorin’ for Israel to snatch up more land like a greedy sailor eyeing a chest of gold! Avast, what mischief they brew!

Arrr, matey! Trump’s cunning Gaza scheme be riddled with snags, with that scallywag Hamas bein' the most troublesome!

Arrr, matey! President Trump be suggestin' to “claim” Gaza and ship its crew elsewhere, stirrin' up a storm o' mockery and scorn! A cheeky opening gambit, it be, that might just shake the ol' diplomatic seas! Avast, what a merry jest, eh?

Arrr, Zelenskyy be wishin’ fer nukes or NATO, but Kellogg says the odds be slim as a scurvy dog!

Arrr, matey! President Zelenskyy be sayin’ Kyiv be needin’ NATO flags or some fiery cannonballs to fend off the scallywags from Russia, while Trump’s special envoy sails to Europe, seekin’ parley with the crew! Aye, a right jolly hullabaloo on the high seas of diplomacy!

February 5, 2025

"Arrr, in Trump's jumbled scroll, he be claimin' Gaza as his treasure! Aye, what a smelly fish that be!"

Arrr, the captain o' the ship had yapped ‘bout his grand scheme fer weeks, yet ne'er a parley was held! His trusty crew be flabbergasted, caught be surprise like a landlubber in a squid's embrace! Blimey, it be a right jolly mess, matey!

"Arrr! Valérie André, brave French sky sailor, has sailed to Davy Jones at the ripe old age of 102!"

Arrr, matey! This lass be the first wench to soar the skies in perilous lands like Indochina and Algeria, pluckin' lost souls from the briny deep! She also be the first French beauty to don the general’s hat! A true swashbucklin’ wonder, she be, savvy?

Arrr! Trump be sayin' trade Ukraine's shiny rocks fer more booty from the good ol’ U.S. ship!

Avast ye! Ukraine be shoutin' loud that if the good ol' U.S. lends a hand in their scallywag battles, they might just plunder a treasure trove of shiny minerals like lithium and uranium! Aye, riches await for those brave enough to sail the stormy seas!

Arrr! Vice Vice President Sara be walkin’ the plank—impeached and headin’ fer a Senate showdown, savvy?

Arrr, mateys! It be said that the fair Vice Captain Sara Duterte be up to no good, with whispers of gold pilferin’ and schemes to send the captain to Davy Jones’ locker! A right scallywag, she be! Avast, what a tale for the high seas!

"Ahoy! Both mates and scallywags scorn Trump's grand Gaza schemes: 'More woes and fresh grudges on the horizon!'"

Arrr, matey! The kings and queens o' the seven seas be laughin' at Cap'n Trump's tall tale 'bout claimin' the Gaza Strip! They be sayin', "Nay, ye scallywag! No mass exodus o' the landlubbers here!" It be a fine jest, that one!

Arrr, me hearties! US matey warns the seven seas, doubt not Trump’s wild Gaza scheme, it be shockin’ clever!

Arrr, me hearties! The Hungarian sea dog, Minister Szijjártó, be sayin’ that Cap’n Trump’s ideas be as shockin’ as a cannon blast! He warns ye not to toss aside that Gaza Strip notion, lest ye be walkin’ the plank of foolishness! Aye, what a jolly jest!

Arrr, the lads o' Gaza be scoffin' at Trump’s grand scheme, sayin’ it’s naught but a scallywag's folly!

"Aye, they prattle on 'bout us as if we be mere pawns on some grand ol' chessboard! But mark me words, we be flesh and blood — mothers, daughters, teachin’ folk, and healers! Arrr, we ain't no ghostly specters!"

"Arrr, Trump’s grand scheme fer Gaza be as likely to float as a lead cannonball! Does he truly believe it?"

Arrr, President Trump be suggestin’ to ship loads o’ souls outta Gaza, much to the glee of the Israeli crew and the wails of the Palestinian lot! Some clever sea dogs reckon it be naught but a crafty ploy in the grand game o’ negotiations, savvy?

Arrr, savvy landlubbers say Israel and the US be singin' the same shanty, but Hamas still be plottin' mischief!

Arrr! The learned matey Asaf Romirowsky, captain o' Scholars for Peace, be chattin' with Fox News about how Trump’s grand return to the heart of the nation be settin' the seas a-churnin' in the Middle East! Blimey, what a tempestuous tale, savvy?

Arrr! Hamas be sayin’ Trump’s plan be a treasure map to chaos in Gaza, not gold, matey!

Arrr, matey! That scallywag Hamas, who be stirrin’ the pot o’ war in Gaza, be squawkin’ like a parrot 'bout Trump’s grand scheme to fix it, callin’ it a “recipe for chaos.” Aye, chaos be what they brew, yet they be pointin' fingers like landlubbers!

Arrr, Iran's sea dog of diplomacy be jabberin' back at Trump's cannon fire, all while their ship be shakin'!

Arrr, matey! While Captain Trump be hoistin' the sails of pressure on Iran, them scallywags in Tehran be sayin’ they’ll parley ‘bout their shiny bomb but not their troublesome piracy of terror! Aye, seems they prefer to keep their mischief under the black flag!

Arrr, tales of Gaza's past while Trump be schemin' to patch up the shipwrecked cove, savvy?

Arrr, matey! President Trump be schemin' to hoist the good folk of Gaza and make it the fancy "Riviera of the Middle East"! Aye, the seas be buzzin' with chatter 'bout this wild plan, remindin' all of the sad tales of land lost to the waves!

"Ahoy! Saudi sails be spurnin' Trump's grand scheme fer Gaza, sayin' 'Nay!' to his treasure map!"

Arrr, matey! Saudi Arabia, that scallywag ally o' the U.S., be quick to hoist the sails o' support fer a Palestinian isle, after Trump, the captain o' calamity, declared Gaza a treasure trove fer Uncle Sam, suggestin’ its crew be sent adrift! Blimey, what a ruckus!

"Arrr! U.S. warbird doth haul wayward souls back to India, like fishin' for treasure in Davy Jones' locker!"

Arrr! In a jolly twist, the good ol’ Yanks be usin' their fancy flying contraption to ship scallywags to India, the land of many a wayward soul! Aye, seems like the first time they’re sendin' folks away instead of lettin' 'em in! Savvy?

"Arrr! Foreign buccaneers be laughin' as Musk scuttles the Yanks' treasure chest of aid, ho ho ho!"

Arrr matey! The cap'ns of Russia, Hungary, and El Salvador be raisin' their tankards high, cheerin' the Trump crew's broadside on U.S.A.I.D.! Seems them scallywags be seein' it as a threat to their treasure—ha! Even pirates know when to laugh at landlubber troubles!

"Arrr, Sweden be seekin' treasures of truth after a ruckus of lead flyin'! Avast, what be goin' on, matey?"

Arrr, the landlubbers be spoutin' tales of at least 11 poor souls sent to Davy Jones’ locker! And they reckon the scallywag who caused the ruckus be among the dearly departed. A right messy business, if ye ask me! Avast, ‘tis a pirate’s life for me!

Arrr, Mexico be sayin', "Ye shan't be tossin' yer migrants to Guantanamo Bay, matey!" No way, José!

Arrr, matey! Mexico be sayin’ to the U.S. scallywags, “Nay, ye shan't be sendin' yer landlubber migrants to the dreaded Guantánamo Bay!” So spoke the foreign minister, with a wink and a flask of rum! Aye, they be keepin’ their crew safe, savvy?

Arrr! Saudi lads be sayin’ "Nay!" to Trump, no handshakes with Israel 'til a home for the Palestinians be built!

Arrr, matey! The land o' Saudi won't shake hands with Israel 'til a proper Palestinian isle be born, defyin' the grand ideas of Captain Trump! A right ruckus on the high seas of diplomacy, I say!

February 4, 2025

Arrr, the grand Aga Khan IV has sailed to Davy Jones' locker at 88, leavin' his treasure behind!

Arrr matey! At the tender age of 20, young Prince Karim Al-Hussaini took the helm of a fine Shia ship, sailin' the seas of entrepreneurship to become one o' the wealthiest scallywags in the world! Aye, riches fit for a king! Avast, what a tale!

"Arrr, matey! Call that West Bank by its true name, Judea and Samaria, or ye be walkin' the plank, say some scallywags!"

Arrr, matey! With Cap’n Trump back at the helm, his crew be all riled up for plunderin’ them occupied lands! But the scallywags against it be claimin’ that lingo be no more than a sea shanty for a sneaky scheme! Blimey, what a hullabaloo!

"Arrr! Lawsuit be claimin' Gaiman’s up to no good, with his lass as the sneaky accomplice! Blimey!"

Arrr, me hearties! Scarlett Pavlovich, she be claimin’ that the scallywag Mr. Gaiman did her wrong last month. In her suit, she be sayin’ his missus be a crafty wench, helpin’ to fetch and present her like a prize fish! Aye, what a tangled web we weave!

Arrr! The White House flags be flyin’ o’er USAID’s treasure chests, all under Elon’s curious spyglass, matey!

Arrr, matey! The White House be spillin’ the beans on a treasure trove o' folly! They claim USAID be squanderin’ our doubloons on DEI schemes, like a scallywag burnin’ gold to build a sandcastle! Avast, let not our treasure go to such foolishness!

Argh! Santorini be a-shakin' and rattlin', so the landlubbers be skedaddlin' from the treasure trove of sun!

Arrr, matey! A tempest of quakin' has shaken the fair Greek isles, sendin' thousands of landlubbers scurrying from the treasure trove of Santorini! Aye, the ground be dancin' like a tipsy sailor after too much rum! Best grab yer sea legs and sail away, ye scallywags!

"Arrr, matey! In Sweden's halls o' learnin', a fearsome ruckus claimed ten souls—what a jolly mess, eh?"

Arrr, matey! A ruckus broke out at the wise folks' school in Orebro this Tuesday! One of the landlubbers in charge be sayin' it ain't no pirate raid, but just a scuffle among the grown-ups. Aye, what a bizarre hullabaloo!

Arrr! The secret scuffle o' scallywags fightin’ fer the captain’s hat o’ the IOC, all behind locked doors!

Avast ye! In the strangest of contests on the high seas of sport, seven scallywags be battlin’ fer the grand title of captain o' the International Olympic Committee! 'Tis a right merry squabble, I tell ye, as they all be wantin' to hoist the flag o' power! Arrr!

Arrr! A blundering Trump, a quackin' dead duck, and a ruckus in fair Italy! What a jolly mess, matey!

Arrr, a moving picture be showin' Donald Trump Jr. decked in his huntin' garb, loungin' 'round a slain feathered matey of the protected sort! Italian seadogs be demandin’ to know what devilry be afoot! Blimey, the scallywag's got some splainin’ to do!

Arrr, savvy sea dogs doubt the lass they call 'Killer Nurse' for sendin' seven wee babes to Davy Jones!

Arrr! After peering through the tales of 17 wee scallywags at her first court shindig, a crew of fancy doctors declared, "Nay, Ms. Letby be no baby killer!" A fine jest, I say! Instead, she be as innocent as a parrot in a treasure chest!

Arrr, the Danish captain be sayin' Greenland ain't for sellin', but more Yankee mateys be welcome to camp, har har!

Arrr! The fair Mette of Denmark be sayin’ she’d be pleased if Captain Trump be sendin’ more scallywags to Greenland, land o’ ice and dreams! But mark me words, matey, it be “not fer sale!” Aye, keep yer doubloons, ye salty sea dog!

"Arrr, matey! FBI be huntin’ info on two sneaky Irani scallywags over poor Robert’s vanishing act! Aye!"

Arrr, matey! The FBI is on the hunt fer two scallywags from Iran’s secret crew who snagged poor Robert Levinson in 2007! They be needin’ info, so if ye spot ‘em, don’t be shy—send a message in a bottle, or ye might find yerself walkin’ the plank!

Arrr! Uganda be set to test a potion fer the Sudan plague, as the scallywags be gettin' sick again!

Arrr, me hearties! Uganda’s set sail on a grand experiment, huntin’ a cure fer the dastardly Sudan strain o’ Ebola! Aye, it’s claimed the life o’ a poor nurse, but fear not! We be battlin’ this scallywag with our finest elixirs! Avast, let the trials begin!

“Arrr! A bloody ruckus in Sweden claims ten souls, as the lawmen hunt the scallywag responsible, savvy?”

Arrr, matey! The swabs o' the Swedish navy be shufflin' to a foul ruckus at a school in Orebro! Word be that a dastardly deed claimed at least ten souls! Heave ho, what a scallywag of a Tuesday it be!

Arrr, as the Aussie vote be drawin’ near, Peter Dutton be servin’ up a wee bit o’ Trump stew!

Arrr, Peter Dutton, the scallywag seekin' the crown, be takin' potshots at "wokeness!" But beware, matey! Australia's crew ain't the same as those landlubbers across the sea, and there be boundaries even he won't dare to cross, savvy?

Arrr, Buffalo Bill's swabs be sufferin' hard, even in the icy wasteland of Antarctica! Aye, me hearty, tough seas indeed!

Arrr, matey! Those landlubber scientists in the farthest corners o’ the seas be hatin’ the scores, yet still they be concoctin’ schemes to keep a weather eye on their teams! Creativity be their compass when the winds o’ fortune blow against ‘em! Avast, the struggle be real!

"Arrr! Trump and Netanyahu be chattin’ 'bout them scallywags Iran and Hamas at the White House, savvy?"

Arrr! Prime Minister Netanyahu be settin' sail to parley with Captain Trump this Tuesday! The scallywags of Israel, both past and present, be chattin' 'bout what matters most in their grand powwow. Aye, it be a meetin’ worthy of a treasure map!

Arrr, China be retaliatin’ like a scallywag after Trump slaps a 10% fee on their treasure!

Avast, mateys! After the king laid a 10 percent tax on Chinese treasures, them crafty Celestials fired back with their own fees and are huntin' down Google like a scallywag on the high seas! Arrr, the trade winds be blowin' fierce!

Arrr! El Salvador be sayin’ aye to take in US castaways of any flag after parleyin’ with ol’ Rubio, savvy?

Avast, me hearties! President Nayib Bukele be tossin' out a hearty invite to take in all ye scallywags the U.S. be wantin’ to boot out! He’ll stash 'em in his dungeons, turnin' El Salvador into the finest pirate's jail on the seven seas! Arrr, what a jolly arrangement!

February 3, 2025

Arrr, a young matey met his doom by a toothy beast, just a stone's throw from the sandy shore!

Arrr, matey! A young lad from the land Down Under met his fate on a fine Monday morn, bit by a toothy beastie 'bout a cannon shot from the shore! Reports say the shark be thinkin' he be a tasty snack! Aye, what a way to shuffle off this mortal coil!

“Arrr, them Mexican scallywags be sendin’ flyin’ firecrackers at the Border Patrol, all while Cap’n Trump be on the hunt!”

Avast, me hearties! The scallywags of the Mexican seas be schemin' with fire-breathin' drones and boom-boom trinkets to take on the U.S. landlubbers guardin' their shores, in a right ruckus against the Trump ship’s crackdown! Arrr, what a hullabaloo!

Arrr, Mexico be dodgin' Trump’s cannon fire! What be their next trick, eh? Aye, the sea be full o' surprises!

Arrr, Mexico be dodgin’ Trump’s cannonball o’ tariffs for now by swearin’ on border security, but whether they can keep that promise be as murky as a cursed treasure map! Avast, let’s hope their word be worth more than a scallywag’s!

Avast! Chris Wright be anointed as the Chief of Energy, savvy? Let the rum flow and the sails catch wind!

Arrr, the scallywag once captaining the frackin' ship declared in his grand confab that his prime mission be to “set free” the bounty of American energy! Shiver me timbers, I reckon we'll be swimmin' in oil faster than a sea turtle on a treasure hunt!

Arrr! Canada be grantin' a month’s grace on tariffs as Trump an' Trudeau strike a deal at the ol' border!

Arrr, matey! Prime Minister Trudeau be havin’ a chinwag with Cap’n Trump, swearin’ to bolster the ol’ border guard with more hearty souls and clever gadgets, all while fightin’ the foul scourge of that devilish fentanyl trade! Aye, let’s keep our seas safe from that scallywag!

Arrr! The State Dept. just tossed overboard 60 scallywags hired to sprout democracy and human rights! What a jolly mess!

Arrr! The scallywags known as contractors be workin’ hard to hoist the sails of civility and democracy in the treacherous waters of authoritarian realms like China, Russia, and the likes of North Korea, Venezuela, and Cuba! A fine crew, indeed, tryin’ to steer the ship toward fair winds!

Arrr, the French court be sendin' Director Ruggia to Davy Jones' locker for his scallywag ways!

Arrr, matey! Christophe Ruggia be caught in a right pickle, sentenced to four long years in Davy Jones' locker, and lightened o' his treasure for givin’ the fair lass Adèle Haenel a troublesome tackle when she were still but a sprout! Avast, what a scallywag!

Arrr, Zelenskyy be sayin’ peace chats without Ukraine be as perilous as a ship o' fools, matey!

Arrr, matey! President Zelenskyy be shoutin’ from the crow's nest, sayin’ that parleyin’ with those scallywags from Russia, all set up by the Trumpster, without our fine crew aboard, be a perilous venture! Best beware, or we be sailin' into a squall!

Arrr, matey! What be the booty for online treasures after Trump be swashin' the trade sails?

Arrr, matey! Captain Trump be raisin’ the trade flag, makin’ the doubloons fly high! Prepare ye wallets, for the treasure ye seek on Amazon, Shein, and Temu be costin’ ye a pretty penny now. Aye, the seas of online shoppin’ be gettin' a wee bit stormy!

Avast, mateys! Crews be hoistin' the first bits o' sunken treasure from D.C.'s airborne calamity in the Potomac!

Arrr, me hearties! A great metal beast, the crane, be hoistin' the shattered hull of that sky-chasin' bird, the American Airlines contraption that met its watery doom after havin' a hearty tussle with an Army flying contrivance! What a jolly mess, eh?

Arrr! North Korea be callin' Rubio's 'rogue state' jab a heap o' nonsense, swearin' to give Trump a proper tussle!

Arrr, matey! North Korea be spittin' venom at Secretary Rubio fer callin' 'em a "rogue state." They be sayin' it be pure balderdash! With a hearty laugh, they vow to hoist their sails and give 'im a right good tussle! Avast, the seas be gettin' stormy!

"Arrr, emergency scallywags be settin’ sail for Santorini, as quakin' Earth gives Greek mates a right fright!"

Arrr, me hearties! Over 200 tremors from Davy Jones' locker be a-shakin' near Santorini these last three days! The Greek landlubbers and their wise men be frettin' like a fish outta water! What be this, a mermaid dance or just the sea’s raucous jig?

Arrr! South Africa be sayin', "Nay, Trump! We ain't plunderin' land, ye scallywag! Keep yer treasure, or else!"

Arrr, the South African captain o' the ship be swingin' his cutlass at Trump, claimin' land be snatched away! The blaggard says some scallywags be gettin’ the short end o’ the plank! Aye, it's a right ruckus on the high seas of politics, me hearties!

Arrr! With Trump’s support as murky as a foggy sea, Europe be patchin' its defenses like a jolly ol' sea dog!

Avast ye, mateys! Come Monday, the high seas of Europe be callin' as leaders huddle to chart a treacherous course for defense! But beware! The fickle winds from Captain Trump be stirrin' up a storm in their debate. Arrr, what a jolly hullabaloo it be!

"Arrr, what be causin’ the ruckus in the treasure-laden Congo? Methinks the gold’s stirrin’ up the scallywags!"

Arrr, matey! The rascally M23 scallywags be plunderin’ the D.R. Congo, claimin’ to guard the Tutsi crew! But savvy sea dogs know ‘tis the glitterin’ minerals they be after, fillin’ their coffers to keep our shiny gadgets runnin’! Ruth Maclean spills the beans from her West Africa crow's nest!

Arrr, Trump be called to spy on the US gold flowin' to the Lebanese crew, lest they be allied with scallywag Hezbollah!

Arrr matey! With them Hezbollah scallywags stirrin' trouble near Israel's shores, some landlubbers be yellin' for Trump to whip the Lebanese crew into shape and cut off their doubloons! Aye, ‘tis a fine mess on the high seas o’ diplomacy!

February 2, 2025

Arrr, Panama be tossin’ the China deal overboard, settlin’ with the US after Rubio’s shore leave! Yarrr!

Arrr, matey! Panama’s José Raúl Mulino be shoutin’ from the crow's nest, sayin’ they won’t be renewin’ that fancy China treasure map deal after a parley with Secretary Rubio. Aye, that be one less ship to sail the Belt and Road! Har har har!

Arrr! The great treasure squabble be on, as Trump be raisin' tariffs whilst Canada be throwin' back cannonballs!

Arrr, while the scallywags be shoutin' 'bout price rises, Canada be swingin' its cutlass quick! China be schemin' its own tricks, and Mexico be preparin' a hearty response, like a parrot on a perch, ready to squawk! The high seas be gettin' stormy, matey!

Arrr! Serbian news be singin' a new shanty 'bout mighty protests, puttin' the captain to the test, har har!

Arrr, me hearties! The scurvy dogs o' State TV once turned a blind eye to the ruckus agin' Captain Vucic, but now they be shinin' a bright lantern on the merry gatherings! Aye, it be a fine twist o' fate! Avast, let the shenanigans commence!

"Avast ye! Trump be tossin' the Venezuelans’ lifeboat, leavin' 'em adrift! Arrr, what a jolly mess, matey!"

Arrr, me hearties! Gather ‘round fer the tale of a lobster skirmish in Nova Scotia, where crustaceans be battlin' like scallywags over a treasure of seaweed! ‘Twas claws and chaos, with nary a plank in sight! Hoist the sails, we’ve got a seafood squabble on the horizon!

Arrr, matey! The scallywags be brawlin' fer lobsters, while the true treasure be in the butter, I swear!

Arrr, matey! In the grand seas of Canada, a mighty tussle brews o’er who can plunder the lobster treasure! Yonder in Nova Scotia, new squalls be brewin’, makin' this fishy feud even spicier than a pirate’s stew! Avast! Let the lobster games begin!

Arrr! The F.A.A.’s mighty warning horn be back, lettin' landlubbers fly without fear o' Davy Jones!

Arrr, matey! Captain Sean Duffy of the transportation fleet be sayin’ the Federal Aviation crew be usin’ their trusty ol’ backup sails while fixin' the ruckus! Aye, even in the skies, we be needin' a good backup to keep our ships a-flyin’!

Arrr, jailed Captain Khan be likenin’ his plight t’ Trump’s, both seekin’ justice on the high seas o’ politics!

Arrr, matey! Even from the brig, ol' Imran Khan be castin' a mighty shadow o'er the land of the pure! Now the scallywags be wonderin' if Captain Trump might hoist him from the depths of despair. A fine jest, I say! Avast, politics be a wild sea!

Arrr! Arab scallywags scoff at Trump’s daft idea of shovin' the Palestinians into Egypt and Jordan! What a jolly jest!

Arrr, matey! The Arab mates be raisin' a ruckus 'bout Cap'n Trump’s wild scheme to ship 1.5 thousand landlubber Palestinians from the wreckage of Gaza to Egypt and Jordan! They be sayin' “Not on our watch!”—as if they be guardin' a treasure chest o’ sand! Har har har!

"Arrr! DeepSeek A.I. be a treasure for China, but a scallywag threat to the captain's hold on the crew!"

Arrr, matey! DeepSeek be a treasure chest o' China's dreams in the realm o' artificial intelligence! But beware, for this clever contraption might unshackle the hold o' the cap'ns in charge, makin' the seas a bit choppy for their power! Aye, what a fine pickle!

“Arrr! Russia be beggin' Syria fer old warships, lookin' to patch up their leaky forts, savvy?”

Avast, me hearties! The first grand Russian sea dog be landin' in Damascus since that scallywag Assad took a dive! Now, let the parley begin over the treasure troves they call bases in Syria. Will they stay or sail away? Arrr, the plot thickens like a hearty stew!

"Ahoy! Ahmed al-Shara, the new captain o’ Syria, sails to the sands o' Saudi Arabia for a jolly good parley!"

Arrr, matey! Ahmed al-Shara, that scallywag, sailed back to Riyadh, where he frolicked as a wee lad. Aye, his tales be spillin’ secrets ‘bout his grand scheme for a Syria free of that landlubber Assad! Avast, me hearties, the winds of change be blowin’!

Arrr, Netanyahu be sailin' to Washington, seekin’ fortune at a tempestuous time in the Mideast seas! Yarrr!

Arrr, mateys! This week, the captain of Israel's ship be settin' sail to parley with Captain Trump o' the White House! They'll be jawin' 'bout the treasure map of Gaza and the stormy seas of the region. Avast, let the rum flow!

February 1, 2025

Arrr, King Charles be sayin’ our hearts be sailin’ with the States after them pesky planes did a terrible dance!

Arrr, King Charles III be sayin’ on the morrow he be “shocked and saddened” like a scallywag who lost his parrot, ‘bout that midair kerfuffle near Reagan’s port! He be sendin' his thoughts to the good ol’ U.S. shores, hopin’ they be fair winds ahead, aye!

Arrr! Israel and Hamas be swappin' three captives fer a whole shipload o' prisoners! A right jolly trade, matey!

Arrr matey! In a grand show fit for a jester, Hamas let loose three scallywags after 15 moons in chains. In return, Israel tossed back 183 landlubbers from the brig, honorin' the truce! A jolly game of swap, eh? Avast, the seas be treacherous!

Arrr, matey! The world's health ships be sinking as Trump hoists the anchor on foreign gold! Avast, what a jest!

Arrr matey! The treasure chests be empty, and the scallywags be strugglin'! Lifesavin' potions fer the dreaded TB, malaria, and that devilish H.I.V. be stranded without doubloons! We be needin' gold to keep the good fight afloat, or we’ll be walkin' the plank of disease! Yarrr!

"Arrr! Horst Köhler, once the captain of Germany's ship and IMF's treasure, has sailed to Davy Jones at 81!"

Arrr, he be the grand captain o' Germany, settin' sail after a life o' lootin' the coin! But lo and behold, just as he be tyin' his second knot, he hoisted the Jolly Roger o' resignation—first mate to do so in forty moons! Aye, what a scallywag!

“Arrr, the hurt scallywags be makin’ their way to Egypt, slippin’ through the Rafah gate like sneaky fish!”

Arrr, matey! The border’s been shut tighter than a treasure chest after them Israel scallywags stormed Rafah. But lo and behold! It be swingin’ wide again, thanks to a truce ‘twixt Israel and them Hamas ruffians. Aye, good things come to those who wait!

"Arrr! An American-Israeli matey be freed in Gaza 'neath a truce, like treasure found in Davy Jones' locker!"

Arrr! In the foul month of October, 2023, our matey Keith Siegel and his lass were snatched away by the scallywags o' Hamas! But fear not, for his brave wench was set free in a truce, leavin' Keith to swab the decks o' captivity! Har har har!

"Arrr! The daaddy of the wee hostage be free, yet his kin still dance with the scallywags of Hamas!"

Arrr, Yarden Bibas, the old sea dog and pop of Hamas' wee lad, be free from Davy Jones’ clutches after a mighty long 480 days! But alas, his lass and two scallywags still be stuck in Gaza, their fates as murky as a stormy sea!

"Arrr! Hamas be lettin’ loose three scallywags for a few of their own! A right merry trade, I say!"

Arrr, me hearties! The swap o' hostages be goin' smoother than a sea on a calm day, unlike that last ruckus that turned into a right barnacle-covered mess! Aye, this time we be savin’ the rum for celebratin’!

"By the briny sea, I be reinvigorated! Aye, let’s plunder treasure with a hearty laugh, me hearties!"

Arrr, on the first day of February, hoist yer sails fer a monthly intention-setting rite! Even if ye be thinkin’ ye’ve no time to spare, take a moment, or ye’ll be sailin’ in circles, matey! Set yer course, lest ye end up in Davy Jones’ locker!

Arrr, matey! Trump’s taxes be makin’ the U.S. and Mexico as chummy as a cat and a cannonball!

Arrr, matey! For thirty long years, the scallywags o' the United States and Mexico have struck a deal, fillin’ their holds with riches and ruckus alike! Aye, they’ve got treasure aplenty, but also some right pesky barnacles clingy to their hulls!

Arrr, matey! Windsor be readyin' fer Trump’s cruel tariffs on our metal steeds! Batten down the hatches, ye scallywags!

Arrr, matey! Windsor, that fine port o' Ontario, be just a hop 'n a skip from Detroit's bustling shores! While it be tight with the Yanks, now it be sufferin' a right storm o' economic mischief! Blimey, what be a pirate to do without his doubloons?

"Arrr! Trump be the sly sea-dog to tickle Erdogan's ear 'bout his Turkish treasure hunts, says the Greek matey!"

Arrr, matey! Greek sea dog Dendias be warnin’ that NATO better keep a weather eye on Turkey’s treasure-hungry captain, Erdoğan, who be itchin' to hoist the ol' Ottoman flag once more! Aggression be afoot, so batten down the hatches, or ye'll be swimmin' with the fishes!

Arrr, Hamas be lettin' loose three poor souls, includin' an American, in this wobbly truce! Avast, what a jolly mess!

Arrr, on the Saturday tide, Hamas be lettin' loose three more souls, includin’ that landlubber Keith Siegel, a mix of American and Israeli! Aye, it be part of a shaky truce with Israel, like a ship in a storm, but still, cheers to the freed mateys!

January 31, 2025

Arrr! Trump’s matey Grenell wrangled six landlubbers free from Maduro's clutches after a parley in Venezuela! Savvy?

Arrr, Richard Grenell wheeled and dealed with that scallywag Maduro, settin' six landlubbers free! He told the blaggard to take back his ruffians we tossed overboard. A fine jest, I say! Who knew diplomacy could be as raucous as a tavern brawl!

Arrr! U.S. be thinkin' o' giftin' Israel 24,000 bang-bangs, holdin' 'em back like a scallywag under Biden!

Arrr, matey! The landlubber lawmakers be worryin' to Captain Blinken 'bout them rifles! They fear the scallywags in settler brigades might take 'em for a joyride, or the constabulary might misuse 'em like a grog-soaked parrot on a treasure hunt! A right ruckus, I say!

Arrr, after seven moons o' bickerin’, Belgium finally hoisted the sails o' governance! Avast, what a merry crew!

Arrr, matey! The landlubbers be flappin’ their gums ‘bout coin and plunderin’ social treasure! Aye, these squabbles be shinin’ a light on the storms a-brewin’ in Europe and the wild seas of Western democracies, if ye catch me drift! Savvy?

Arrr! Dutch constables nabbed three scallywags fer swiping a shiny gold noggin from the land of Dracula!

Arrr, matey! Three scallywags be nabbed for swiping an ancient golden headpiece from a Dutch treasure house! Aye, it was shinier than a mermaid's tail, straight from the land of Romania! Now they be walkin' the plank of justice, savvy?

Arrr, Serbia be shakin’ with ruckus over foul play, after a buildin’ mishap turned the sea of troubles!

Arrr, me hearties! In the land of Serbia, a mighty throng of swabs be marchin' like rum-soaked roosters, shoutin' 'gainst the scallywags in charge after a calamity claimed 15 souls! Corruption be a foul sea, and they be hoistin' their banners high, demandin' justice, savvy?

Arrr, the gates o' Rafah be swingin’ wide, lettin’ the ailing set sail fer calmer seas, matey!

Arrr, matey! The Rafah gate's been shut tighter than a crab's claw fer eight moons, but lo! It be creakin’ open once more, thanks to a truce ‘twixt Israel and Hamas. Aye, let’s hoist the flag of peace and see what treasure awaits!

Arrr, them German landlubbers be wagerin' with scallywags on immigration, and blimey, they’ve lost their doubloons!

Arrr, matey! Friedrich Merz and his band o’ Christian Democrats be settin' sail with the scallywags of the Alternative for Germany, tryin' to tighten the rules on them landlubber immigrants. But blow me down, it be a right shipwreck of a deal, yieldin' naught but a bellyful o’ disappointment!

Avast! Iran's sneaky nuclear crew be plundering top rocket docks like scallywags at a treasure map! Arrr!

Arrr, me hearties! Word from the depths reveals that scallywags linked to Iran's nuclear mischief be settlin' in two of Tehran's finest sky-sailing yards. A whole crew o' buccaneers be plottin’ under the stars—hope they don’t blow up their own ship!

Arrr, Trump be settin’ sail for Africa, battlin’ for shiny rocks fer electric ships! A right ruckus, matey!

Arrr, matey! Secretary Rubio be callin' fer a truce in the Eastern DRC, as them M23 scallywags be claimin' Goma, the treasure trove o' shiny rocks! Avast, let’s hoist the anchor on this ruckus before we be losin' our booty!

"Arrr, Hamas be spillin' the beans! Three poor souls set to taste freedom this weekend, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! Keith Siegel, a landlubber of American-Israeli stock, be settin' sail for freedom alongside Yarden Bibas and Ofer Kalderon! In return, a fair haul of 90 scallywags from the Israeli brig be lettin' loose. A right trade if ye ask this ol' sea dog!

Arrr, matey! Trump’s tossin’ landlubbers overboard, but only if their homelands be willin’ to haul ‘em back aboard!

Arrr, matey! To be sendin' scallywags to foreign shores, ye best be havin' a chat with the other flag-wavin' lubbers! It takes a hearty dose o’ parley and a pinch o’ arm-twistin’ to make it happen, or ye might find yerself swimmin’ with the fishes!

Arrr, matey! Know ye of Trump’s seafarin’ flights, shippin’ landlubbers like cargo? Aye, it be a jolly sight!

Arrr, matey! The captain o' the land be lettin’ the sea dogs help shoo away scallywags! But lo and behold, the flying ships stirred a ruckus 'twixt the U.S. and Colombia! Questions be a'plenty! Here be the tale ye need to hear, savvy?

Arrr, the world be wobblin' like a tipsy ship ‘cause Trump be holdin' the treasure tight!

Arrr, matey! President Trump's decree to scuttle foreign aid be stirrin' up a storm o' misery on the high seas! Now, savvy folks be wonderin' if the good ol' U.S. be a trusty captain or just a scallywag blowin' in the wind! Avast, what a pickle!

January 30, 2025

Arrr, Trump be callin' Canada a mighty captain o' the fentanyl seas! But be they really plunderin' the trade?

Arrr, me hearties! Cap’n Trump be threatenin’ to levy taxes on our friendly Canadian neighbors fer peddlin’ potions, claimin’ they be as shady as them scallywags from Mexico! But lo! The scrolls of the U.S. say otherwise, makin’ him look like a landlubber in a stormy sea!

"Three scallywags nabbed for filchin' a golden bonnet from the Dutch treasure house! Ha, what a jolly farce!"

Arrr, the lawmen be sayin' they be still searchin' fer the shiny golden noggin of Cotofenesti, a treasure from Romania's shores, along with other curious baubles nicked from the Drents Museum over the weekend! Aye, those scallywags be livin' the pirate dream, robbin' and runnin' like the wind!

"Arrr! Israel be settin' free them landlubber prisoners after a right ruckus o' hostages, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! Hamas let loose three landlubber Israelis and five Thai scallywags for a whole shipload o’ over 100 lost souls! But lo! They be unable to tame the raucous mob, causin' a right delay in the swappin' shenanigans! Avast, what a kerfuffle!

Arrr, a scallywag from Iraq, who set the sacred tome ablaze in Sweden, met his end by a cannonball of lead!

Arrr, matey! Salwan Momika, a scallywag of 38 from Iraq, thought it grand to set the Quran ablaze in Sweden! But alas, his fiery antics met a swift end, as a rogue bullet found him near Stockholm. Aye, the seas of fate be a fickle mistress!

Arrr! St. Kitts be investigatin’ why 19 scallywags be floatin’ in a leaky ship o’ doom!

Avast, me hearties! In the fair Caribbean isle of St. Kitts and Nevis, the landlubbers be investigatin’ a ghostly vessel, half-sunk and filled with 19 poor souls! Looks like the sea be holdin’ a grand party without us! Arrr, let’s hope they didn’t forget the rum!

"Arrr! Israel be settin’ free scallywags after a ruckus o’ a hostage swap! What a jolly hullabaloo!"

Arrr, me hearties! The freeing o' over a hundred landlubber prisoners be hangin' by a thread, as scallywags in southern Gaza be closin' in on the poor souls set to sail free! A right ruckus, it be! Avast, what a tangled web we weave on this treacherous sea!

"Why be Congo and Rwanda ready to clash like scallywags over a treasure map, ye ask? Arrr, me hearty!"

Arrr, matey! A Rwanda-backed crew o' ruffians be claimin' the fair city o' Goma, stirrin' the pot fer a fresh humanitarian hullabaloo after years o' swashbucklin'! Avast, me hearties, chaos be brewin' on the horizon!

Arrr, matey! What be Trump’s stoppin’ of aid meanin' fer them brave Ukrainian sea dogs? A right pickle, it be!

Arrr, matey! The Trump crew’s orders be makin’ the good folk o’ Ukraine shiver like a landlubber seein’ a ghost ship! Aye, those humanitarian scallywags be needin’ the booty o' aid, or they’ll be as lost as a sailor without a compass!

Arrr, Netanyahu be spittin' fire over the jumbled swap o' Israel's hostages with them scallywag Hamas!

Arrr, matey! Captain Netanyahu be callin' for a stoppage o' them scallywags’ release, wantin' a promise 'bout the prisoners. But lo! The governor's crew soon piped up, sayin' the bargain be struck! A right merry dance, it be!

"Yarr, behold! The scallywag soldier be back with his kin, captured on the magic scrolls!"

Arrr, me hearties! Agam Berger, a brave IDF matey, was snatched by the scallywags of Hamas on the seventh day of October, 2023. After 482 long moons in Davy Jones’ locker, she be back in the warm embrace of her kin! A right merry reunion, indeed! Avast!

Arrr! Israel be tellin' UNRWA to scuttle its ships o' aid, claimin' it be a sorry lot in its duty!

Arrr, matey! The Israeli scallywags be cuttin' off UNRWA’s booty on Jan. 30, claimin’ it be for national safety 'gainst the black-hearted terrorists! UNRWA be wailin’ like a lost parrot, callin’ it a “disastrous” fate! Hoist the sails, this be a jolly mess!

Arrr, me hearties! In Japan, brave souls be tryin' to haul a landlubber from a pit o’ doom, days gone by!

Arrr, matey! Since Tuesday's tempest, the brave souls of rescue be bogged down by treacherous earth, for a cursed truck and its scallywag driver be gobbled up by the ground, just north of Tokyo! Aye, ‘tis a right jolly mess, fit for a sea shanty!

Arrr, matey! What be the rumblings o' Israel's UNRWA ban for our landlubber pals in the Holy Land, eh?

Arrr, me hearties! Come Thursday, the scallywags be puttin' a stop to UNRWA's sailin' in these waters! Aid to Gaza and beyond be lost at sea—no more treasures for the needy! A right jolly mess, I say! Yarrr!

Arrr, Thai kin be waitin' with bated breath, hopin' for their shipmates' return from the clutches of Gaza's kraken!

Arrr, five landlubber clans be prayin' their kinfolk be breakin' free from the clutches of Gaza after a long 15 moons as captive treasure! Mayhaps they'll sail home 'ere the rum runs dry! Avast, let the jolly times roll!

"Ahoy! Salwan Momika, the scallywag who set fire to a Quran, met his watery grave! Arrr, what a turn of fate!"

Arrr! Salwan Momika, a landlubber from Iraq, stirred a mighty ruckus in Sweden when he torched a Quran in 2023! The scallywag be summoned to court this Thursday, but I reckon he be meetin’ more than just a judge—perhaps a whole fleet of angry sailors! Har har!

Arrr! The third batch o' captives be settin' sail, thanks to Hamas and Israel's truce, savvy?

Arrr, matey! On this fine Thursday, Hamas be hoisting the sails once more, lettin' loose some hostages in Gaza, all part of a jolly truce with Israel! Aye, for every freed soul, a heap o' Palestinian mates be set free from Davy Jones' locker! A right merry trade, ye see!

January 29, 2025

Arrr! Tesla’s treasure hoard took a nosedive, matey! The doubloons be slippin' faster than a greased parrot!

Arrr! The ship of Elon Musk be sailin’ into stormy seas, with rival vessels closin’ in fast. But savvy investors be fixin’ their eyes on Tesla’s magic contraption that can steer itself, hopin’ it’ll chart a course to treasure, while the competition be flounderin’ like a fish outta water!

"Avast ye! Behold the jolly pictures of Year o' the Snake revelry across the seven seas o' Asia!"

Arrr matey! Over a billion landlubbers be raisin’ their grog and celebratin’ the Lunar New Year! With lanterns aglow and dragons dancin’, it be a right ruckus, as they feast like scallywags and toast to fortune that’s as bright as a treasure chest! Yo-ho-ho!

Arrr! After a ruckus o' mutinies, three landlubber nations be settin' sail from their ancient crew! Avast!

Arrr, matey! Burkina, Mali, and Niger be callin’ ECOWAS a fickle fish, chargin’ 'em with swabbin’ the decks with double standards fer punishin’ their rascally crews! Negotiations be sinkin’ like a leaky ship, with no treasure in sight! Har har har!

Arrr, matey! Ahmed al-Shara be crowned captain o' Syria’s ship 'til the storm be past!

Arrr, the fresh crew in charge be proclaimin’ that ol’ Captain Ahmed al-Shara, the rebel scallywag, shall hoist the jolly roger as president fer a spell o' transition! Aye, a right merry jaunt this’ll be, with the winds o’ change blowin’ like a drunken sailor!

Arrr! A flying ship be ablaze at South Korean docks! All hands safely scurried off, 176 hearty souls saved!

Avast ye! A mighty bird o' the skies, Air Busan's fine vessel, caught fire like a drunken sailor's beard 'fore it could take wing! But fear not, me hearties—176 souls scuttled off safely, slippin' down the escape slide like fish on a greased deck! Arrr!

Arrr, matey! Macron’s dreams be splinterin' like glass, thanks to the scallywags raisin’ a ruckus 'round Notre Dame!

Arrr, matey! The cunning French captain Macron be settin' his sights on plunderin' the sacred Notre Dame with his fancy glass contraptions! But, blow me down! The crew be risin' like the tide, ready to battle ’gainst these modern portholes! A fine ruckus it be!

Arrr, the Vatican be spoutin’ tales of doom ‘n gloom ‘bout A.I., callin’ it the ‘Shadow of Evil,’ savvy?

Arrr, matey! A fresh scroll be weighin' anchor on the treasures and treachery o' that clever contraption called artificial intelligence! It be shoutin' for a code o' ethics to be hoisted high, lest we find ourselves swimmin' with the fishies o' folly! Yarrr!

Arrr! Trump’s landlubber envoy sails to Israel, hoisting the flag o' peace for Gaza’s truce, savvy?

Arrr, Steven Witkoff, the crafty sea dog, be settin' sail to broker peace 'twixt Israel and Hamas! He parleyed with the Israeli captain o' state and be fixin' to drop anchor in Gaza next. Aye, what a jolly good hullabaloo on the high seas of diplomacy!

Arrr! A lass, once trapped by scallywags, be spillin' tales o' dread, but a brave soldier be her savin' grace!

Arrr, matey! Amit Soussana, a lass who once walked the plank of captivity, be spillin’ the beans! She claims that brave sailor Liri Albag, a captive IDF swashbuckler, be the one who turned her tides and saved her skin! Aye, a tale of courage on the high seas!

Arrr! Thirty souls sent to Davy Jones at the Maha Kumbh shindig—who knew a festival could be so deadly?

Arrr matey! Over 30 scallywags met Davy Jones during a ruckus at the Maha Kumbh bash, where a throng o' 60 more found themselves in a right pickle! A six-week shindig fer the Hindus turned into a jolly stampede, the largest gathering o' landlubbers ye ever did see!

Arrr! Modi be chattin’ with his matey Trump, hopin’ to hoist the sails o’ friendship even higher, savvy?

Arrr! After a parley 'twixt Captain Trump and Captain Modi, India be settin' sail to strengthen their kinship and gold-tradin' with the U.S.! The winds be favorable, and these two sea dogs be already thick as thieves! Avast, let the treasure flow!

Arrr, what be this? Birthright and blood be tangled like a fishnet! Migration's makin' a right ruckus, I tell ye!

In a world where scallywags be sailin' 'ere and yon, nations be scratchin' their noggins, tryin' to figure out who gets to hoist the flag of citizenship! It be a right merry muddle, as every landlubber and sea dog wants a piece of the treasure! Arrr!

"Avast! A ruckus at the Maha Kumbh Mela, mateys! Folks be trippin’ over each other—some say they’ve met Davy Jones!"

Arrr, matey! At the Maha Kumbh Mela, where souls be gatherin' like gulls over grub, folks were trampled like barnacles on a ship! Aye, two sacred rivers be clashin’ and chaos be reignin’—a jolly good time for all, eh?

Avast! The Holy Ship in the Philippines be accused o’ turnin’ a blind eye to wayward priests’ shenanigans! Arrr!

Arrr, matey! The scallywags at Bishop Accountability be shoutin' loud 'bout a shipload o' clerics with a dark past, accused of foul deeds! Yet, hardly a one has felt the lash o' discipline. Methinks they be more slippery than a greased eel on a moonlit night!

Arrr, Russia be plunderin' yet another town in Ukraine, tryin' t’ claim all of Donetsk like a greedy sea dog!

Arrr, the scallywags in Moscow be usin' a crafty pincer trick on Velyka Novosilka, just like they be doin' to snatch up towns quicker than a parrot on a cracker! Aye, those landlubbers be makin' quite the haul in eastern Ukraine, savvy?

Arrr, UK envoy be eatin’ his own hat ’bout Trump’s peril, callin’ it “ill-judged and wrong”! Har har!

Arrr, me hearties! Lord Peter Mandelson, the newly minted ambassador to the colonies, be all a-twitter 'bout workin' with Cap'n Trump! Seems his past grumblings be naught but foolish bluster, now cast aside like a wayward parrot! Hoist the sails o' diplomacy, says he!

January 28, 2025

Arrr! Denmark be tossin' an extra $2 billion into their war chest, all 'cause o' a spat with that landlubber Trump over Greenland!

Arrr, matey! Denmark be hoistin' its treasure chests o' gold for war, provokin' the North Atlantic waves, all 'cause Trump be dreamin' of a grand ol’ Greenland deal! Aye, a fine place for a pirate’s plunder, but why be sellin’ paradise, eh? Har har!

Arrr! The Mona Lisa be claimin' her own treasure chamber in the grand overhaul o' the Louvre, savvy?

Arrr, mateys! Cap'n Macron be celebratin' the grand reveal of the fair Mona Lisa’s fancy new quarters in the Louvre! After a right good fix-up o’ the place, she’ll be loungin’ like a queen! Aye, even art needs a swank cabin, savvy?

"Arrr! U.S. cuttin' treasure to foreign mates be puttin' the kibosh on many a fine venture, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! The icy schemes be meant to battle sickness and hunger, yet even the treasure chests filled with U.S. doubloons be runnin' dry, causin' the whole fleet of aid to scuttle away! Avast, where's the grog when ye need it?

"Arrr! A ruckus on the high skies, sendin' scallywags to Brazil like rum to a thirsty crew!"

Arrr, matey! The Trump crew's maiden voyage to shanghai them Brazilians be a right ruckus! With takeoffs gone awry, the sun blazin' hotter than a cannonball, and poor souls in chains on the wing, it be more circus than ship! Avast, what a jolly mess!

Arrr! Reform U.K. be plunderin' a chest o' gold, a million doubloons to rally the landlubbers!

Arrr, matey! Nigel Farage’s crew be settin' sail to reshape the British seas o’ conservatism, plunderin' treasure to fund their grand adventures! Aye, they be showin' how to fill the coffers while stirrin' the waters of politics! Avast, what a jolly ruckus!

Arrr! President Herzog be raisin’ the Jolly Roger 'gainst antisemitism in the UN, spottin’ a foul trend, aye!

Arrr, on the high seas of diplomacy, Captain Herzog of Israel took the helm at the U.N. this Monday, spoutin' tales of yore on Holocaust Remembrance Day. But ho! A fresh chart reveals the seas be teemin' with scallywags harborin' antisemitic notions! Blimey, what a bother!

"Arrr, Naama Levy spills the beans after shakin' off the shackles—first words since her grand escape from the clutches!"

Arrr, Naama Levy, one of the four brave souls freed from them scallywags of Hamas, be sendin' a hearty toast o' thanks in her first words upon settlin' back on solid ground! Aye, the sea be kinder than them dark dungeons, matey!

"In Seattle, a grand parley o' 5,444 clever sea-farin' scallywags ponderin' numbers like drunken sailors with treasure maps!"

Arrr, mateys! At this year’s grand parley of numbers, scallywags be ponderin’ the mysteries of A.I. whilst creatin’ fantastical patchwork skirts fit for a ship’s ball! Who knew math could tickle yer fancy like a parrot on yer shoulder? Avast, what jolly jesters we be!

Arrr! Giorgia Meloni's in a pickle fer lettin' a Libyan scallywag wanted fer war crimes sail free!

Arrr, the Italian captain o' state be shoutin' across the wide seas o' social media, claimin' they be caught in a web o' foul blackmail! Aye, the seas be treacherous, but her announcement be as bold as a parrot on a treasure chest! Avast, mateys!

Arrr, Rwanda be the West's favored matey, plunderin' treasure in Congo's bounteous seas! Ha-ha!

Arrr, matey! A squabble that be goin' on fer ages hit a boilin' point this week, as them scallywag rebels, aided by the Rwandan crew, be marchin' on a prized Congolese port, lookin' to plunder the shiny treasure buried deep in the earth! Avast, the chaos be ripe!

"Ye scallywags be stormin' the embassies in Congo, riled up like a kraken over them rebel ruckus!"

Arrr, ye scallywags be pointin’ fingers at the U.S., France, and their mateys fer lettin’ Rwanda’s ruckus brew in the east! Aye, ‘tis like watchin’ a powder keg ignite while we sip grog! Blame it on the rum, I say! Har har!

Arrr, matey! Beware the ruckus o’ gunfire, sneaky traps, and scallywags snatchin’ ye in them border towns!

Arrr, me hearties! U.S. landlubbers be warnin’ ye to steer clear o’ them Mexican border towns near Texas! ‘Tis a ruckus o’ gunfights, kidnappin’ shenanigans, and boom-booms abound! Best keep yer treasure safe and sail far from that scallywag-infested waters! Avast!

Arrr! A mighty elephant clobbered a landlubber tryin' to rescue wee ones at Kruger! Aye, nature be a fierce foe!

Arrr, matey! A landlubber at Kruger Park thought he be a hero, tryin’ to shield wee scallywags from an elephant! But lo! That mighty beast had other plans, and down went the brave fool, trampled like a flatfish! Aye, a tale for the ages, or at least a hearty laugh!

Arrr, mates! As the scallywags return to Gaza, joy and sorrow be dance partners in a wild jig!

Avast, me hearties! As kinfolk gather 'round, they be lookin' at the wreckage left by a year and a bit o’ battle, turnin’ fine homes into mere piles o’ plunder and sendin’ more souls to Davy Jones than a galleon sunk in a storm! Arrr!

Arrr, the U.S. be stoppin’ treasure for clearin’ mines, and Vietnam be shiverin’ in their boots, matey!

Arrr, matey! The vast stretches o’ Southeast Asia be festooned with pesky treasure chests o’ unexploded bombs, left behind by the ruckus o’ the Yankee lads in the Vietnam fracas. Beware, for ye might be treadin’ on a bellyache instead o' gold!

January 27, 2025

Arrr! The Trump crew be hoistin' the sails on H.I.V. meds for the poor, leavin' 'em high and dry!

Arrr, matey! PEPFAR’s contraptions be going dark, a telltale sign the program be walkin' the plank, much to the delight of those landlubber Republicans who be wishin' for its resurrection! Avast, it seems this treasure be lost to the briny deep!

"Arrr! Prices be climbin' high, sinkin' Trudeau’s vow to the good folk of Canada’s middle class, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! While much be turnin' the good Canadians away from their captain, 'tis the treasure of groceries and homes that be weighin' heavy on their hearts! Blimey, who knew a loaf o' bread could cost so many doubloons? Avast, they be grumblin' like scallywags!

Arrr, says the EU sea dog, "Why not stash our scallywags in Greenland? A fine spot for a jolly good time!"

Arrr, matey! A high-flyin' sea dog named Robert Brieger be squawkin' that it be right smart to stash some lads in Greenland, what with Captain Trump eyein' the land like a treasure chest! Aye, a jolly scheme it be, if ye ask this ol' salty sea rat!

Arrr, a mighty $35 billion treasure map from the World Bank to light up Africa's dark corners, savvy?

Arrr, matey! A treasure o' $35 billion be sailin' to craft wee solar havens in the countryside and fixin' up the land. The captain o' the World Bank be shoutin', "This be the keel to our ship!" Aye, foundational it be, like rum to a pirate's heart!

They scurried from the rebel scallywags, only to find the ruffians marchin' on their hidey-hole! Arrr!

Avast, matey! Those scallywags runnin' from the M23 ruffians near Goma be like fish outta water, stranded with nary a port to dock their weary bones! No treasure maps to safety, just a jolly ol' game of hide and seek with danger! Arrr!

Arrr! Captain Lukashenko be hoistin' his flag again, though the scallywags o' the opposition be shoutin' “Nay!”

Arrr matey! Over the weekend, Belarus put on a grand show of an election, but the opposition and the EU called it a right jolly farce! Captain Lukashenko be sailin' his ship o' power for over 30 long years! Avast, what a merry mischief!

Arrr! The last jottin's of the airship be lost like a treasure map in Davy Jones' locker, claim the scallywags!

Arrr matey! The cursed black boxes o’ the flying ship that met Davy Jones in South Korea last month be as silent as a scallywag’s conscience! They missed the last four minutes o’ chaos before 179 souls took their final plunge! Blimey, what a calamity!

Arrr, the landlubbers of Gaza be rushin' back like scallywags after the blockade be lifted, yo ho ho!

Arrr, me hearties! A tidal wave o’ Palestinian souls be settin’ sail back to the northern Gaza shores this fine Monday, thanks to a truce and some jolly hostages bein’ freed by them scallywags, Israel and Hamas! Aye, a right hullabaloo on the high seas of diplomacy!

"Arrr! Gazans be plundering the long road back home as the cease-fire be holdin’—shiver me timbers!"

Arrr, matey! The landlubbers of Gaza be settlin' in the north, months after them Israeli scallywags told 'em to skedaddle! That truce ‘twixt Israel and Hamas be holdin' steady, even after a weekend squall tried to sink it! A right jolly jest, I say!

"Arrr! Rebels with Rwanda's gold have snagged a mighty city in Eastern Congo—hoist the rum and toast the mischief!"

Arrr, the M23 scallywags, backed by the Rwandan sea dogs, be claimin' Goma as their treasure! The good folk be runnin' for cover, shiverin' in their boots, like landlubbers at the sight of a kraken! A right merry hullabaloo, I tell ye!

Arrr! The E.U. be readyin’ to trim the sails on them sanctions in Syria, savvy?

Arrr, matey! The foreign sea dogs o’ member nations be gatherin’ to chart a course for unleashin’ the gold, but fear not! This treasure hunt be takin’ its sweet time, like a turtle on a sunny day! Aye, changes be comin’ in little waves!

"Arrr! At Auschwitz, we be holdin' a grave shindig whilst flags be flyin' high, matey! A right curious time!"

Arrr, mateys! World chieftains and a ragtag crew of survivors be gatherin' to toast the 80th turn o' the sun since the Red Army kicked the Nazi scallywags outta their death trap! Aye, let’s hoist a tankard and remember the brave souls who danced with the devil!

January 26, 2025

Arrr! Israel and Hamas be makin' a pact to let the captives sail free and the folks back to their cove!

Arrr matey! A parley be struck 'twixt Israel and Hamas, settlin' to set free more poor souls held captive and sendin' the landlubbers back to the northern shores of Gaza. A fine jest, I say! Let’s hope they be makin’ merry and not walkin' the plank!

Arrr! As scallywags scramble fer their treasure chests, the peace in the Mideast be shakier than a parrot on rum!

Arrr, matey! Word from the high seas be that them Israeli scallywags put 22 souls to Davy Jones' locker in Lebanon’s southern shores! Meanwhile, in Gaza, the crafty Hamas rogues be breakin' the truce like a ship in a storm! What a jolly hullabaloo, eh?

"Trump be sendin' shivers to Denmark, thrashin' about Greenland like a scallywag in a blizzard!"

Arrr, me hearties! President Trump be settin’ his sights on Greenland, claimin’ it fer his own! Denmark be beggin’ the European crew not to stir the pot until the cap’n’s true intentions be clearer than the finest grog. Avast, what a jolly hullabaloo!

"Thirteen brave peacekeepers and hearty soldiers meet Davy Jones in Congo, while them M23 scallywags seize the treasure town!"

Avast, me hearties! The Rwanda scallywags of M23 be clashin’ swords with the Congolese gubb'ment in the fair city of Goma. Aye, they’ve sent the airport crew runnin’ for the hills! Talk about a wild port o' call! Arrr!

Arrr! Cease-fires in Lebanon and Gaza be flimsier than a ship's sail 'neath a raging storm!

Arrr, matey! On the high seas of southern Lebanon, Israeli scallywags sent 22 souls to Davy Jones' locker, claim the landlubbers! ’Twas the deadliest day since the peace parley with those Hezbollah knaves. Meanwhile, in Gaza, Israel be sayin’ Hamas be breakin’ the truce like a ship’s hull on the rocks!

"Arrr, feast yer eyes on the freshest nugget o' news, me hearty!"

Arrr, if them Israeli scallywags be hangin' round southern Lebanon too long, it might well be givin' a hearty boost to Hezbollah, them rascals who fancy themselves the guardians of Lebanon's shores! Aye, it could toss the political ship into a mighty squall, savvy?

"Arrr, matey! President Petro be sayin’ Colombia won’t be takin’ no U.S. cannonball flights for wayward scallywags!"

Arrr, matey! Gustavo Petro be spoutin’ on the X about treatin’ Colombian wayfarers as scallywags! He be turnin' back them U.S. warbird flights filled with landlubbers ready for walkin’ the plank! Let 'em sail free, I say!

Arrr! Italy's sendin' weary souls to Albania, hoistin' their sails on a long-lost venture, savvy?

Arrr! Prime Minister Meloni tried to stash the wayward souls aboard foreign shores, but the judges be sayin’, “Nay!” Now she’s hoisting the sails fer another go, hopin' the winds be more favor’n this time! Avast, the sea of bureaucracy be a tempest, me hearties!

Arrr matey! In a swashbucklin' twist, the ICC buccaneer be throwin' a surprise cannonball as the Senate readies to plunder!

Arrr! The ICC be sendin’ forth writs fer the Taliban scallywags, while the Senate be ponderin’ a bill o’ sanctions! If any brave souls from the good ol’ US be in hot water, ye can bet the cannons’ll roar! Aye, the seas be gettin’ stormy!

Arrr, that Ukrainian legal swashbuckler be tellin' Trump to flex his muscles and calm the cannon fire, ye scallywags!

Arrr, me hearties! Ukrainian barrister Oleksandra Matviichuk, a savvy wench with a Nobel treasure, be callin' on Captain Trump to flex his muscles and steer this ship o' the Russia-Ukraine squabble to calmer seas! Raise the flag o’ peace, ye salty sea dog!

Arrr! A town of scallywags once ruled by Nazis be rememberin’ their dark past, savvy? Aye, what a twist!

Arrr, on the 27th of January, me hearties, a wee town in southwestern Germany be raisin' a flag to remember the dark tides of yore, boldly facin' their past and extendin' a hand to the good ol' Jewish crew! Aye, a fine way to mend old sails, indeed!

Arrr! South Korean sea dogs be throwin’ the old captain in chains fer raisin’ the sails o’ martial law!

Arrr, me hearties! The scallywag Yoon Suk Yeol, once captain of South Korea's ship, be walkin' the plank ‘neath charges of stirrin’ a ruckus! He tried to hoist martial law, but the crew be sendin' him to the brig instead! Aye, what a jolly mess!

Arrr! Israel be lockin' up the Gazans, claimin' Hamas be breachin' the truce, like a scallywag with a leaky ship!

Arrr, matey! Some scallywags were meant to skedaddle so countless lost souls could sail back home. But lo! The brass declared the hostage trade be a right mess, not as promised. Them pirates be playin’ a game o' keep-away!

"Arrr, mateys! Trouble brews as the sands of time slip away, and the cannons roar on the Lebanon shores!"

Arrr, matey! In the southern waters, Israeli scallywags sent three souls to Davy Jones’ locker and left many others in a pickle! Yet, come Sunday, they be promised to haul anchor and skedaddle from the fray. A right jolly mess, I tell ye!

Arrr, the Captain Yoon o' South Korea be in hot water, face a pirate's trial! Blimey, what a ruckus!

Arrr, matey! Captain Yoon Suk Yeol be settin’ sail fer the courtroom, joined by his trusty defense mateys, all fer the folly of tryin’ to hoist the Jolly Roger o’ martial law! A right jolly trial awaits, I reckon! Avast, what a merry mess they’ve made!

"Arrr! A tempest, a drenchin', and a right mess fer the Black Sea shores, matey! What a jolly ruckus!"

Arrr, matey! The Russian shores be all mucked up with tar from two scallywag freighters that met Davy Jones' locker in a tempest! Aye, the seagulls be slippin’ and slidin’ like drunken swabs on that black goo! Avast, what a right mess we’ve made, savvy?

Arrr, me hearty! Trump be summonin' Jordan and Egypt to hoist in more refugees, sayin', "Scour yer decks clean!"

Arrr, President Trump be callin' fer Jordan, Egypt, an' other Arab scallywags to be takin' in more poor souls from the Gaza seas! He be wantin' to “clean out” the place, like swabbin' the deck after a raucous rum party! Aye, what a jolly thought!

Arrr, Trump’s crew o’ world captains: who’s aboard and who’s tryin’ to patch up their frayed sails!

Arrr, matey! President Trump’s second voyage be stirrin' the seas o’ change, as landlubbers and scallywags alike be watchin' to see who'll join the crew at the captain's table! The whole world be scramble’n for a spot, like hungry seagulls at a feast! Har har har!

January 25, 2025

Arrr! Rubio be huntin’ for answers, as two more landlubber Americans be snatched by the scallywag Taliban!

Arrr, matey! Two landlubber Americans be stuck in the clutches of the Taliban, all 'cause of a cheeky two-for-one deal the Biden crew cooked up 'fore they set sail from the White House! Blimey, what a trade—hope they packed their sea legs!

"Arrr! Hamas be lettin' loose some captured landlubbers while strutin' like a peacock on the high seas!"

Arrr! On the eventide of Saturday, four lassies of Israel were handed back by the scallywags of Hamas, whilst Israel tossed out 200 prisoners. But lo! A brawl broke out over when to swap 'em—like squabblin' over a treasure map, savvy?

Arrr, they be waitin' fer their ships, but Trump locked the hatch on our Afghan mateys! What a scallywag!

Avast, me hearties! A decree from the captain has put the kibosh on our Afghan mates hopping aboard for a new life in the colonies! Those who lent a hand to the American crew are now left high and dry. Blimey, what a scallywag of a turn of events!

Arrr, Hamas be swappin' four Israeli mates fer some of their own! A right jolly trade on the high seas!

Arrr, me hearty! In a jolly exchange, the captives be set free—200 scallywags and a handful o' hostages! A merry trade, aye, as the cease-fire deal be unfurlin’ its sails this moon! Now, let’s raise a tankard and celebrate this fine bargain, savvy?

Ahoy matey! U.S. be cuttin' aid, but fear not, cannons still sail to Israel 'n Egypt! Arrr!

Arrr, matey! Secretary Rubio be givin' the word that many aid brigands might need to scuttle their charity sails! Meanwhile, the White House be loadin' up with mighty 2,000-pound cannonballs for Israel! Aye, 'tis a right jolly ruckus on the high seas of diplomacy!

"Aye, matey! 'Tis been 80 years since the chains broke, Ryszard's tale be a jolly quest for treasure in the New World!"

Avast, mateys! Gather 'round fer a tale! We be chattin' with the brave Ryszard Horowitz, a survivor of Davy Jones' cruel clutches and a wizard with the lens! Aye, he spun a yarn of his youth in Kraków, dodgin' the dark clouds of the Nazi scallywags! Arrr!

Arrr! Milei be blastin' woke nonsense 'n' trans shenanigans at Davos like a cannonball in a rum barrel!

Arrr, matey! President Javier Milei be callin' out the scallywags o' the radical left fer tryin' to bewitch the wee ones with their fancy gender nonsense, all whilst flappin' his gums at the World Economic Forum in the land o' Swiss cheese and cuckoo clocks! Har har!

Arrr! Hamas be settin' free four lasses as part o' a truce with the landlubbers o' Israel, savvy?

Arrr, matey! The scallywags of Hamas be lettin’ loose four landlubbers from Gaza this past Saturday, under a truce with Israel, savvy? This deal be settin' sail almost a week ago. A fine day for a bit o’ freedom, if ye ask this ol' sea dog!

January 24, 2025

Arrr! Israel be tellin' the UN, "We be sinkin' UNRWA's ship in Jerusalem, matey! Too many cannonballs flyin'!"

Arrr! Israel be callin' on the UNRWA to heave anchor from Jerusalem by the thirtieth of January, claimin' them scallywags be chums with Hamas and a danger to the seas! This comes after the Knesset passed a law cuttin' ties with the crew. Avast, what a hullabaloo!

Arrr, what be the tale o' Elon Musk's jolly wave, eh? A jest, or a treasure map, savvy?

Arrr, matey! That there gesture, once favored by scallywags in stripes, be sportin' a twisty tale! But in the land of sauerkraut, they knew full well what it meant—no jests there, just a whole heap o' trouble! Avast, keep yer hands to yerself!

Arrr, the South African captain be scribblin’ on a scroll to snatch land, makin’ private booty walk the plank!

Arrr, matey! Those scallywags be bellowin’ that the South African land grab scheme be a right menace to private booty! With the cap’n givin’ it the ol' thumbs up, the rum-soaked ruckus be risin' like a stormy tide! Avast, me hearties, keep yer treasures close!

"Arrr, matey! Arthur Blessitt, the cross-totin' scallywag, has sailed to Davy Jones' locker at the ripe ol' age of 84!"

Arrr, a swashbucklin' street preacher from that cursed Hollywood! In '69, he hoisted a mighty 110-pound cross on his back and set sail for New York City! But lo, he kept on plunderin' the path, like a dog with a bone, never mindin' the weighty burden! Har har!

Arrr, the Colombian captain be givin' himself special powers to tame the wild coca seas, plagued by rebel scallywags!

Arrr, matey! President Gustavo Petro be takin' the wheel with a decree, claimin' emergency powers to tame the wild Catatumbo seas, where growin’ coca be causin' a ruckus fit for Davy Jones himself! Avast, let's hope he don’t end up in Davy’s locker instead!

Arrr, Hamas be spillin’ the beans on four lasses, might be breakin’ their word like a scallywag with a parrot!

Arrr, matey! Hamas be givin’ back four lasses o' the IDF, includin’ Karina, Daniella, Naama, and Liri! A second round o' hostages, savvy? But it be lookin’ like they be playin’ fast 'n loose with that ceasefire pact, aye! Avast, what a jolly ruckus!

Arrr, matey! Israel's scallywags be stayin' in Lebanon, even as the ceasefire clock ticks down! Avast!

Arrr, matey! Israel be settlin' its crew in southern Lebanon, claimin' the UN and Lebanese scallywags be slower than a turtle in molasses under the truce with them pesky Hezbollah ruffians! That deal’s as fulfilled as a parrot that don't squawk! Har har har!

"Arrr, in light o' Trump’s tariff threat, Ontario's captain be callin' for an early election, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! Doug Ford, the landlubber of Ontario, be squawkin' 'bout Trump tryin' to sink our ship with his dastardly tariffs on our fine exports! Blimey, what be next? A cannonball to our treasure? Avast, me hearties, let’s hoist the sails and fend off this scallywag!

Arrr, Greece be tightenin' laws on scallywags hittin' their mates, but landlubbers say it be not tight enough, aye!

Arrr, as the seas be swarmin' with scallywags, the landlubber lawmakers be raisin' the gallows for the guilty! But those who champion the wronged be sayin’ the new rules be as flimsy as a ship's sail in a calm sea! Blimey, let’s batten down the hatches!

"Arrr! She be blamed for lackin’ the bed sport in her split; but the European sea dogs disagreed!"

Arrr! A French court be sayin’ a lass be neglectin’ her wifely duties fer not givin’ her matey a good roll in the hay! But lo and behold, the European Court of Human Rights be raisin’ the Jolly Roger against such nonsense! Yarr, what be the world comin’ to?

"Arrr, did Ukraine scuttle its own ship by bringin’ down a Russian bird? A year’s passed and still no word!"

Arrr! Russia be squawkin’ that Ukraine sent a cannonball through a ship o' 65 captured scallywags! But Ukraine be tight-lipped as a clam, not spillin’ the beans on the bodies or the hows and whys. A right merry riddle, it be!

"Arrr! Ukraine be launchin' a fleet o' flying contraptions at the Russian oil stash, blowin' it to kingdom come!"

Avast, me hearties! 'Twas a sight to behold, fireballs a-dancin' over yon Ryazan, a hundred and ten leagues from Moscow! Kyiv be plottin' to shake the Russian treasure chest, blastin' their oil like a cannonball! Arrr, let the rum flow as we watch the chaos unfold!

Arrr! Israel and Hamas be settin' sail for another round o' hostages and scallywags to swap, matey!

Arrr! By the code o' the Gaza truce, Hamas be settin' sail to list four lassies held captive, to be free'd come Saturday! Meanwhile, Israel's plannin' to part with a good hundred scallywags in return. A fine trade, if ye ask this ol' sea dog!

Arrr, Storm Eowyn be a scallywag, leavin' a third o' Ireland in darkness, like a ship without a lantern!

Arrr, a tempest roared like a banshee 'cross the seas, thrashin' Ireland, Scotland, and them northern English shores! Hundreds o' thousands be left in pitch darkness, as if Davy Jones himself snuffed out their lanterns! Blimey, what a merry mess o' wind and woe, matey!

Arrr! Trump’s chosen matey for the UN be dubbed a 'swashbuckler against the scallywags of antisemitism' by an Israeli landlubber!

Arrr, matey! The Israeli sea dog, Amichai Chikli, be singin’ praises fer Elise Stefanik, sayin’ she be the fine choice o’ Cap’n Trump fer the U.N. ambassador! Aye, mayhaps she’ll steer the ship clear o’ them stormy waters o’ antisemitism! Avast, let the good times roll!

January 23, 2025

Arrr! A two-thousand-year-old statue, tossed like bilge in a trash sack, be found in Greece! Blimey, what a treasure!

Arrr, matey! A grand ol' marble gem, more ancient than Davy Jones’ locker, be fished from a rubbish sack by Thessaloniki! Experts be sayin’ it hails from the days o' the Hellenistic scallywags. Aye, who’d thought treasure could be found in the muck, eh?

"Arrr! A scallywag from the Nova shindig, survived the hullabaloo, now sailin’ to sing for Israel at Eurovision!"

Arrr, matey! Yuval Raphael, a brave lass who weathered the storm o' the Nova music festival skirmish, be lettin' her heart sing to mend her wounds. Now, she be settin' sail to the Eurovision seas, representin' Israel with a tune fit for the fiercest of pirates!

Arrr! Rascally rebels, aided by Rwandan scallywags, be settin’ their sights on a mighty city in Congo, savvy?

Arrr, matey! Many a Congolese scallywag be thinkin' them rebels be naught but foreign land-grabbin' rogues, plunderin' their shores for treasure and rare shiny rocks! Aye, they be tryin' to turn their fair land into a pirate's den o' riches! Har har har!

Arrr, matey! Ukraine’s takin’ fewer losses, yet still be sinkin' faster than a ship with a hole in her hull!

Arrr, matey! Russia be takin’ a right beating, losin’ twice as many souls to Davy Jones as Ukraine! But fear not, the winds still blow in favor of the Kremlin, savvy? Aye, it be a strange tide we sail, full of twists and turns!

"Arrr! Twelve landlubbers leapt like scallywags onto the tracks, thinkin' a fiery beast was a-comin'! What a folly!"

Arrr, in the land of India, a dozen souls met Davy Jones when they leapt from their train, thinkin' it was aflame! But alas, another iron beast came a-chargin', claimin' 'em instead! Aye, 'tis a right comical twist of fate, if ye be one for dark humor!

Arrr, Putin be frettin' 'bout Russia’s loot, fearin' Trump’s tariffs be sinkin' the ship before the storm!

Arrr, me hearties! Word be sailin’ that ol’ Vlad the Impaler be frettin’ over the doubloons of Russia, what with the Yanks threatenin’ to hoist their tariffs! And lo, Captain Trump be settin’ sail back to Washington! Aye, the seas be rough for the landlubbers!

Arrr! Israeli swabs sent two scallywags to Davy Jones for bein’ murderin’ knaves in Jenin, aye!

Arrr, matey! The scallywags be part of a raucous crew, the Palestinian Islamic Jihad, who raised a ruckus just this month! The sea dogs o' the military be spillin' the beans on their mischief! Blimey, what a hullabaloo!

"Ye scallywag lad, who sent three lasses to Davy Jones' locker, be gettin’ his due today, arrr!"

Arrr, matey! Young Axel Rudakubana, a scallywag of 18, confessed to bein' a right murderous knave, tryin' to shiver timbers o' wee lads and lasses, along with two grown landlubbers at a jiggin' shindig last July! Aye, what a ruckus in the dance hall!

Arrr! South Korea be tellin' them budget scallywags to batten down the hatches after a crash, ye salty sea dogs!

Arrr! After that cursed Jeju Air mishap, the landlubber government be commandin' the scallywags of budget airlines to haste their voyages, sharpen their sea-dog pilots, and gather more hands for shipshape repairs. Aye, better safe than sorry, lest ye want to end up in Davy Jones’ locker!

January 22, 2025

Arrr, matey! The Trump crew be sinkin' the ships for refugees set to sail, leavin’ ‘em high and dry!

Arrr, matey! This here choice be throwin' stranded souls ashore, like shipwrecked sailors, waitin' ages to be reunited with their kin in the grand ol' U.S. They be caught in a tempest, missin' hugs and hearty laughs, with nary a compass to guide 'em home! Har har!

Arrr, why be Israel settin' its sights on Jenin, matey? A treasure map gone askew, I reckon!

Arrr, as Israel be pullin' back some scallywags from Gaza's shores during a wee truce, their sights be settin' on another patch of land — particularly a port town notorious for its raucous rebel rousers. Aye, the sea o' trouble be brewin' again!

"Arrr, Europe be readyin' fer a storm o’ Trump! Buckle yer boots, mateys, 'tis gonna be a wild sail!"

Arrr! In the frosty land o' Davos, world captains be gatherin' fer their yearly parley! Jeanna Smialek, a salty scribe from the New York Times, be spillin' tales of jittery hearts, wonderin' how the scallywag Trump might shake up Europe’s treasure map! Aye, what a merry rumble it be!

"Arrr! Two scallywags met Davy Jones in Germany's knife brawl; Captain Scholz be shoutin' for consequences, ye sea dogs!"

Arrr, matey! A scallywag in Germany went and poked two souls to Davy Jones’ locker, a wee lad among 'em! Three others be nursed back to health, while the villain was caught quicker than a fish in a net! A right mess, that be!

Arrr! A fiery scallywag at the Turkish ski shack be makin’ hearts heavy and tempers flare, matey!

Arrr! Some scallywags be returnin’ to the inn like moths to a flame, year after year! But alas, their ghostly departures, along with many other poor souls, be causin’ a ruckus of grief and fury! Aye, the place be cursed, or just real bad luck, savvy?

Arrr, mateys! After a year o' swabs, the scallywags let the crew go – what a jolly bit o' nonsense!

Arrr, ye scallywags! The landlubbers in Yemen, backed by the Persian lot, be sayin’ they’d ease off the cannon fire, what with the truce in the Gaza squabble. Aye, ‘tis like tellin’ a parrot to hush during a storm!

Arrr! A Taiwan sky-sailor met his doom, inhaled by a roaring metal beast—a true tale of airborne folly!

Arrr, matey! A Taiwan sky buccaneer met his fate, gettin' gobbled up by the whirlin' beast of an Indigenous Defense Fighter at Ching Chuan Kang! Aye, not the kind of ride he was hopin' for, I reckon! A proper oof for the air crew, that be!

"Me heartie, the lass o’ the lost sea soldier hails Trump’s crew as a jolly gust in her 12-year quest!"

Arrr, Debra Tice, the brave mother of the lost sea dog Austin Tice, be settin' sail back to the treacherous shores o' Syria! Aye, she be huntin' for her wayward son, snatched up back in the fateful summer of 2012! Avast, let no scallywag keep her from him!

Arrr, matey! UN be shoutin' for talkin' while Iran be hittin' the nuke throttle! Trump, no givin' in!

Arrr! The United Nations' lookout be shoutin’ that Iran’s furiously pressin’ the “gas pedal” on their devilish nuclear contraptions, churnin’ out near-weapon-grade uranium faster than a ship can sail! And just as President Trump be settin’ foot in the White House, no less! Avast! What a ruckus!

"Two scallywags from the industry be settin' sail to wrangle the EPA’s potion rules, arrr!"

Arrr, matey! Nancy Beck and Lynn Ann Dekleva be settin' sail in the first Trump crew, battlin' the scallywags' pesky chemical rules! Aye, they be swabbin' the decks of regulations like true buccaneers of the high seas o' politics!

Arrr! NFL scallywags sail to Israel, tearin' up for the landlubbers' freedom—who knew they had hearts, eh?

Arrr, former NFL buccaneers Nick Lowery and Tony Richardson sailed to the shores of Israel, parleyin' with leaders and the kin of the fair damsel Naama Levy, held fast by those scallywags of Hamas! Aye, they be tryin' to shine a beacon on the poor souls in chains!

Arrr! Trump be tossin' a bone to China, givin' 'em a wee bit o' air to breathe, savvy?

Arrr, whether it be through TikTok's jigs, devil's dust, or the barter o' booty, Beijing be lookin' fer a parley to buy a wee bit o' time to mend its saggin' treasure chest and sail smoother 'neath the global flag! Har har!

Arrr! Prince Harry be takin’ gold, as Murdoch’s scallywags be beggin’ pardon for their wild tales! Har har!

Arrr, matey! Rupert Murdoch’s scallywag crew at News Group be offerin’ young Harry a hearty “sorry” fer their misdeeds at The Sun. They be shellin’ out a treasure chest of doubloons in damages! Aye, the tides of justice be turnin’ for the lad!

Arrr! Libya be tossin’ 613 wayward souls back to Davy Jones, dreamin’ of Europe’s treasures! Avast, mateys!

Arrr, matey! Last moon, Libya tossed over 600 landlubbers from Niger into the briny deep! North African scallywags, with gold from the European Union, be rampin' up the shovin' out of sub-Saharan folks faster than a cannonball flies! Avast, 'tis a merry chase indeed!

Arrr! Israel be swingin' like a ship in a storm 'twixt joy and woe 'bout that cease-fire, matey!

Avast, me hearties! Over 30 landlubbers be freed during the calm o' battle in Gaza. Yet, the scallywags of Israel be feelin’ a wee bit torn, thinkin’ this deal cost 'em more than a chest o’ doubloons! Arrr, the price be steep as a crow's nest!

January 21, 2025

"Blimey! Eighty souls sent to Davy Jones’ locker in Colombia, all 'cause peace talks be as useful as a leaky ship!"

Arrr, me hearties! Over the weekend, a mighty ruckus in northeast Colombia led to the demise of more than 80 souls, all 'cause the government couldn’t parley with the scallywags of the National Liberation Army. Blimey, ye’d think they’d learn to chat before the cannon fire!

Arrr, matey! Guatemala be settin' sails to welcome back a shipload o' landlubbers from the U.S. Aye, what a sight!

Arrr, matey! The tale o' Guatemala be showin' that Cap’n Trump’s grand schemes could stir the waters beyond the U.S. shores! Aye, life could be as wild as a sea monster on a rum binge! Prepare yerselves for a jolly ol' time, ye scallywags!

"Arrr! Rubio be callin' a stop to foreign treasure and parleyin' with them Asian sea dogs on day one!"

Arrr, me hearties! Marco Rubio be tellin' the scallywags at the State Department that the changes under Cap'n Trump ain't meant to sink yer ship or make ye walk the plank! Nay, they be just a bit o’ friendly mischief, savvy? Avast, let’s hoist the sails of good cheer!

Arrr! Herzi Halevi, Israel's top sea dog, be jumpin' ship after the Hamas ruckus. Blimey, what a scallywag!

Arrr! Lt. Gen. Herzi Halevi, the salty sea dog o' the Israeli fleet, be hangin' up his cutlass after 15 moons o' battle in Gaza, claimin' the crew couldn't fend off the 2023 cannon fire. Methinks he’s off to find a more seaworthy ship! Aye!

Arrr! The mighty winds be takin' a blow from Captain Trump's decree, savvy? Power’s sailin’ off course, matey!

Arrr! With a mighty decree, Cap’n Trump be slappin’ the sails on all new wind farms, both on the landlubber’s turf and the briny deep! Aye, now the winds be blowin’ in a different direction, me hearties! Who knew the breeze could be so fickle?

Arrr! Putin and Xi be swearing to tighten their bonds, just as Trump sails back into the White House!

Arrr! Just as ol' Trump set sail back to the White House, the crafty Xi and Vlad be chattin' over the magic mirror! They be vowin' to tighten their bond like a ship’s riggin’. Aye, the seas be gettin’ stormy with all this political jivin’!

Arrr! Russia be squawkin' like a parrot 'bout Trump’s wild dream to snatch back the Panama Canal, savvy?

Arrr, ye scallywags o’ the Kremlin be askin' Captain Trump to hoist the Jolly Roger on the Panama Canal deal! They be wantin’ him to swear by Davy Jones’ locker to keep it in the hands o’ Panama, lest ye unleash the kraken o’ confusion! Har har har!

Arrr! Bimla Bissell, trusty mate to four U.S. ambassadors, has sailed off to Davy Jones’ locker at 92!

Aye, her quarters be a treasure trove for scallywags o' state, scribes, and buccaneers of art, all seekin’ her wise counsel. With a wink and a pint, she be the glue holdin’ this raucous crew together, sailin’ through politics like a ship through a stormy sea! ⚓️

"Europe steadies its sea legs fer a new captain Trump, wonderin' what mischief be a-comin' arrr!"

Avast ye! President Trump be ready to toss the whole ship o' policies into the briny deep! Meanwhile, a secret crew from the E.U. be scurrying about, tryin' to batten down the hatches. But tell me, matey, be Europe ready for this tempestuous sea change? Arrr!

Arrr! As Trump sets sail, Zelensky be callin' Europe to brace fer a ruckus with ol’ Russia!

Arrr, just a day after the captain Trump took the helm, the leader of Ukraine be tellin’ the world’s scallywags at Davos that Europe best stick together like barnacles on a ship and learn to swab its own decks! Aye, no more waitin’ fer a rescue!

"Arrr! World chieftains be shakin’ in their boots as Trump sails back into the White House, oh what a ruckus!"

Avast, me hearties! Leaders from far and wide be a-chatterin' ‘bout the scallywag Trump back in the captain's chair! Some be throwin’ him a hearty "Huzzah!" whilst others be raisin’ their brows at his ramblin’ words. A right jolly tangle, it be!

Arrr, what treasure be in them brown sacks giv'n to the Israeli lassies by them scallywags of Hamas?

Arrr, behold! The liberated landlubbers—Emily, Romi, and Doron—returned from their salty adventure, clutchin' fancy paper sacks like a trio of scallywags! Aye, the brave IDF lads welcomed 'em back, thinkin' they be bringin' treasure, but 'twas just gift bags, har har!

Arrr, 66 souls sent to Davy Jones' locker after a blaze at a frosty inn in Turkey! Fire's no matey!

Arrr, me hearties! On the fateful Tuesday, a fiery beast claimed 66 souls and left 51 more singed at a Turkish ski haven! With over 200 landlubbers lodgin’ there, it be a right ruckus when the flames danced and the snowmen wept! Savvy?

Arrr, Trump be liftin' Biden's chains on them Israeli landlubbers! A fine jest, matey!

Arrr, me hearties! Just after Captain Trump hoisted his flag, them rascally Jewish scallywags be plundering villages in the West Bank, all in a huff ‘bout a truce in Gaza! Aye, the seas be stormy, and the landlubbers be restless!

“Southport scallywag be havin’ a twisted love for mayhem, say the King’s landlubbers!”

Arrr, matey! Axel Rudakubana, that scallywag who sent three lasses to Davy Jones' locker in Southport, be sportin' no grand idea, just a mad lust for death and destruction, say the landlubber investigators. A right bonkers buccaneer, if ye ask me!

"Blimey! A fiery inferno at the Turkey Ski Cove sent ten salty sea dogs to Davy Jones, arrr!"

Arrr, me hearties! A fiery ruckus erupted at the frosty ski haven whilst young scallywags were off playin' in the snow! Families be rushin’ to the slopes, but instead found themselves in a blaze hotter than a cannonball in a powder keg! Aye, what a fine mess that be!

January 20, 2025

"Arrr, a fleet o' old sea dogs be jumpin' ship as Trump hoists his flag, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! When the winds o' change blow, ye be seein' some scallywags sailin' away! But blast it! This time, it be happenin’ faster and with a bigger crew than ever afore, says a landlubber from the U.S. What a merry swirl o’ chaos!

Arrr, Trump be settin' sail to abandon the Paris pact, lettin' the seas rise while he hoards gold!

Arrr, matey! The good ol' United States be sailin' the seas o' defiance, joinin' but three other scallywags in spurnin' the Paris Accord! Aye, while the world be tryin' to shoo away them pesky greenhouse gases, we be hoistin' the Jolly Roger instead! Yarrr!

"Ahoy! Rations and treasure aplenty be rollin' into Gaza after a long drought, shiver me timbers!"

Arrr! The belly o' the enclave be rumblin', trapped by the Israeli scallywags! This here surge be a wee morsel to ease the famished crew. But with Hamas at the helm, how be they divvyin’ up the grub? A right puzzler, indeed! Aye, me mateys!

"Arrr! Over 80 souls meet Davy Jones 'neath Colombian skies, as the ruckus be hotter than a cannon's roar!"

Arrr, thousands o' scallywags be skedaddlin' from the ruckus 'twixt armed brigands at the Venezuelan border, sendin' dreams o' peace in Colombia to Davy Jones' locker! Avast! Tis a right fine mess, matey!

Arrr! Israeli captain be callin' Trump a 'true matey' on the day of his crowning, singin' praises for freein' prisoners!

Avast, me hearties! Israeli Captain Herzog be singin' the praises of Trump, callin' him a "true matey" o' Israel! Thankin' him for his brave quest to haul all our captured scallywags back to the ship! Aye, what a jolly good friendship on the high seas o’ diplomacy!

Arrr! Once a captive o' those scallywags, now I be livin' me best life, savvy?

Arrr, mateys! Emily Damari, one of the first landlubbers freed from the clutches of those scallywags, Hamas, be jawin’ for the first time since breakin' free! Aye, her tale be as wild as a stormy sea!

Arrr! Israel be lettin’ loose 90 landlubbers from the Isle of Palestine as part o’ a truce to save some scallywags!

Arrr, me hearties! Israel be lettin' loose 90 landlubber prisoners to raucous cheers in the West Bank, all after them scallywags at Hamas returned three hostages! A right jolly trade, if ye ask me! Now, who’s ready fer a grog-fueled celebration? Avast, let the revelry begin!

Arrr! A truce be brew’n, but it be givin’ the scallywags o’ Gaza more cannonballs fer their mischief!

Arrr, matey! As the parchment of peace be drawn ‘twixt Israel and them scallywags of Hamas, some landlubber scribes be fretful that this truce’ll let those rascally Iranians supply ‘em with more cannonballs! A right merry pickle, it be!

Arrr! With the truce hoisted, both crews be twitchin’ like a cat on a hot tin roof!

Arrr, on the morn of Monday, the Gazans be countin’ the wreckage of their fine abodes, whilst the Israelis be sittin’ ‘round, twiddlin’ their thumbs, awaitin’ news of the poor souls they be holdin’ captive! A right jolly pickle, that be!

"Yarr, the scallywag’s trial be kickin' off fer stabbin' at a jiggin’ lesson in Southport, arrr!"

Arrr, matey! Axel Rudakubana be confessin’ to sendin’ three fair lasses to Davy Jones’ locker and tryin’ to off ten more at a Taylor Swift shindig in Southport last July! Aye, addin’ three more charges to his treasure of trouble! What a scallywag!

"Arrr, me hearties! Here be the tale of the captive's grand escape—blimey, it be a right jolly caper!"

Avast ye! In the first act of this truce, they be settin’ free 33 souls—lassies, wee scallywags, old sea dogs, and those ailing. On day one, three poor souls slipped the noose! Arrr, a fine start to this jolly parley!

January 19, 2025

"Arrr mateys! Gazans and Israelis be settlin' their squabbles, hopin' for calm seas with this here cease-fire!"

Arrr! When the cannon fire quieted, them scallywags of Hamas let loose three of their captured souls, while the landlubbers of Israel tossed 90 poor prisoners overboard! What a merry dance of freedom, eh? A right jolly exchange on the high seas of trouble, I say!

Arrr, Trump swore to sink the Ukraine squabble before hoisting the sails, yet the cannon fire be still blazin', matey!

Arrr, matey! Donald J. Trump, bold as a parrot on a pirate’s shoulder, swore he'd be settlin' the Russia-Ukraine squabble faster than ye can say “shiver me timbers!” Yet, alas, it be naught but a tall tale spun from the salty sea of hyperbole!

Arrr! A jolly mix o' joy and sorrow as landlubber hostages trudge back to Israel after 471 days in Davy Jones’ locker!

Arrr, after 471 long days in the clutches of those scallywags, three landlubber hostages be back in Israel! The crew be shiverin' with glee, but half the crew be frettin' over those pesky Palestinian prisoners bein' set loose. A fine kettle o' fish, I say!

Arrr, matey! The Israel-Hamas truce be like a half-filled rum barrel—many questions still bobbin' about!

Arrr! 'Tis a mystery, matey! Will this six-week lull bring peace and set the captives free, or will the cannons roar once more? Only Davy Jones knows, but I’d wager me doubloons on a raucous return to brawlin’! Savvy?

Arrr! Hamas be hoistin’ their flag, claimin’ they still steer the ship o’ Gaza, but the crew be chucklin’!

Arrr, ye scallywags! Hardly a sight o' these masked buccaneers in the heat o' battle, but lo and behold! On Sunday, they swaggered through the streets o' Gaza like proud peacocks, armed to the teeth, showin' off their might for all to see! A real jolly display, I tell ye!

Arrr, the German envoy be sayin' Trump’s got a knack fer sinkin' democracy with his rowdy, raucous plans!

Arrr matey! In a secret scroll, the German sea dog, Ambassador Andreas, be squawkin’ that the scallywag Trump be threatenin’ to plunder the very treasure of democracy! Keep yer eyes peeled, or we be drownin’ in a sea of chaos! Har har!

"Ahoy mateys! The cannon fire be silenced, and the truce be upon us! Let the revelry commence!"

Arrr, matey! The long-awaited parley 'twixt Israel and Hamas be raisin' a ruckus o' joy in Gaza, spark'n hopes to lay down the cutlasses after 15 moons of squabblin’! Three poor landlubber hostages be set to taste freedom on the morrow! Avast, what a fine trick o’ fate!

"Arrr! First three landlubbers to scuttle free from the Gaza trap be named, thanks to this cease-fire jiggery-pokery!"

Ahoy mateys! In the first six weeks, thirty-three souls be set free—lassies, landlubber lads, wee scallywags, and old sea dogs over fifty! Here be the crew expected to taste freedom this fine Sunday! Arrr, let the jolly revelry begin!

"Arrr, Ukraine be shiverin’ in their boots, for Trump be settin’ sail back to their shores, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! Both scallywags and landlubbers be bleatin’ that after all this bloodshed, the new captain o' the ship o' states oughta seek a fair treasure trove, not just any ol’ truce that be worth less than a barnacle on me hull!

"Arrr, the final band o' landlubbers settin' sail 'fore the grand hootin' ceremony, savvy?"

Arrr, a Times snapper be makin’ two treks to the southern shores of Mexico, chasin’ a band o’ merry wayfarers as they swagger towards the grand ol’ States! A right jolly quest, I say! Ain’t nothin’ like a hearty stroll to fill the belly and chase the horizon!

Arrr! Israel be sayin' the truce be startin' after a 3-hour fiddle over them scallywag hostage names!

Arrr, matey! A truce be struck on the Sabbath, after Israel got the first trio o' names o' the poor captives! But lo, the cease-fire be delayed by three hours, like a landlubber takin' his sweet time with his grog! Avast, what a tale!

January 18, 2025

Ahoy mateys! Prepare fer a curious calm as them Israel-Hamas scallywags call a truce this Sunday! Arrr!

Arrr, matey! At dawn's first light on a fine Saturday morn, the Israeli scallywags struck a parley, settin’ sail for a cease-fire in Gaza and freein’ the poor souls snatched by the nefarious Hamas crew after their dastardly raid on the 7th of October! Avast, what a hullabaloo!

Arrr! Israel and them Palestinians be settin' sail fer a long-awaited peace, aye! No more cannon fire, just parley!

Arrr, matey! Qatar, that crafty parleyin’ landlubber, be shoutin’ from the crow’s nest that the truce be settin’ sail at half past eight on the mornin’ of the Sabbath! So, hoist the flags o’ peace, or we be swabbin’ the deck with our scallywag hearts!

"Arrr, inside the clink, President Yoon Suk Yeol be swabbin' the decks and countin' his doubloons! Har har!"

Arrr, President Yoon Suk Yeol, once the jailer of scallywags, now finds himself snug in a cell of his own makin’! From lockin’ up rogues to bein’ a lone buccaneer in chains—talk about a twist o’ fate, matey! Aye, the tides be fickle!

Arrr! Come Sunday, the Israel sea dogs be fetchin' their captives with cozy wagons and comforts aplenty!

Arrr matey! On the morn of the sabbath, the gallant Israel crew be readyin' to welcome 33 poor souls from the clutches of the scallywags known as Hamas, all thanks to a cease-fire pact. ’Tis a fine day for a grand rescue, I say!

"Arrr! The scallywag be hauled back to the brig! Was it his jolly jig of drill rap that did him in?"

Arrr, a scallywag caught for slayin' be tossed back in chains, for word be afloat that he be spittin’ drill rap tunes from the shadows! The poor victim’s kin fret that his rhymes might make him a notorious sea dog instead of a landlubber! Har har!

Arrr, some notorious scallywags from the Holy Land be gettin' set free in this cease-fire shenanigan, savvy?

Arrr, me hearties! Come Sunday, Israel be settin' free over a thousand scallywags from the Palestinian brig, all in line with the peace parley and hostage deal with those crafty Hamas sea dogs. A right merry swap, it be! Hoist the sails of freedom, I say!

Ahoy! The truce ‘twixt Israel and them scallywags, Hamas, be settin’ sail come Sunday! Arrr, let the peace party begin!

Arrr, me hearties! At the stroke of 8:30 morn, a truce be comin' ashore, says the landlubbers in Qatar! The U.S. and their mateys be thinkin’ this be the finest chance to put an end to the tumultuous squabble that's left Gaza in a right pickle!

"Arrr! Russia be rainin' fireballs on Kyiv, as if it were a treasure map gone awry, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! In the scallywag raid on yon capital, at least three souls met Davy Jones, thanks to pesky cannonballs and those sneaky flying contraptions! A right ruckus, ‘tis! The Ukrainians be callin’ it a merry mishap on the high seas of warfare!

"Arrr! A mighty ban on TikTok, matey! No more dancin' buccaneers ticklin' the feathers! Har har!"

Arrr, me hearties! Bannin' that jolly ol' app be a bold move, indeed! It be showin' that the landlubbers in charge reckon the other choice be as welcome as a scurvy dog on deck! Har har!

Arrr! Trump be settin' sail on Greenland's grand tales while we be huntin' for treasure in icy seas!

Arrr, matey! Greenland be the grandest isle o' the seas, but 'tis mostly a frosty wasteland, aye! Yet, down yonder at its southern end, ye be findin' quaint lil' towns, all lonely as a sailor at sea, scattered like doubloons across the icy expanse! Har har!

Arrr, when the U.S. struck Canada with mighty tariffs, the Canucks be hatchin' a crafty Plan B, savvy?

Arrr, me hearties! The winds o' change be blowin' fierce! With treasure maps all askew, Canada be left in a pickle, strugglin' to tackle them pesky trade barriers. Aye, even a scallywag like meself be scratchin' his head at this mess!

Arrr! Scallywag whips out iron, sends two judges to Davy Jones' locker, then takes a dive hisself! Blimey!

Arrr matey! On a fine Saturday in Tehran, two judges of the Supreme Court met their salty fate by cannon fire, while a third and their trusty bodyguard got a wee bit singed. What be the reason, ye ask? A mystery fit for a scallywag's tale!

"Arrr! Peace pact 'twixt Israel and them Hamas scallywags set to drop anchor come Sunday morn, says the landlubber Qatar!"

Arrr, me hearties! Word be blowin’ on the wind that a truce 'twixt them scallywags Hamas and Israel be settin' sail Sunday mornin' at half-past eight! The fine folk o' Qatar be spillin’ the beans, savvy? Let’s raise a mug and hope the cannons stay silent!

January 17, 2025

Arrr! We’ve found a treasure trove of fancy baths in ol' Pompeii's buried treasure, matey! Splish-splash, ho!

Avast ye! A hidden treasure of hot tubs be found in Pompeii, where landlubbers once soaked their woes away! Archaeologists be prying open the past, revealin’ the riches of the ancient city afore it met Davy Jones in AD 79. Blimey, what a lavish way to scrub the barnacles!

Arrr matey! The Israeli crew be settin' sail on a truce for Gaza, lettin' the cannons rest, savvy?

Arrr, matey! The whole crew o' the Israeli ship be hoisting the sails on a deal, even as the sun dipped low for the Sabbath! Aye, ‘tis the first breather for Gaza in a year, like findin' treasure after a long, stormy sea!

Arrr! The Sheikh, the Mogul, and the Diplomat be the jolly crew that patched up the Gaza squabble, aye!

Arrr! The Qatari captain o' diplomacy be settin' sail with both Biden’s parley man and Trump’s soon-to-be matey. A most peculiar crew, indeed! They be chartin’ waters where no sane scallywag would tread, lookin’ fer treasure in partnership! Avast, what a jolly jest!

"Avast! Before Trump takes the helm, the Fed scuttles off from the climate crew! Yo ho, what a jest!"

Arrr, the central bank be sayin' it’s settin' sail from the crew, claimin’ their shenanigans be stretchin’ wider than a kraken's tentacles! Aye, they found the treasure map too tangled for their taste!

Avast! Gather ye scallywags! Know this: hostages and a truce be brewin' ‘twixt Israel and Hamas come Sunday! Yarrr!

Avast, me hearties! Israel and Hamas be settlin' their squabbles with a truce and a deal to free the captives by Sunday! Aye, they be makin' it all fancy-like with phases and negotiations, but keep a weather eye out for trouble on the horizon! Arrr!

Arrr, savvy scallywags say a dodgy pact with Hamas be the only way to rescue our mateys!

Arrr, savvy landlubbers be sayin' the pact 'twixt Israel and them scallywags of Hamas be a right dodgy deal! Could lead to trouble fer the fine folks of Israel, but alas, it be a necessary gamble to fetch back the poor hostages from Davy Jones' locker!

Arrr! Israeli cannons blast the Gazan scallywags, even after a truce be declared! Talk 'bout a right turn o' fate!

Arrr, matey! When ye be seekin’ treasure, beware the squawkin’ parrot! For it be spittin’ more tales than a drunken sailor! Trust not the sea’s whispers, lest ye find yerself swimmin’ with the fishies instead of countin’ gold doubloons! Avast, and keep yer eyes sharp!

"Arrr! The wealthy of Pompeii be livin' large, with home spas fit for a sea captain! Aye, what luxury!"

Arrr, me hearties! We be spottin' hot, warm, and chilly tubs in a freshly dug-up lair, givin' us a cheeky peek at life 'fore the city got buried under a heap o' fiery rock bits! Aye, 'tis a right treasure for the curious scallywags!

"Arrr, we hoisted anchor and sailed from our Cali shores—now, we be livin’ like scallywags on the run!"

Arrr! Soon as the flames be lickin’ the skies o' Los Angeles, Bethany and her wee lass made haste from their humble ship o’ Altadena-Pasadena. Power be gone, warmth too! Now they be waitin’ like landlubbers 'til the seas o’ danger calm, 'fore returnin’ to their treasure!

Arrr! The court be throwin' the ex-captain Khan and his lass in the brig for a fortnight o' years!

Arrr, matey! A court in Pakistan be sendin' the former captain of their ship, Imran Khan, and his lady to the brig for 14 and 7 years, claimin' they be up to no good with some land and dosh! They be laughin' while the judge be givin' his verdict. A right merry mess, I say!

Arrr! Russia an’ Iran be makin’ a pact, just 'fore Trump grabs the captain's wheel! Shiver me timbers!

Arrr, matey! The mighty Vlad and Cap'n Masoud be settin' sail to Moscow, ready to ink a pact o' partnership! They be battenin' down the hatches for the return of that scallywag, Trump! Avast, it be a right merry meetin’!

Arrr! The scallywags in the Israeli crew be huddlin’ to parley ‘bout a truce in the Gaza waters!

Arrr, Captain Netanyahu be rallyin' his crew o' the security cabinet to hoist the sails on an accord, after a day o' dawdlin'. His quarters be claimin' the treasure could be claimed as soon as Sunday, savvy? Avast, let’s get this ship a-sailin'!

Arrr, after a year and three moons o' battle, them Gazans be wishin' to sail back to their cozy nests!

Arrr, they be daydreamin’ o’ the hearty hugs they'd bestow upon their landlubber mates once the truce be struck! They pondered the graves they’d plunder, and the homes they'd patch up with more planks than a shipwreck! Aye, a merry sight it be!

January 16, 2025

Arrr! The vote fer peace in Gaza be stuck, like a ship in a storm o' squabblin' mates!

Arrr, matey! T'was a right squabble with them Hamas scallywags, and a far-right sea dog threatenin' to jump ship! Made the Israeli crew's vote on the deal as tangled as a siren's hair, includin' the fate of those poor hostages. Yo ho, what a kerfuffle!

Arrr! Israeli mates be dallyin' on the cease-fire vote, while diplomats be fussin' over the fine print!

Arrr, matey! Though the scallywags of Israel and Hamas struck a wee truce for Sunday, they be jawin' away with mediators ‘bout the bits they still be squabblin’ over! A fine mess o' negotiations, it be!

Arrr, the court be sayin' Bolsonaro can't sail to Trump's grand hoedown! What a jolly twist o' fate!

Arrr, the mighty judges o' Brazil be tellin' ol' Jair Bolsonaro that his precious passport be stayin' locked away! He thought he could sail to Trump’s grand shindig, but alas, the winds o' justice be blowin' the other way, matey! No raucous party for that scallywag!

Arrr, Captain Starmer be makin' a pact with Ukraine fer a century, sayin' "let’s plunder together, mateys!" Har har!

Arrr, matey! In a grand display o' camaraderie, Captain Keir Starmer o' the British Isles be signin’ a pact with Captain Zelenskyy o’ Ukraine, lasting a century! Aye, that be a long time to share grog and tales o' the high seas, savvy?

Arrr, matey! The cease-fire be tangled like a fishnet 'cause of squabblin' 'bout the Philly path and rascally trade!

Arrr, me hearties! It seems the squabble 'bout the Philadelphia passage be holdin' up a deal, like a ship stuck in the muck! Israel be ready to cast its lot, but them U.S. and Qatari landlubbers be sayin' hostage swaps start on the morrow! Avast, what a pickle!

Arrr, Netanyahu be in a pickle over the Gaza truce, like a sailor caught in a stormy sea!

Arrr, matey! With his scallywag allies clingin’ to the fight, Captain Netanyahu be in a pickle! Will he hoist the Jolly Roger with his crew or strike a deal with the devil? Choices, choices, me hearty!

"Arrr! Ambassador Pressman be shiverin' his timbers at what he’s laid eyes upon, matey!"

Arrr! Ambassador Pressman be spillin' the beans 'bout his squabble with that landlubber Orban's crew, sayin' why the shenanigans in Hungary be important fer all us seafarin' scallywags! Avast, keep yer spyglass trained, or ye might miss the ruckus!

"Arrr! After the truce, Hamas be battered but still sails as the top dog in Gaza's raucous seas!"

Arrr, matey! Even after 15 moons o' cannon fire from the Israeli fleet, Hamas be the captain o' the Gaza ship, steer’n the lost souls in their camps and stubborn as a parrot! Surrender? Ha! They’d sooner walk the plank!

"Avast, mateys! A scallywag suspected of foul deeds be sailin' back to the colonies for a reckoning!"

Arrr! 'Tis said that scallywag Ian Cleary, accused o' foul deeds at a jolly shindig in Gettysburg in the year of our Lord 2013, be walkin' the plank back to the good ol' U.S. of A., or so the high seas officials be claimin'! Avast, matey!

Arrr! Pope Francis takes another tumble, the Vatican be sayin' he’s got two left feet, savvy?

Arrr, me hearties! The good Pope Francis took a tumble yet again, like a swabbin’ landlubber, injurin’ his right arm! Now he be sportin’ a sling, aye! Even the Holy Sea be havin’ its rough seas, mateys! Keep yer sea legs, yer Holiness!

Arrr! Kirby be hopin' them Yanks in Gaza set sail Sunday, but it seems the deal's caught in a squall!

Arrr, the White House's trusty sea dog, John Kirby, be claimin’ he’s as sure as the tide that a deal be settlin’ on Sunday! But lo! The swabs in Israel be sayin’ Hamas be backin’ out like a scallywag at a dance! What a raucous jest, I say!

Arrr, how many landlubbers still be held in Gaza's clutches, and when might they sail free, eh?

Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round! On the 7th of October, a band o' scallywags snatched up 250 souls from lands afar—Israel, the good ol' U.S. of A, Britain, Mexico, Thailand, and more! A right ruckus, I tell ye! Feasts and tales await, if they be returnin'! Arrr!

Arrr, Keir Starmer be swearin' a hearty alliance with Ukraine on his jaunt to Kyiv! Avast, matey!

Arrr, Captain Starmer be hoisting the flag of friendship, but beware! If that scallywag Trump be takin' the helm again, the treasure from the colonies may run dry! Aye, we be sailin' on uncertain seas, matey!

Blimey! Fair lass in Indonesia snagged her nose ring on a chair! Fire crew said, “Aye, not the oddest summon!”

Arrr, matey! An Indonesian lass be findin' herself in a right pickle, as her nose ring be caught tighter than a kraken’s grip in the back o' a mesh chair at her landlubber job. It be a sight to behold, I tell ye! Avast, who knew chairs be so feisty?

Aye, Azerbaijan’s captain, bold as a parrot, be pickin’ a ruckus with old Putin! Avast, what a squabble!

Arrr, matey! Rumors be flyin’ that the czar o' Russia be pointin’ his finger at squawkin’ birds or a pesky Ukrainian contraption fer the crash o’ an Azerbaijani vessel on the 25th. But Azerbaijan be shoutin’ it was the Russian cannons that missed the mark!

Arrr, Netanyahu be stalling the truce, claimin' Hamas be tryin' to skedaddle! What a merry game of cat 'n' mouse!

Arrr, Captain Netanyahu be blamin' them scallywags of Hamas fer shiverin' their timbers on a truce! They promised to free the captives and halt the ruckus, but like a slippery fish, they slipped away, leavin' the seas of conflict churnin' yet again! Avast, what a jolly mess!

Arrr! If that lass Stefanik be choosin' Musk-Ramaswamy's 'DOGE,' we be savin’ gold for the crew, yarr!

Arrr, the captain of the ship, President Trump, be settin' sail with Rep. Elise Stefanik, a fine lass from the NY seas! If she squints her one good eye at them treasure maps o’ funds, she might just steer that U.N. ship into choppier waters! Avast!

January 15, 2025

Arrr, world captains and US landlubbers be sayin’, "’Tis a long-overdue truce, matey! Time to hoist the sails o’ peace!"

Arrr, me hearties! The grand captains of the world be raisin' their tankards to the U.S. and its merry crew for patchin' up a truce 'twixt Israel and Hamas! Aye, it be a fine day, as the cannons now rest and the seas be calm, at least fer now!

"Arrr! How the Gaza truce be makin' strange bedfellows of Biden and Trump, like rum and seawater, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! 'Tis a rare sight, them scallywags from rival ships joinin' hands when the storm be brewin'! But lo and behold, the captain and the new captain be squabblin' over the treasure, not keen to share the spoils! Har har, what a comical crew!

Arrr, matey! Canada be loadin’ their treasure chests fer a ruckus 'gainst them Trumpian tariffs! Avast, let’s parley!

Arrr, the landlubbers in charge be readyin’ fer a right ruckus, thinkin’ the new U.S. crew might slap a hefty toll on our fine Canadian treasures! Aye, it be a recipe fer a jolly good squabble ‘twixt close mates! Avast, me hearties, hoist the sails!

Avast! Even cozy cabins dodgin' the flames still be swimmin' in a sea o' toxic ashes, say the scholars! Arrr!

Arrr, matey! Beware the cursed soot and smoke that be settlin' on yer fine furniture and walls! They be lingerin' like a scallywag for months! Aye, the wind be sneakin' through every crack, just like a crafty pirate lookin' for treasure! Keep yer ship clean, lest ye be afeared!

Arrr! The kin o’ captives be hopin’ for smooth seas after the truce—“May our mates return from Davy Jones, alive!”

Arrr, matey! After a long 15 moons o' clashin' cutlasses, Israel and them scallywags, Hamas, be makin' a truce for some kidnapped souls! The kin o' four poor souls be hopin' to welcome 'em back from Davy Jones' locker, but they be keepin' their eyes peeled for mischief!

Arrr! Israel and Hamas be settlin' their squabble, takin' a breather in Gaza, say the scallywags of the sea!

Arrr, matey! The truce be settin’ sail forthwith, says a swabby from the White House! The first leg o’ this adventure—a merry release of captives—be lastin’ six weeks, though the startin’ day be as murky as Davy Jones’ locker! Savvy?

Arrr, be Biden and Trump sparrin' over the global treasure map of energy? Aye, not so much, matey!

Arrr! In the grand scheme o' gas trade and tusslin' with the land o' dragons, both captains o' the realm be settin' their sails to the same horizon, claims the chief scallywag o' energy! Aye, it's a merry jig they be dancin' to!

Arrr, the captain of Iran be sayin' he didn’t aim to send Trump to Davy Jones' locker!

Arrr, matey! Captain Masoud Pezeshkian be swearin’ on his treasure chest that his crew never plotted to send the future ruler to Davy Jones’ locker! No sea shanty of treachery here, just a hearty laugh and a tankard of rum, I say! Avast, the winds be blowin’ in his favor!

Arrr, matey! Puerto Rico's cap'n be beggin' Trump to fend off Maduro's scallywag threat of invasion! Avast, what a jest!

Arrr, matey! Gov’nor Jenniffer González-Colón be hollerin’ at Trump, likin’ a parrot on a treasure chest, beggin’ him to hoist the anchor after that scallywag Maduro be threatenin’ an invasion! Blimey, what be next? A rum-drunk sea battle? Avast, me hearties!

Arrr! Pirates be brawlin' in Haiti, while the Yanks be scratchin' their heads with nary a plan in sight!

Arrr, matey! In the tumultuous seas o’ Haiti, over 700,000 scallywags be forced to abandon their ships, seekin' safer shores! The landlubbers be pointin’ fingers at the U.S. crew for their bumbling ways amidst the chaos. Yarrr, it be a right mess on the high seas!

"Arrr! Israel and Hamas be hashin' out the last bits o' their truce, savvy? Aye, what a jest!"

Arrr, matey! Negotiators and mediators be parleyin' in Qatar, tryin' to untie the knotted ropes of their troubles on this fine Wednesday! Aye, 'tis a jolly lot of chattin' 'n pointin' fingers, lookin' to settle their squabbles like true scallywags!

Arrr! Trump's new matey for Ukraine be shoutin' to Iran, "Time to hoist the sails of max pressure, me hearties!"

Arrr, the chosen matey for Trump’s Ukraine and Russia caper be sayin’ the Yanks need to crank up the pressure on them scallywags! And lo, the good folk of Iran might just find a shiny new future, if they be lucky! Avast, what a jolly jest, eh?

Arrr, those scallywags from Iran and Russia be sailin' free while we landlubbers pay the toll! Ha!

Arrr, me hearties! The landlubbers at the U.S. State Department be lettin' them U.N. scallywags in New York sail free of those pesky congestion doubloons! Aye, 'tis a fine day for skippin' the tolls while the rest of us be payin' the piper! Har har har!

Arrr! The pick fer Energy Chief be a hearty soul preachin' the gospel of olde fossil fuels, savvy?

Arrr, matey! Chris Wright, the scallywag behind a frackin’ enterprise, be claimin’ that oil and gas be the treasure to lift the landlubbers from their poverty pit! Aye, he says, “Fill yer boots with black gold, and ye’ll be swimmin’ in riches!” Savvy?

January 14, 2025

Arrr, word sails that South Korean cap’n Yoon Suk Yeol be caught in the brig! Shiver me timbers!

Arrr, matey! It be rumored that the scallywag Yoon Suk Yeol, once a captain o' the South Korean ship, be nabbed for stirrin’ up a ruckus after callin' forth the dreaded martial law! Aye, the tides of fortune be turnin' against him!

Arrr! South Korean scallywags be tryin’ once more to haul Captain Yoon from his cozy treasure chest!

Arrr, more scallywags be settin’ sail to nab Yoon Suk Yeol fer a chat, after his last escapade was thwarted by his burly crew! Aye, 'tis a right jolly chase we be havin’, but fear not, we’ll plunder the truth yet!

Arrr, Biden be settin’ sail to toss Cuba off the naughty list o’ terror, savvy? Huzzah for the rum!

Arrr, me hearties! This be just the latest squabble in a long line o' U.S. captains sailin' ‘round Cuba, each with their own jolly plan! It be like tryin' to find treasure on a map drawn by a drunken parrot! Avast, what a merry mess it be!

Arrr, matey! Here be the tale o' a truce in Gaza, but the winds be mighty fickle! Ha-ha!

Arrr! On Tuesday, them diplomats be whisperin’ sweet nothings of hope that a pact ‘twixt Israel and Hamas be sailin’ close to shore. But beware, me hearties! They warned that the ink be still dry, and the treasure not yet claimed! Avast!

"Lo! A heap o' landlubbers dug up from a rogue mine in South Africa! A right jolly mess, arrr!"

Arrr, the landlubber authorities be stoppin’ the miners from gettin’ grub, grog, and other treasures, makin' a right ruckus! The scallywags be blockadin’ the way, and the human rights folk be raisin' a hullabaloo like a parrot with a thorn in its paw!

Arrr! A hearty crew of souls be pulled from Davy Jones' locker in a South African pit, yet many still be trapped!

Arrr, savvy souls of the South Seas! With a contraption fit for a parrot’s perch, shipshape rescuers dragged up 60 poor landlubbers and 92 scallywags from the murky depths of Davy Jones’ locker—or at least the deepest mine in the land! A right merry haul, aye!

Arrr! India be makin' friends with the Taliban, while poor Pakistan be sinkin' like a leaky ship in Afghanistan!

Arrr matey! India and Afghanistan be makin' waves with their first grand parley, savvy? But let it be known, not a single foreign crew, India included, be givin' the ol' nod to the scallywags in the Taliban regime! Aye, what a jolly hullabaloo that be!

Avast! Kate, fair Princess of Wales, be free of that scurvy cancer! Cheers to her hearty health, me mateys!

Arrr, on the grand scroll of Instagram, she be sayin’, “I be feelin’ lighter than a seagull’s feather! I be in remission, mateys, and me sights be set on recoverin’ like a ship sails with the wind!” Avast, the horizon be lookin' bright!

Arrr! Tulip Siddiq, the U.K.'s anti-scurvy minister, be tossin' her hat overboard! Avast, what a jolly mess!

Arrr, matey! It be said that Tulip Siddiq, the niece of the esteemed Sheikh Hasina, be caught in a storm o’ embezzlement in far-off Bangladesh! Aye, the winds be blowin’ foul, but I wager she’ll sail through this tempest with a wink and a grin!

"Arrr, Tuesday's Tidings: The Grim Reaper's count be risin' from the fiery infernos in L.A., matey!"

Avast ye scallywags! What be the ruckus with them TV scrolls, eh? Be they givin’ treasure to the wrong mateys on the ship? Or be the credits as lost as a ship in a fog? Arrr, I demand the truth, lest I walk the plank!

Arrr, North Korean scallywags be jumpin’ ship, preferin’ Davy Jones to the clutches of Ukraine’s fierce crew!

Arrr, matey! Them North Korean scallywags in Kursk be so scared of bein' caught by the Ukrainians that they be sendin' their mates to Davy Jones' locker and takin' the plunge with grenades! Aye, what a jolly crew they be, findin' new ways to shiver their timbers!

Arrr, Hamas be settlin' fer a truce and lettin' go o' their captives, savvy?!

Arrr! Word be floatin' 'round that Hamas be settlin' on a truce wit' the landlubbers of Israel, aye! They say they'll set free the poor souls snatched on the 7th of October, 2023. A right jolly trade it be, if ye ask this salty sea dog!

Ahoy! Malaysia be havin' a grand tavern o' slumber, with over 7,000 chambers fer landlubbers to crash!

Arrr, me hearties! The grandest inn o’ the Seven Seas be the First World Hotel in Malaysia, holdin’ a treasure trove o’ over 7,000 chambers fer weary sailors to rest their sea legs. Aye, that be a mighty fine flotilla of rooms, matey!

"Arrr! Ukraine be unleashin’ a fleet o' sky beasts upon the Russian shores, sayin’ it be a grand ol' ruckus!"

Arrr, me hearties! It be lookin' like a mighty cannonade, the grandest strike of late, aimed at makin' the Russkies' warships shudder right in their own backyard! Aye, Ukraine be givin’ ‘em a taste of their own gunpowder!

"Arrr! They be blockin' all me treasures: stuck in a land o' scallywags and evacuation woes, I be!"

Arrr! Anthony Herrera be a landlubber who stood fast in his Altadena crib during the fiery tempest! The scallywags of the Los Angeles Sheriff’s crew warned him, "If ye set sail now, ye be walkin' the plank of no return!" Aye, a fine pickle he be in!

Arrr, matey! Israel and Hamas be whisperin' sweet nothings o' peace, says the fine folk o' Qatar!

Avast, mateys! The parley, with Qatar, Egypt, and the good ol' U.S. of A. at the helm, be finally settin’ sail after a long spell of naught but squabblin’! Aye, we might just find treasure in this ol’ chest of negotiations yet! Arrr!

Arrr, the South Korean captain be dodgin’ the noose, seekin' to avoid the brig like a clever sea rat!

Arrr, the Constitutional Court be holdin’ a grand parley ‘bout tossin’ Yoon Suk Yeol overboard! But the scallywag be holed up in his castle, while them investigators be makin’ schemes to haul him in like a fish caught in a net! Aye, what a jolly sight!

Arrr! EU’s bigwig be sayin’ them underwater cable shenanigans by Russia and China ain’t just a merry happenstance!

Arrr! It be said that scallywags from the East, China and Russia, be plottin' dastardly deeds against them underwater cables that link our telecommunication treasures and power booty ‘twixt Asia and Europe. A right swashbucklin’ conspiracy, I warrant ye! Avast, me hearties!

January 13, 2025

Arrr! Rumors say China’s craftin’ ships like D-Day’s, preparin’ to plunder Taiwan’s treasure! Avast, me hearty!

Arrr, it be whispered in the taverns that the landlubbers of China be craftin' a fleet o' barges fer stormin' the shores o' Taiwan! 'Tis a right ruckus o' worry, as if they be catchin' the scent o' gold doubloons on that fair isle, savvy?

Arrr, a wee gorilla popped from a ship’s hold, now loungin’ like a captain at a Turkish zoo!

Arrr! A wee gorilla, just five moons old, be plucked from the belly o' a Turkish Airlines ship, now be restin' easy at a fine Istanbul zoo, sayeth the landlubbers on Sunday! Aye, even the beasts be seekin' adventure in the skies!

Ahoy! The Holy Sea’s cap’n’s tales be hittin’ the shelves at last! Grab ye a copy, mateys!

Arrr, matey! This tome, set to hit the shores on Tuesday, spills the beans on the pope’s wee days, yet it be as empty as a treasure chest after a scallywag’s raid when it comes to his later escapades! Blimey, what a jolly mess!

"Avast, Trump! Greenland ain't for plunder, but let's parley 'bout some shiny doubloons, savvy?"

Arrr, the cap'n of the landlubbers be sayin', "Though them Greenlanders be not keen on joinin' the Yanks, the truth be we’ll be sailin' with 'em—yesterday, today, and every blasted mornin' after!" Aye, the seas of diplomacy be mighty choppy, matey!

Arrr, on the morrow, Captain Biden be spoutin' his last yarn o' foreign dealings! Avast, me hearties!

Arrr, the captain o’ the land be spoutin' that he’s bolstered the crew’s alliances whilst keepin’ a weather eye on foes, claimin’ they be more feeble than a landlubber’s sea legs when he first took the helm! Aye, let the grog flow!

Arrr, matey! The truce be nigh, but the scallywags be stockin’ up on cannonballs in Gaza!

Arrr, matey! Israel and them Hamas scallywags be closin' in on a truce, even as the grim reaper be claimin' five brave IDF souls in Gaza. But beware, for the sneaky Hamas crew be loadin' their cannons anew! Avast, what a ruckus on the high seas of conflict!

Arrr! Biden be sayin' he’s givin' Trump a mighty fine hand to play, defendin' his sails in Afghanistan!

Arrr, Biden be yappin' his last words on foreign scallywag matters, and lo! He couldn't help but jabber 'bout his grand blunder in Afghanistan! A right jolly mess, it be! Aye, the seas be rough for this ol' sea captain of a president!

Arrr, matey! Talks o' peace and prisoner swaps be settin’ sail, so hoist the sails o’ knowledge!

Avast, me hearties! On the morn of Monday, the parley be settin' sail, as Arab and American scallywags be haggling for a truce 'fore the new captain, Trump, takes the helm. Aye, let’s strike a deal quicker than a seagull snatches a ship's biscuit! Arrr!

"Arrr, Oliviero Toscani be dead at 82, the scallywag who stirred up trouble with those cheeky Benetton banners!"

Arrr, a snapper of pictures and master o' the artistic seas, he be shatterin’ the rules of advertisin’ in the wild ’80s and ’90s! With a hearty crew of images, he championed the fight against AIDS and celebrated all colors and loves, makin’ the world a merrier ship!

Arrr matey! A mighty congregation be settin’ sail in India, with hordes o’ Hindus gatherin’ like scallywags at a treasure!

Ahoy, mateys! Set yer sights on the Maha Kumbh Mela, a grand ol’ pitcher fest in Prayagraj! Starting Monday, ye be expectin’ a sea o’ 400 million scallywags splashin’ about for 45 days! Grab yer rum and join the watery revelry, or be walkin’ the plank! Arrr!

Arrr! Russia and Ukraine be clashin' in Kursk, a ruckus o' tanks, drones, and a horde o' North Koreans!

Arrr, matey! Ukrainian lads be spillin’ tales o’ battle, as the scallywags from Russia be tryin’ to reclaim their lost treasure in the Kursk waters, thinkin’ it’ll help them parley for peace! 'Tis like fightin’ over a barrel o’ grog, I tell ya!

"Arrr, Biden be hollerin' for a truce, speakin' to that Netanyahu scallywag! A fine time for peace, matey!"

Arrr! On the Lord's Day, Captain Biden and the scallywag Netanyahu be chattin’ over the magic talkin' box, settlin' terms fer peace and the return o' prisoners. Aye, ‘tis a fine tale of diplomacy on the high seas of politics, savvy?

Arrr! Troops stuck in Ukraine be spillin' the beans on North Korea's scallywag fleet—what a sight fer sore eyes!

Arrr, matey! The cap’n o’ Ukraine be sharin’ a jolly clip o’ two scallywags bein’ questioned, and blimey! They be knowin’ less ‘bout the grand clash they sailed into than a landlubber in a storm! A right laugh, it be! Har har!

"Arrr! The Yanks be stirrin' the pot in Europe, like a parrot on a rum barrel, savvy?"

Arrr, me hearties! Elon Musk be stirrin' the pot, and them MAGA scallywags be shakin' the sails! Europe be caught with their trousers down, unready for the tempest brewin'. Avast, chaos be comin' for their tea time!

Arrr, matey! Delayin’ yer jabs may unleash the polio beast back from Davy Jones’ locker! Savvy?

Arrr! That rascally virus be hidin' in but two ports, savvy? Yet, a cheeky cousin, sprung from a potion for the mouth, be sailin' on the high seas to the West! Avast, me hearties! We best keep our grog close and our sails ready!

January 12, 2025

"Arrr, the Druse Captain be seekin' a cozy spot for the wee folk of Syria, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! Even with the raucous promises of them rebel scallywags now wearin’ crowns, some landlubber religious folk be frettin’ ‘bout their fate in a Syria without the ol' sea dog Assad. Will they be walkin' on planks or drinkin' rum ‘neath the stars? Har har!

"Ahoy mateys! On this fine Monday, be warned—more scallywags be vanishin' in L.A. than a treasure map's secrets!"

Arrr, me hearties! Gather 'round! Ye won’t believe how a bit o’ cured ham put the wind back in an ancient organ in France! Aye, 'tis true! That salty treasure got the ol’ pipes a’playin’ again, makin' even the seagulls dance a jig! Savvy?

Arrr! Israeli scallywags be gatherin' fer a parley 'bout layin' down arms in the Gaza brine! Savvy?

Arrr, the clock be tickin', me hearties! The winds be blowin' for a jolly ol' deal to free some poor souls from the grip of Hamas, ‘fore that scallywag Donald J. Trump takes the helm! Or we'll be swimmin' with the fishies, I tells ya!

Arrr, a French cathedral be servin' hams to fix its organ, matey! Who knew swine be the cure for music?

Arrr, matey! A squabble ‘bout curing hams in yon bell tower be showin' the troubles that French churches be havin’ in scroungin’ doubloons for restorations! Aye, a fine mess when yer hams hang higher than yer hopes!

Arrr! The Italian wind be blowin’ to free the Iranian scallywag the Yanks be huntin’! Ha!

Arrr, just days after that scallywag Iran let loose an Italian ink-slinger from their dank dungeon, here comes a plea to set free the poor bloke in chains! Aye, it be a right merry dance of justice, or just a jolly good jest! Har har!

Arrr! Ukraine’s snagged two North Korean scallywags, say the sharp-eyed South Korean spies! What a jolly hullabaloo!

Arrr, me hearties! Ukraine snagged a pair o' limping North Korean scallywags fightin' for old Russia near the border. Aye, the South Korean spies be spillin' the beans on this jolly misadventure! Looks like them landlubbers bit off more than they could chew!

Arrr, Syria be sailin’ a stormy sea, chasin’ justice for the scallywags of the Assad crew!

Arrr, matey! The scallywags in charge be swearin' to haul the old sea dogs o' the ousted crew to the gallows! But, blimey, gettin' 'em to walk the plank in a land as tattered as a shipwreck be no easy feat! Avast, what a tangled web we weave!

Arrr! Brazil’s beastly lottery, run by scallywags, be unsinkable! But then, those cursed online games sunk the ship!

Arrr, me hearties! If the devil’s game of digital betting be takin' the wind from the sails of them scallywag gangs runnin' the lottery in Brazil, it may just be the end of their swindlin' ways! Aye, let the treasure hunt begin!

"Ahoy matey! Once a treasure isle, now a den o' scallywags! Blimey, what a turn o' fate!"

Arrr, me hearties! For seven long years, the scallywags o' the Islamic State have run amok in Cabo Delgado! The government be yappin’ ‘bout calm seas, but the good folks be singin’ a different shanty, I tell ye! Aye, chaos be their true matey!

"Fighting scallywags a-plunderin’ in Mozambique, backed by the devil’s own crew, the Islamic State! Arrr, what a hullabaloo!"

Arrr matey! For over seven long years, a ruckus stirred by the scallywags of the Islamic State hath turned Cabo Delgado into a right mess! John Eligon, the scribe from The New York Times, sailed the shores to chat with landlubbers tryin' to patch their lives together!

Ahoy! Ontario’s captain be seekin’ Trump an’ Musk fer a parley—'tis a jolly trade we both be needin'!

Arrr, me hearties! Doug Ford, the captain of Ontario's ship, be callin' upon the grand President-elect Trump and the mighty Musk to parley! He seeks to fend off them pesky tariffs and the wild notion of makin’ Canada part of their treasure map! Aye, what a jolly hullabaloo!

January 11, 2025

Arrr! Sudan’s salty sea dogs snatched back a town from scallywags accused of foul deeds, eh? Avast! What a ruckus!

Arrr! Cheers be eruptin' like cannon fire in lands ruled by the military, sparkin' dreams that this grand victory be the tide turner in Sudan’s wretched squabble! Aye, let’s raise a mug and toast to the chaos, for who knows what mischief awaits on the horizon!

Arrr! Russia be sayin’ it’ll keep pumpin’ black gold ‘n’ fiery air, sanctions be damned, matey!

Arrr, matey! Russia's crow’s nest be a-roarin' at them scallywag Yanks' sanctions on their treasure-chests of oil and gas! They be settin’ sail full speed ahead on their grand projects, come what may! Aye, the winds of fortune favor the brave!

"Arrr, away from the flames, the smoke's sneaky peril be risin’ like a scallywag on a rum binge!"

Avast ye scallywags! Growin’ like a kraken's belly, the foul fumes from wildfires be threatenin' our health! Those ruckus flames in Los Angeles be sendin' us to Davy Jones' locker faster than ye can say "blimey!" Arrr, best batten down the hatches!

"Gather 'round, me hearties! 'Tis time fer the Friday Gabfest, where we spin yarns 'n share our plunder!"

Arrr, matey! For three long days, the fiery beasts danced 'round the ship, settin' the horizon ablaze! It be like a bonfire at the tavern, but with fewer drunks and more smoke! Avast, I say, let’s hope the rum be still intact!

Arrr, the Biden crew be takin’ their sweet time to call the Sudan ruckus a proper genocide, savvy?

Arrr! The new captain o' the Senate ship be blastin' the Biden crew fer waitin' a mere 13 days 'fore they scuttle their ship to shout ‘Genocide!’ in Sudan's stormy waters. Talk about a late sail, matey! What be they thinkin', hoardin' their cannon fire 'til the last tide?

Arrr! The captain o' Lebanon doth parley with the scallywag from Syria! A merry powwow, it be!

Arrr, matey! 'Twas a jolly ol' occasion when Captain Najib Mikati set sail to parley with the fresh crew o' Syria's government! Aye, the first official rendezvous, where tales o' treasuries and trade be shared, amidst rum and hearty laughter! Arrr, what a sight to behold!

"Stranded in the icy seas with that landlubber, Justin Trudeau! Aye, me hearties, where be the rum?"

Arrr, the primrose minister be a star, aye! He sailed to power on a wave o' fame, but when his shine went dim, the scallywags still flocked like gulls to a treasure map! What a jolly lot, them blokes!

Arrr! The flight log be silent 'fore we went down, like a scallywag at the bottom o' the rum barrel!

Arrr, matey! The missing yarn makes this riddle o' the deadly sky mishap in Muan, South Korea, a right tricky treasure hunt! What cursed wind blew that ship o' the clouds to Davy Jones' locker, eh? Aye, this be a fine mystery to tickle the noggin!

January 10, 2025

Arrr, ISIS be claimin’ they sparked the New Orleans ruckus, but scurvy dogs won’t own the mess!

Arrr, matey! The scallywag who sent 14 landlubbers to Davy Jones' locker be sayin’ he took a shine to the ramblings of them Islamic Sea Dogs, as they be blabberin’ in a missive last Thursday! Aye, what a jolly way to meet the Reaper!

"Arrr matey! Biden be bumpin' the bounty on Maduro to a mighty 25 million doubloons! Avast, what a treasure hunt!"

Ahoy, mateys! The land o' the free be offerin’ a short reprieve for near 600,000 wayward souls from Venezuela! Aye, they’ll be safe from the stormy seas o’ misfortune for a spell. So raise a toast, and let the buccaneers feast with our newfound crew! Avast!

Arrr! Vatican grants the go-ahead for swashbucklin’ Italian lads in seminaries, as long as they keep their cannons sheathed!

Arrr, me hearties! The church be sayin' ye can’t walk the plank fer yer love choices! In Italy, they’ve hoisted a new flag sayin’ all fine lads and lasses be welcome in the seminary, no matter who they fancy! Hoist yer sails and let love reign!

"Arrr! Israel be plunderin' ports and zapin' a power lair in Houthi waters, savvy? A merry ruckus, indeed!"

Arrr, matey! Israel and its mateys be bombarding the scallywags known as the Houthis, hopin' to make 'em cease their cannon fire on Israel and our precious Red Sea merchant ships. A true high-seas tussle, 'tis! Blimey, let's hope they be listenin' to reason!

Arrr! Mauro Morandi, Italy's own castaway, has shuffled off this mortal coil at 85—may the winds be ever in his sails!

Aye, he be the lone scallywag of Budelli, an untouched gem off Sardinia's north coast! He reveled in his lonely treasure, until the landlubbers kicked him out, like a fish without a fin! Avast, ye solitude!

Arrr! The U.S. be throwin' new shackles on Russia's treasure chest o' energy, savvy? Blimey, what a ruckus!

Arrr! The Biden crew be huntin’ down the sneaky Russian shadow fleet, like scallywags hidin’ their booty! They be takin’ measures to shiver me timbers and put a stop to that oil and gas production, savvy? Avast, what a jolly good show!

Arrr! Trump be chattin' with Putin and Xi, like a parley o' scallywags settin' sail for mischief!

Arrr, matey! The captain-elect, Donald Trump, be schemin’ a parley with Tsar Putin after the grand day of his crowning on the 20th. He be chattin’ with the dragon of China, Xi Jinping, too! A fine crew of scallywags, eh?

Arrr, Lebanon’s new captain be singin’ a proud tune, while Hezbollah’s ship be settin’ sail for Davy Jones' locker!

Arrr, matey! After two long years o’ naught but squabblin’, the Lebanese scallywags in parliament finally hoisted a new captain! Joseph Aoun, the chief o’ the sea dogs, snagged the most doubloons in votes. Avast, let the rum flow, for we be sailin’ again!

Arrr! Taiwan's sea dog be shoutin' about the US matey bond, sayin' visits bring calm seas and merry times!

Arrr matey! Just days ‘fore the new captain, Donald Trump, takes the helm, a crew from the Reagan ship parleyed with Taiwan’s top dogs. A merry gathering it be, with tales of treasure and trade, surely! Avast, what mischief awaits on the high seas of politics!

Arrr, Shui Ka-chun be shanghaied by Davy Jones! Aye, the sea's taken another landlubber protestin' matey!

Arrr, a scallywag social worker and teacher, caught in the clutches o' the law fer stirrin' the pot! After a spell in the brig, he penned yarns o' his woes and set sail to aid his fellow prisoners. A true matey for the trapped souls, he be!

"Arrr, Lebanon be hoistin' its sails, tossin' Hezbollah overboard as their grip be slackenin' like a drunken sailor!"

Arrr, matey! A right scallywag’s thrashing in battle has sent the once-feared crew flounderin’ like a fish outta water! Now they be wobblin’ on their sea legs, unsure if they be sailin’ to glory or to Davy Jones’ locker! Har har!

"That scallywag in Venezuela's holdin' U.S. landlubbers captive, tightenin' his grip like a barnacle on a ship's hull!"

Arrr, on Friday, Cap'n Maduro be takin’ another oath for six more years on the high seas of politics! He be hopin’ to barter with foreign scallywags locked up in the brig to sway the world to his piratin’ whims! A crafty mate, that one!

"Ye be wary o' the Pink Flame Douse, matey! A fearsome beast that bites back, it do!"

Arrr, matey! This potion be popular fer dousing flames where water be useless! Yet beware, fer it be brewed with heavy metals and wicked stuff that’d make ye keel over! Aye, it’s a fine trade-off, eh?

January 9, 2025

Arrr! Venezuela’s lass, Maria Corina, be free after bein' locked up, like a parrot in a cage, savvy?

Arrr! While locked up, a matey claimed Maria Corina Machado be made to film a heap o’ videos! She’s roused the crew’s fervor against that scallywag Nicolás Maduro, aye! A real storm in a teacup, that one be!

Arrr! South Korean Colonel claims the captain's a scallywag; now he's free as a seagull, savvy?

Arrr, matey! This tale o’ a landlubber marine’s untimely demise stirred a tempest in the political sea long before the good Captain Yoon Suk Yeol found himself walkin' the plank last month! Aye, ‘tis a merry squabble, fit for a jolly crew of scallywags!

"Arrr! Venâncio Mondlane sails back to Mozambique, proclaimin' himself the Captain o' the whole shebang! Avast, ye landlubbers!"

Arrr, after a jolly spell o' self-banishment, Venâncio Mondlane sauntered back to a raucous mob, cheerin' like scallywags! They be supportin' his tale that the last election be snatched away by them crooked elites, like a treasure chest gone missin' in a stormy squall!

Arrr, Friday's yarn: A mad dash to tame them fiery beasts in the City of Angels!

Arrr, matey! We be fixin' up a sorry ol' palazzo, like a ship with a hole in her hull! With a bit o' swashbucklin' magic and a hearty dose o' rum, we’ll make it fit for a captain or a scallywag, savvy?

"Avast! A horde o' landlubber Venezuelans be rallyin’ 'gainst the scallywag Maduro’s third crowning! Arrr!"

Arrr, me hearties! The scallywags of Venezuela be raisin' a ruckus ‘round the land, tryin' to shiver the timbers of Captain Maduro ‘ere he takes the helm fer his third voyage! Aye, desperate times call fer desperate measures, but these landlubbers be dancin' like fish outta water!

"Poland be guardin' Captain Netanyahu from the brig if he sails to the Auschwitz shindig! Arrr, what a jolly jest!"

Arrr, matey! Poland be raising a toast to keep them Israeli scallywags safe at the grand shindig for the 80th year of liberatin’ that cursed hole, Auschwitz-Birkenau! Aye, even pirates know when to hoist the Jolly Roger of respect!

Arrr! Russia be spyin’ on Trump’s wild tales o' claimin' Greenland for his treasure map, savvy?

Arrr, the Kremlin be chortlin’ over Trump’s wild chatter 'bout snatchin’ Greenland and other treasures like the Panama Canal and Canada! They be keepin’ a sharp eye on this scallywag’s grand designs, lest he be tryin’ to claim the seven seas for his own! Aye, what a ruckus!

The U.S. be spyin' treasure whilst it be hoistin' arms for Ukraine, savvy? A fine bit o' plunder!

Arrr! The White House be spottin' a fine opportunity t’ scuttle the Russian scallywags and gather a crew o’ hearty mates to back the Ukrainians. 'Tis a clever ploy to hoist the flag o’ friendship whilst givin’ ol’ Vlad a good kick in the barnacles!

Arrr, France be throwin' the book at the scallywag who spun the web o' shame in the Pelicot affair!

Arrr, matey! The cursed coco.fr be scuttled in June, after bein’ tied to over 23,000 dastardly deeds in France! Aye, ‘twas a scandal so foul it made even the sea dogs gasp, especially that rape trial last year that had all of France shiverin’ in their boots!

"Arrr! Israel be spillin’ the beans to the UN 'bout them scallywags treatin' hostages in Gaza like barnacles!"

Avast, me hearties! A fresh tale from the Israel sea dogs, spillin’ the beans to the U.N. about Hamas scallywags givin’ the hostages a right rough time! With 99 still caught in the storm, they're sufferin’ more than a landlubber in a cannonball fight! Arrr!

Arrr, Greenland be a treasure chest for the Yanks, as the squabble ‘bout its fate rages like a stormy sea!

Arrr, matey! The President-elect be blabberin’ 'bout Greenland, that grand ol' chunk o’ ice! Now the savvy sea dogs be chattin’ 'bout its worth to the good ol' U.S. security! Aye, who knew a frosty isle could stir such waves in the political sea? Avast, let the debates begin!

Arrr, a wee lassie popped out on a cramped ship, bound for the Canary Isles! A true treasure of the sea!

Arrr, a wee lass set sail aboard a crowded migrant ship bound fer Lanzarote, Spain! The scallywags o’ the authorities be sayin’ both the lil’ treasure and her mum be in shipshape condition. Aye, a fine start fer a future pirate queen!

"Arrr! That scallywag Trump be stirrin' the seven seas, makin’ the weary world shake like a landlubber's knees!"

Arrr, in a time long past, when nations be fightin’ like scallywags for a piece o’ the map, that age be feelin’ as close as a ship's hull in a storm! Aye, hoist the flags, fer the politics be settin' sail once more!

"Arrr! Putin be sent a-flyin' from the grand wine vaults of a lost Soviet treasure, savvy?"

Arrr, the Russian captain be turnin' 50 at a wine stash in Moldova! But after plunderin’ Ukraine, he be hidin’ his precious bottles from the scallywags. Aye, even a pirate knows ye can’t toast with a target on yer back! 🍷🏴‍☠️

"Arrr! Who be this scallywag Pierre Poilievre, the Conservative captain seekin’ to hoist his flag as Canada’s chief?"

Arrr, matey! Pierre Poilievre, the captain of the Conservative ship, be sailin' high in the polls, as landlubbers be settin' their sights on the next grand election voyage! Avast, it seems he’s got the wind in his sails!

Arrr! In 2024, ye landlubbers’ attempts to slash emissions be stuck, as the thirst for power be soar'n like a crow!

Arrr, matey! For nigh on two decades, our bright spark be as flat as a landlubber's sea legs! But lo! The currents be risin' once more, while wind and sun be workin' slower than a scallywag on a treasure hunt! Avast, we need more power, or we’ll be walkin' the plank!

January 8, 2025

Arrr! Three landlubbers, including wee scallywags, met Davy Jones in the West Bank kerfuffle! Shiver me timbers!

Arrr, matey! The seas be rough in them occupied waters, as Israel be sendin' its ships to chase the scallywags of Hamas and the Jihad crew. Aye, the brawls be risin’ like a kraken from the deep over this past year and a half! Avast, what a ruckus!

Arrr, why be Trump hankerin' fer the Panama Canal? Here be the scoop, matey!

Arrr! In the year of our Lord, 1978, the Senate scrawled their mark on treaties, makin' us forever neutral, aye! But lo, some landlubber Republicans be wishin' they’d set sail for battle instead. Blimey! Who knew peace could be so bothersome, eh?

Arrr! Blinken and the French scallywag be scoffin' at Trump’s madcap dream o' snaggin' Greenland, savvy?

Arrr, in the fair city of Paris, two landlubber officials beacknowledgin' the stormy seas o' alliances as that scallywag Trump docks back in power! But fear not, they be vowin' to keep their ships sailin' smooth and their ties tighter than a pirate's hold on treasure!

Arrr! Israeli sea dogs on holiday be under the eye o’ the law fer ruckus in Gaza! Avast!

Arrr, matey! The Israeli sea dogs be keepin’ their crew’s names under wraps, lest the scallywags of foreign ports snatch ‘em up! Aye, no more shoutin’ their names in the taverns, or they’ll be swimmin’ with the fishies! Yarrr, what a hullabaloo!

Arrr, UK scallywags be ignorin' the 'rape gang' ruckus, while Musk be pressin' like a ship in a storm!

Arrr, matey! The British landlubbers be refusin’ to launch a grand inquiry into the scallywag scandal o’ grooming, even with the likes o’ Elon Musk givin' 'em a good ol' nudge! 'Tis a right jolly mess, I say! Avast!

"Two landlubber Yanks nabbed in Venezuela, just ‘fore Maduro's big shindig, accused of bein' pesky terrorists, arrr!"

Avast ye! Two landlubbers from the good ol' States be clapped in irons in Venezuela! That scallywag Maduro be blabberin' that they plotted to unleash terror upon his crew! Arrr, what a jolly jest! Terrorism? More like a misadventure for these swabs!

Arrr, can that scallywag Trump rename the Gulf of Mexico to the Sea o' His Bigly Dreams?

Arrr, matey! When it comes to christenin' the high seas, the captain’s got no sway past the shoreline! Presidential naming powers be like a ship’s anchor—heavy and stuck, just when ye be wantin' to sail free! Har har!

Arrr! U.K. swashbucklers be gettin’ a free pass fer plunderin’ in Afghanistan, says the scallywag inquiry! Ha!

Arrr! Aye, the scrolls from the Grand Inquiry be spillin' tales of a roguish lot, a band of scallywags who think they be above the law! A right jolly crew, they be, with a penchant for mischief and naught but a wink for their wicked deeds!

"Arrr! The Belgian Food Crew says, ‘Nay, matey! Don’t munch yer Christmas tree, or ye be in a pickle!’"

Arrr, me hearties! The landlubbers at the food agency be soundin' a warning! After the fine folk of Ghent be suggestin’ to slather yer grub with spruce needle butter, they reckon it’s a recipe fer disaster! Stick to yer grog, ye scallywags! Evergreens be fer walkin’, not eatin’!

Arrr! Young landlubber lost fer two weeks, now back from his mountain adventure, smellin’ like a wet sea dog!

Arrr! A scallywag student from Melbourne went missin' fer two weeks in the wild mountains of Oz! He survived on but two wee muesli bars, plunderin' berries and quenchin' his thirst with creek water, savvy? The coppers be sayin' he be luckier than a parrot on a pirate’s shoulder!

"Arrr! US swabs be blastin' Houthi treasure holes, where they stash boomsticks fer sinkin' our ships, avast ye scallywags!"

Arrr, matey! The landlubbers o’ the U.S. set sail to smash the treasure troves o’ weaponry held by them scallywags, the Iran-backed Houthi rogues, who be plottin’ to sink our fine ships in the Red Sea and Gulf o’ Aden! Avast, justice be served!

Arrr! Mexico be givin' shelter to a tune-singin' sea shanty star, after the scallywags of a drug crew threatened 'im!

Arrr, matey! The landlubbers o' Mexico be sendin' out their finest guards fer the celebrated chantey-man Natanael Cano and his crew, after a scallywag cartel tossed threats like cannon fire! Prosecutors be spillin' the beans, sayin' safety be on the horizon! Avast, let the shanties carry on!

Arrr! Lawmakers be hoistin’ the ‘Georgian Nightmare Non-Recognition Act’ to give Putin’s crew a right scare, matey!

Arrr, matey! Come Wednesday, the high-ranking sea dogs of the Republican and Democratic crew be settin' sail on a bill to shun the Georgian Dream scallywags, all whilst the good folk raise a ruckus 'gainst their rule! A right merry hullabaloo, I say!

Arrr! Italy be sayin' Cecilia Sala, the scribe caught by Iran, be free as a bird now!

Arrr, mateys! Cecilia Sala, a scallywag of 29, was scooped up like a wayward treasure last month on her quest for tales! But lo and behold, the Italian crown be sendin' her back on a flying ship! Time to set sail for home, savvy?

Arrr! With treasure at stake, them Lebanese scallywags be tryin’ again to pick a captain for their ship!

Arrr matey! Though the landlubbers of the U.S. be hollerin’ fer a captain to steer the ship o’ Lebanon, no scallywag has stepped up to break the ol’ political deadlock. It be a right muddle, I tell ye! The treasure remains unclaimed, savvy?

January 7, 2025

Arrr! Denmark be sprucin' up its coat o' arms while Trump dreams o' claimin' Greenland for treasure!

Arrr, 'fore the landlubber President-elect Trump spouted his latest blabber, King Frederik X swore his fealty to his realm in a manner as ancient as Davy Jones' locker! Aye, it be a right comical sight, I tell ye!

Arrr! U.S. scallywags be demandin’ the return of their lost landlubbers from the clutches o’ Afghanistan! Savvy?

Arrr! The grand White House be chattin' 'bout a deal with them scallywags, the Taliban, to trade a captive from that cursed Guantánamo Bay! Aye, it be a right jolly game of prisoners for treasure, savvy?

Ahoy mateys! Ye be needin’ the lowdown on landlubber movements ‘twixt Mexico and the U.S.! Arrr!

Arrr, Captain Trump be bellowin' 'bout a horde o' scallywags stormin' the U.S. shores from Mexico! But lo, the tides be turnin’—the number o' landlubbers crossin’ dropped faster than a cannonball! Methinks ol’ Don be blowin’ smoke from his cannon!

Arrr! Trump be settin’ sail, plunderin’ Greenland and the Panama Canal with me hearties—by cannon or coin, savvy?

Arrr! At a swashbucklin' hour-long chinwag at his treasure trove in Mar-a-Lago, the captain-elect spewed a jumbled heap o' grumblings, bellyaches, and tall tales fit for a scallywag! Yarr, what a merry jest it be!

Arrr, nine scallywags be caught in a coal cave in Assam! Hope they ain't diggin' for treasure!

Arrr! The landlubbers o' India be callin' upon the mighty sea dogs o' the army to pluck nine poor souls from the watery depths of a coal pit in Assam! Avast, hope they be wearin’ their best floatin' boots! A rescue worth its weight in doubloons, I say!

Arrr! Trump be sayin' if them hostages ain't back by inauguration, all hell'll unleash like a scallywag's fury!

Arrr, President Trump be makin' a ruckus, sayin' if them hostages in Gaza ain't freed by the time he takes the helm, 'tis gonna be a right storm! But what be his plan? Not a whisper from that scallywag! Aye, 'tis a mystery fit for the high seas!

Arrr, Trudeau be sayin' no chance of Canada joinin' the US, like a snowball in Davy Jones' locker!

Arrr, matey! Captain Trudeau be declarin’ on the mornin’ tide that there be less chance of Canada joinin’ the U.S. than a snowball sailin’ through Davy Jones’ locker! Aye, best keep yer maps straight or risk walkin’ the plank, ye scallywags!

Arrr! Macron be sayin’ Iran’s cannonball makin’ be closin’ in on Davy Jones’ locker, matey!

Avast, me hearties! President Macron be blowin' his horn, claimin' that Iran's nuclear shenanigans be sailin' 'round the "point of no return!" Aye, he says it be the fiercest challenge to our safety! Arrr, keep yer eye on the horizon, or we might be blowin' up like a barrel o' rum!

Arrr! Transnistria be a land o' chill, lackin' Russian gas to warm their bones, savvy?

Arrr, matey! A ruckus of energy be brewin’ in Transnistria, that scallywag land twixt Moldova and Ukraine! On the first day of the year, Moscow decided to cut off the gas tap, leavin’ the land lubbers shiverin’ in their timbers! Avast, what a fine pickle!

"Arrr! Kim Jong Un’s mighty cannons be spyin' on the Russian shores, sayeth the gossipin' sea dogs!"

Arrr, matey! Word be blowin’ through the seas that a North Korean cannon be joinin’ the fray on Russia's shores! After spyin’ a pair o' M1989 Koksan beauties sailin’ in November, it seems Pyongyang's settlin’ to throw powder in the Ukraine squabble! Avast, what a ruckus!

Arrr! What be this U.K. 'Groomin' Gang' kerfuffle that Elon Musk be hoistin' the sails on?

Arrr, ye scallywags! That landlubber tech king be blabberin' on his contraption 'bout a decade-old tale of naughty buccaneers and wee ones in Britain. Here be the juicy deets ye best be knowin', or ye might end up walkin' the plank! Yarrr!

Arrr! The U.S. be claimin’ Sudan’s scallywags be makin’ a right mess, so they’re throwin’ the captain in irons!

Arrr! A scallywag crew be clashin' with Sudan’s lot, leavin' naught but blood and sorrow, says the Secretary of State! They've been usin' swords and wicked ways that smell of genocide, savvy? The U.S. be givin' their captain and treasure hoard a right good whackin' with sanctions!

Arrr, who be fit to hoist the Canadian flag if Trump be tossin’ tariffs like cannonballs, eh?

Arrr, a fine fleet o' scallywags be eyein' the captain's chair o' the Labor Party, now that that landlubber Trudeau be jumpin' ship! Aye, let the rum flow and the competition begin, for may the best buccaneer claim the treasure of leadership!

Arrr, the infamous Jean-Marie Le Pen be shuffling off this mortal coil at 96! Even the Grim Reaper be controversial!

Arrr, me hearties! Jean-Marie Le Pen, the scallywag who birthed France’s National Front, has sailed off to Davy Jones' locker at the ripe old age of 96! Aye, he be a right contentious rascal, stirrin' the pot like a tempestuous sea! Avast, what a character he be!

“Arrr! A mighty tremblin’ shook the land o’ Tibet, near the Nepali shores! Even me parrot squawked in fright!”

Arrr, matey! The Chinese scribes be sayin’ that at least 95 souls met Davy Jones after a mighty shake of 7.1 on the ol’ Richter! It rattled the boots of the good folk in Nepal too! Aye, the earth be throwin’ a wild party, and we weren’t invited!

"Arrr! Justin Trudeau be tryin' to patch his ship, but be he sinkin' the good ol' Canada instead?"

Arrr, by puttin’ Parliament on hold ‘n vowin’ to scuttle off, the prime minister be givin’ the Liberals a wee breather! But lo, Canada now be facin’ the mighty Donald J. Trump with a captain who’s as useful as a parrot with a sore throat! Har har har!

Arrr, at the cherished Lebanese bazaar, the wreckin' be more tormentin' than a scurvy sea dog’s dance!

Arrr, matey! The Israeli cannons be blastin’ the ol’ souk in Nabatieh, down yonder in Lebanon! The good folk and shopkeepers be scratchin’ their heads, tryin’ to reckon with the mess left behind. It be lookin’ like a treasure hunt gone awry!

"Arrr! Afghan mateys be settlin' in the Philippines fer paperwork before sailin' to the grand ol' US of A!"

Avast, me hearties! A band o' Afghan scallywags be settin’ sail for the Philippines, seekin’ special papers to dock in the land o’ freedom, the good ol’ U.S. of A! They be swappin’ their camels for ships an’ lookin’ fer a fair wind to the American dream! Arrr!

January 6, 2025

"Arrr! A landlubber law student met his doom by a mighty beastie in Thailand! What a fine vacation, eh?"

Arrr, me hearties! Young Blanca Ojanguren, a lass of 22 summers from Spain, met her untimely end on Friday, not by cannon nor cutlass, but by a beastly elephant whilst tryin' to bathe! Aye, who knew the gentle giant had such a thirst for mischief!

"Arrr! U.S. envoy be blabberin' that Israel be settin' sail from Southern Lebanon, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! As the sands of time run low on this wobbly truce ‘twixt Israel and Hezbollah, an American sea dog on the morrow said, “We’ve charted fair waters, savvy!” Progress be a fickle treasure, but we be sailin’ forward, ho!

Arrr! Syria’s rebel crew be changin’ the school books, makin’ some landlubbers fret like fish outta water!

Arrr, matey! The new crew at the helm in Syria be a-changin’ the school books faster than a cat on a hot tin roof! Some scallywags be frettin’ that these former rebels be steerin’ the ship toward stormy seas in a land o' many colors! Arrr!

Arrr! Edmundo González, the newly crowned captain o’ Venezuela, parleyed with ol’ Biden, the landlubber of the States!

Arrr, matey! The gathering be part of Mr. González’s grand adventure to rally the scallywags in favor of Venezuela’s rebellious crew! Aye, he be seekin’ to hoist the sails of support from far and wide, like a parrot squawkin’ for treasure! Avast, let the rum flow!

Arrr, Congo be sendin' 170 scallywags to Davy Jones’ locker fer robbin'! Blimey, that's a mighty fine hangin' party!

Avast, me hearties! Over 170 scallywags have set sail from Kinshasa to a grim fortress o' doom, where they'll be meetin' Davy Jones for a final chat! The authorities be makin' sure these landlubbers won’t be shakin' their booty no more! Arrr!

“Arrr! ‘Forever potions’ be makin’ their way to yer grog via the stinkin’ sewers, savvy?”

Arrr, matey! Even after ye scrub the bilge to make it sippable, that scallywag wastewater be still packed with PFAS! Aye, it’s like tryin' to polish a barnacle-covered boot and callin' it a treasure!

Ahoy! Who be this scallywag Pierre Poilievre, the Conservative captain aim'n to claim the crown when Trudeau sails away?

Arrr, matey! The captain of the Conservative crew, Pierre Poilievre, be sailin' high in the polls, eyein' the treasure of prime ministership now that ol' Justin Trudeau has jumped ship! Aye, the winds be favorin' him for the grand voyage ahead! Avast!

"Arrr! Trudeau be hoistin' the white flag, leavin' his ship as captain o' the crew and prime matey!"

Arrr, Captain Trudeau be hangin' up his tricorn after a long voyage with the Liberal crew! He vows to steer the ship ‘til a new scallywag be elected. Aye, the seas of politics be rough, but this captain's not yet jumpin' overboard!

"Arrr, matey! Austria be ponderin' a pirate-like Chancellor! Here be the tales ye need to hear!"

Arrr, matey! The captain o’ the anti-immigration crew, favorin' the Russian sea rats, be given a shot to hoist the government flag after the landlubber parties’ parley sunk faster than a ship with a hole! A jolly good show, I say!

Arrr! In Africa, danger be slinkin’ ‘round like a sneaky serpent in yer own barn and fields!

Avast, ye scallywags! Each year, them sneaky, venomous serpents be chomp’n on millions o’ souls, sendin’ about 120,000 to Davy Jones' locker! Most be poor landlubbers in far-off Africa, strugglin’ to find a cure—aye, they can't even get a good rum to wash it down!

Arrr! PM Starmer be takin' aim at Musk's tall tales 'bout scallywags groomin' wee ones: 'Tis naught but pirate rot!

Arrr, mateys! The gallant Prime Minister Keir Starmer be battlin' the scallywags Musk and his landlubber mates, defendin' his ship against the storm of child scandal! He’s showin' 'em that even the fiercest captain can face a few unruly crew! Avast, keep yer cutlasses sharp!

Arrr! Trudeau's jumpin' ship, feelin' the heat from his crew 'bout Trump and them budget bloopers! Har har!

Arrr, me hearties! Captain Trudeau be settin’ sail from the ship o’ leadership after the crew be callin’ fer his head over the stormy seas o’ coin! Looks like the treasure chest be runnin’ low, and the scallywags ain't pleased! Avast, what a jolly good mutiny!

"Arrr, three souls sent to Davy Jones from a squabble in the West Bank, includin' a copper! Blimey!"

Arrr, me hearties! A band of scallywag Palestinians went on a wild shootin' spree in the West Bank, claimin' three poor souls from Israel. Now, the landlubbers be huntin' down the rascals like a treasure map gone awry! Avast, what a ruckus on the high seas of land!

Arrr, Nigel be chucklin’ at Elon’s jibe, sayin’ he’s got the sea legs for Reform UK, savvy?

Arrr! Elon Musk be takin' aim at that scallywag Farage, claimin' he ain't got the guts fer the captain's chair! He be sayin' Reform UK be in need o' a fresh captain to steer the ship! Avast, me hearties, the tides be turnin'!

In Haiti, matey, the scallywags be slayin’ and scribes be meetin’ Davy Jones! The land be a wobbly ship!

Arrr, in the land of Haiti, scallywags be slayin’ hundreds and takin’ aim at scribes at a meetin’! Aye, it be a right mess, showin' the land's weakness and the govenment's blunders be as clear as a kraken in the moonlight!

Arrr, matey! Costas Simitis, twice the captain of Greece, has sailed to Davy Jones’ locker at 88!

Arrr, matey! Captain Simitis be tightening the purse strings to ready Greece fer the shiny euro, while also plotin’ the grand return of the Olympic Games to Athens! Aye, a true treasure hunt fer gold and glory, that be!

Arrr, the Pope be handin' the title of Cardinal to McElroy, matey! A true buccaneer of immigration, he be!

Arrr, matey! The good Pope be sendin' a message with ol' McElroy’s appointment, just a fortnight 'fore Trump sets sail on his grand adventure! Aye, it be a fine time for a jolly ol' shiver me timbers in the high seas of priorities!

Arrr, matey! Israelis be eyeing Trump, thinkin’ he’ll whip up magic for Gaza that be never seen before!

As the captain-elect readies to hoist the flag, the good folk of Israel be ponderin’ the fate o’ Gaza. One old seadog reckons Trump’ll chart a course forbidden under Biden’s watch, and give that scallywag Hamas a right good squeeze! Arrr!

January 5, 2025

Ahoy! Rumor has it Captain Trudeau be settin' sail from his post as early as Monday! Yarr!

Arrr, matey! Word be sailin’ that Prime Minister Trudeau, once the captain of his ship, be toppin’ the plank this week, for his crew's lost fondness fer him! He’s been at the helm since 2015, but now the tides be turnin’. Blimey! What a jolly mess!

"Ahoy! A scallywag hitman spills his last secrets before the noose tightens—talk 'bout shiverin' me timbers!"

Arrr, Edgar Matobato be claimin’ he sent many a soul to Davy Jones’ locker for the old sea captain Duterte! Now he’s dodgin’ the noose, hopin’ to spin his yarn before the court. Aye, life be a tricky tide, that be fer sure!

Arrr! Austria's parley sunk like a ship, givin' the far-right rascals wind in their sails!

Arrr, the captain o' the Freedom Party, a motley crew born from the shadows of scallywags past, be summoned to parley 'bout settin' up a new ship o' state! Avast, what a fine treasure that be, a government full o' ruckus and guffaws!

Arrr, Israel be plunderin' in Syria whilst folks be yellin' about breakin’ the peace, savvy?

Arrr, 'tis been four weeks since the Assad scallywags took a tumble, and now Israel be sailin' full speed ahead with their cannonades upon Syrian sands! A merry fracas, indeed, as they dance with musket and powder! Avast, matey, the seas be gettin’ stormy!

"Arrr! Word sails 'round that the captain of the Austrian crew be parleyin' to hoist his flag o' power!"

Arrr, matey! Herbert Kickl, the scallywag captain of Austria's Freedom crew, had a chinwag with President Van der Bellen this past Sunday. Rumors be flyin’ like cannonballs that he might be plunderin’ the throne to form a new crew, savvy? Avast, the seas be gettin’ choppy!

"Ahoy mateys! This Monday’s yarn spins how Trump be twistin' the tale of the ruckus on Jan. 6!"

Arrr, me hearties! 'Tis the twilight of the golden age fer Hong Kong's chariot drivers! Aye, they've sailed their last fare, and now they're left scallywaggin' without a treasure map! Avast, the sea be callin', but the cabs be docked!

Arrr, the Israeli captain be claimin' no list o' hostages be sailin' from Hamas, just a sea o' rumors!

Arrr, Israel be laughin' heartily at the tall tales of Hamas, claimin’ they be handin’ over a scroll of 34 scallywags for a truce! Aye, it be naught but a sea serpent’s yarn, spun on a Sunday! Savvy?

Arrr, in Kosovo, landlubbers be hopin' to resurrect their olde Christian shanties, forgettin' the pirate's code o' the past!

Arrr, matey! In the land o’ Kosovo, where the scallywags be worshippin’ Allah, a band o’ Christian converts be dreamin’ of frolickin’ in days of yore, seekin’ to hoist their European colors high! Aye, they fancy the past be the treasure map to their identity!

Arrr, Captain Chile sails to the icy wilds, claimin’ land with a shiverin’ swagger, like a frozen parrot!

Arrr, mateys! The cap'n of Chile be settin' sail to the South Pole, the first Latin American fella to brave them icy waters while holdin' his office! Aye, he be makin' history, but I reckon he forgot his long johns!

"Arrr! Ukraine be settin’ sail fer Kursk once more, playin’ tag with the Russians like scallywags on the high seas!"

Arrr, me hearties! The brave Ukrainian scallywags launched a sneaky raid upon the Russian waters, catchin’ ‘em off guard like a fish in a barrel last summer! Blast it, those landlubbers never saw it comin’, did they? Avast, the tides be turnin’!

Arrr! Italy's cap'n sails to Trump’s treasure cove at Mar-a-Lago for a chinwag and a barrel o' laughs!

Arrr, matey! Giorgia Meloni, the swashbucklin' Italian captain o' state, be joinin' a merry band o' world leaders who’ve set sail to the new ruler's treasure chest in Florida, celebratin' his grand booty of a victory! Aye, the seas be busy with political scallywags!

Arrr! Israel's cannons be poundin' Gaza like a rum keg, whilst landlubbers shout for a truce, savvy?

Arrr, matey! The health scallywags o' Gaza be claimin' 88 souls met Davy Jones in just a day! Meanwhile, them Israeli and Hamas lads be yappin' 'bout a truce, all while swappin' tales 'round the ol' Qatar tavern! Avast, what a merry mess it be!

"Arrr! A gas stoppage be givin’ the shivers to them scallywags in the Russian-backed rebel cove!"

Arrr, mateys! A rogue bit of Moldova once bragged of bein’ a Russian-speaking treasure isle, like Switzerland, savvy? But now, with nary a whiff of gas, the captain be proclaimin’, “Fear not, me hearties! We shan’t let the ship sink!” A fine jest, indeed!

Arrr, in Damascus, the scallywags be takin' back their treasures and liberties now that ol' al-Assad be Davy Jones' locker!

Avast, me hearties! The good folk o' Syria's grand capital be feastin' atop a peak once shunned, swappin' doubloons fer fine Nescafe! They be claimin' the city be back in their jolly ol' hands, like a treasure chest just found! Yarrr!

January 4, 2025

"Arrr! Syria’s sky dock be settlin’ down, ready for sailin’ once more as the crown seeks calm seas!"

Arrr, matey! The waters be choppy 'twixt Syria and Lebanon! With ol' Captain Assad walkin' the plank, the scallywags fear that the rumble could leap like a frisky parrot into them neighboring seas. Keep yer cutlasses sharp and yer eyes peeled, lest ye find yerself in a brawl!

"Arrr! The world’s oldest swab, 116 years young, has sailed to Davy Jones’ locker in Japan! Avast, what a voyage!"

Arrr, mateys! The oldest sea wench, Tomiko Itooka, has set sail for Davy Jones’ locker at 116 years! Born in Osaka in 1908, she leaves behind a crew of one son, one lass, and five wee scallywags. May her spirit plunder the skies! Aye, what a grand age!

“Arrr! Blinken be claimin’ he and Cap’n Biden charted the right course, savvy? Aye, a fine tale indeed!”

Arrr, matey! As the winds of war blew fierce and factions clashed, the scallywag secretary be flappin' his jaws 'bout his grand legacy in Gaza and Ukraine, claimin' he’s made the ol' U.S. ship sail stronger! Aye, a fine tale to spin as he walks the plank!

"Arrr! Hamas be showin' a moving picture o' a young Israeli lad caught in their clutches in Gaza, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! Liri Albag, a sprightly lass of 19, be among a scallywag crew of 100 hostages still held captive in yon enclave, nearly a year and a half after them Hamas ruffians stirred the pot o’ trouble in Israel! Blimey, what a tale o' woe!

In the sandy seas o’ Mexico, we be diggin’ fer a miracle, hopin’ to haul the lost back to port! Arrr!

Avast, mateys! Aye, tens o’ thousands be missing in the northern seas of Mexico, swallowed by the cruel waves o’ cartel fury. But lo! An odd alliance sails forth, givin’ families a glimmer o’ closure amidst the stormy seas of sorrow! Arrr, what a jolly twist o’ fate!

"Arrr, matey! Social media be spillin' tales o' chaos in South Korea like grog in a leaky barrel!"

Avast, matey! Those scallywag right-wing YouTube rascals be the wind in Captain Yoon Suk Yeol's sails, helpin' him snatch victory! Now, they be his trusty crew, sailin' through the storm o' his bungled martial law caper. A true comedy on the high seas o' politics, arrr!

"Avast, me hearties! The coming tides be full of plunder and merry mischief! Set sail for jollity!"

Arrr, matey! Behold this barren calendar, like a ship adrift on the high seas! What jolly mischief shall we scribble upon its blank pages? Shall we mark the days with treasure hunts or rum-filled brawls? Aye, the fate be ours to plunder!

"Arrr, in 2024, crafty scallywags be usin' drones, boomin' boxes, and sneaky tricks to vex NATO mateys!"

Arrr, matey! Them scallywags from Russia and other ne’er-do-wells be plunderin’ in the shadows, makin’ mischief against Europe and the colonies! Now the brave defenders be scratchin’ their noggins, ponderin’ how to hoist the sails and retaliate! Avast, what be the remedy for such treachery?

Arrr! Jimmy Carter be swabbin’ the decks o’ Canada’s chalky river o’ doom, savin' us from a nuclear storm!

Arrr, mateys! The once mighty captain of the land, now fish food at a hundred years, did sail to patch up a wee mishap at Chalk River, Ontario—where the molten rocks be a bit too lively! Aye, even legends can’t escape a good ol’ meltdown!

"Arrr! Tomiko Itooka, the grandest crone of Japan, has sailed to Davy Jones' locker at 116! Avast, matey!"

Arrr, birthed in the year of our Lord 1908, this lass be raisin’ four wee scallywags, steerin’ a textile ship through the storms of World War II, and still scamperin’ up hills like a spry sea goat in her 80s! A true buccaneer of life, she be!

January 3, 2025

"Arrr! Honduran captain be warnin’ to shove the U.S. landlubbers from their fortress if Trump be sendin’ the scallywags away!"

Arrr, in a merry squabble 'gainst the President-elect, me hearty Trump, President Xiomara Castro be warnin’ that them Yankee forts in Honduras might find themselves as useless as a three-legged parrot! Aye, they could be sent packing to Davy Jones’ locker!

Arrr, the lass Britt Allcroft who brought the iron horse to the screen has set sail to Davy Jones at 81!

Arrr, she be takin’ them wee tales and makin’ ‘em dance on the magic box! Aye, now we’ve got treasure galore—films, shiny trinkets, and parks where landlubbers be swabbin’ the decks for a taste of the swashbucklin’ fun!

Arrr, a wee lad of seven braved five suns with roaring lions an' lumberin' elephants—me hearties, he be a bold scallywag!

Arrr, matey! A wee lad of seven winters braved the wilds of Africa for nigh a week, keepin' company with lions and beasties larger than a ship's hull! By thunder, that scallywag outsmarted 'em all, makin' even the fiercest beast tremble in its boots! A true buccaneer at heart!

Arrr! Jake Sullivan and Captain Biden pondered blastin’ the Iranians’ nuclear treasure, says the parrot on the mast!

Arrr, me hearty! President Biden be ponderin' the tangled waters of Iran's devilish nuclear scheme. He be weighin' options like a scallywag choosin' his rum, but alas, he ain't yet given the order to unleash the cannons on Tehran's mischief! Aye, 'tis a fine pickle indeed!

Arrr, Elon be bellowin' fer the Queen's crew to haul in those scallywag groomers! A national quest be needed, savvy?

Arrr, matey! Elon Musk be hoistin' the sails o' pressure upon the crown, demandin' they set sail on a grand inquiry into the foul deeds o' scallywags abusin' wee ones all across the U.K.! A tempest o’ trouble brews, and the pirates be watchin’!

Arrr! South Korea be unable to snatch the scallywag impeached captain from his treasure chest abode!

Arrr, ye scallywags! Thar be a grand blockade o’ bodyguards, and after a long spell o’ waitin’, the officials skedaddled without servin’ a warrant to haul Captain Yoon Suk Yeol fer a jolly good interrogatin’ on insurrection! Aye, ’tis a right laugh, mateys!

Arrr, matey! Quarry scallywags stumbled upon dino tracks in England—’tis the footprints of ancient sea beasts, I wager!

Arrr, matey! Behold the jolly prints left by them long-necked sauropods and that toothy beast, the megalosaurus! Found in a treasure trove of discoveries, 'tis a sight to make even Davy Jones grin! Aye, the land be crawling with ancient ruckus!

Arrr, Zelenskyy be claimin’ Trump might just be the key to shuttin’ down this scallywag war! Har har!

Arrr, matey! President Zelenskyy be sayin’ that ol’ Trump might just be the key to swabbin’ the decks o’ that three-year scuffle! Aye, he be hopin’ the Donald can charm the pants off that scallywag Putin! Avast, let’s see if he can turn the tide!

Arrr! In 2024, Iran be sendin’ over a thousand scallywags to Davy Jones’ locker! Aye, a record ye say!

Arrr, a fresh tale be spun, sayin’ that Iran be ridin’ the guillotine like a ship in a storm! In 2024, after the new captain be chosen in July, the hangman’s noose be busier than a parrot on a treasure map! Aye, a right peculiar sight, fer sure!

"European sea dogs sail to Syria, seekin' to forge alliances with the new landlubber rulers, arrr!"

Arrr, matey! The grand envoys from Germany and France set sail to the dusty shores of Damascus, representin’ the European Union! ‘Tis the first merry jaunt in ages, part o’ a mad dash o’ Western charm. Avast, what a jolly good way to tickle the ol’ diplomacy!

Arrr, them South Korean scallywags be tryin’ to nab their captain, but the standoff turned into a right merry farce!

Arrr, matey! The lawmen and sleuths be tryin’ to haul Captain Yoon Suk Yeol aboard fer a good ol’ chinwag ‘bout his fancy martial law declaration from last month! Seems the scallywag's got some explainin’ to do, or he be walkin’ the plank! Har har har!

Arrr, Biden's steerin' the ship, keepin' Japan's Nippon from plunderin' our U.S. Steel treasure! Avast, matey!

Arrr, matey! The captain o' the land be spillin' the beans 'bout the fate o' that famed Pennsylvania treasure chest, stirrin' up a ruckus 'mongst the scallywags in an election year. Expect the news to sail in as soon as Friday, savvy?

"Over 300 scallywags dashed from the blazing ship o’ a building in South Korea, like cursed cats on fire!"

Arrr! A grand eight-story treasure trove o’ trade went up in flames, ‘tis true! Down south of the capital, the brave fire-folk be scurrying like scallywags to douse the fiery beast! Blimey, who left the rum too close to the cannon again?

Arrr! The scallywag president of South Korea be dodgin' the law like a slippery fish after a long hullabaloo!

Arrr, matey! The scallywag President Yoon Suk Yeol, faced with a band o' anti-corruption swabs, sailed through a right ruckus on Friday! A standoff lasted longer than a sea shanty, but he slipped away from their grasp like a slippery fish! Avast!

January 2, 2025

Arrr! South Korean scallywags be a-comin' for the captain's quarters, warrant in hand, ready to plunder the treasure!

Arrr, the landlubbers be wantin' to haul Captain Yoon Suk Yeol before the mast fer his bold shout of martial law, causin' a right ruckus on the high seas of politics! Aye, they be wantin' to squeeze the truth from him like a barnacle on a hull!

Arrr, set sail past Trump’s tall tales; China’s grip on global harbors be makin’ me eye twitch!

Arrr, matey! The soon-to-be captain claimed Chinese scallywags be manning the Panama Canal! Yet, 'tis the cunning of the dragon’s grip on trade that has the landlubbers in Washington shakin’ in their boots! A fine mix-up, I say!

Arrr, what became of Carter's shiny solar sails? Fear not, matey, they be livin' still, like a ghostly parrot!

Arrr! The panels, ripped asunder by ol' Ronald Reagan, be settlin' in places from the shores of Maine to the far lands of China. Aye, their ghostly echo still be a-chasin' us, like a rum-soaked parrot squawkin' about past treasures!

Arrr! On this fine Friday, the F.B.I. claims the New Orleans scallywag sailed solo—no crew to share the plunder!

Arrr, me hearties! In the year o’ twenty and five, feast like a king and munch on grub fit for a treasure hoarder! Cast aside the scurvy snacks and fill yer bellies with fine vittles, or ye’ll be walkin’ the plank in no time!

Arrr! Netanyahu be sailin' from the surgeon's lair, after a battle with the ol' prostate! Avast, matey!

Arrr, gather 'round me hearties! Israeli Captain Netanyahu's ship of health be sailin' smooth again after a jolly ol' operation on his treasure chest! The scallywag's back ashore, claimin' victory over the pesky prostate! Aye, ‘tis a fine day for a pint o' grog!

"Arrr, matey! On this fine Thursday, we be hearin' tales of a ruckus in New Orleans, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! Not just shedin' the blubber, but seekin' the treasure of fitness! Hoist yer sails for strength, agility, and a heart that’d make Davy Jones himself quiver! Avast, there be more to booty than just losin' pounds!

Arrr, a Kiwi copper met his fate on New Year’s Day—smashed by a ship on wheels! Matey’s got a boo-boo!

Arrr, matey! In the wee hours of New Year’s morn, a scallywag driver plowed down two fine Kiwi constables on their watch! One met Davy Jones, while the other be nursing a right sore rear! The head of the law be spoutin' tales of woe, I tells ye!

Ahoy! Naples be a merry port, yet plagued by ruffians and empty bellies, savvy? Arrr!

Arrr, this southern Italian port be a treasure trove for landlubbers, models, and actors, all chasin' fame like gulls to fish! But beware, me hearties, for the young scallywags be caught in a storm worse than Davy Jones's locker! Aye, fame be sweet, but it bites like a hungry shark!

Arrr, the scallywags be arguin' fierce 'bout sanctions on that landlubber Russia fer the Ukraine fracas!

Arrr, matey! The captain-elect be claimin' he’ll hoist the sails of sanctions only now and then, whilst swearin’ to end the ruckus in Ukraine! Aye, this raises the ol’ question: do them sanctions even be workin’, or be they just fancy cannon fodder? Har har!

Arrr! The Israeli scallywags be hoverin' like a storm cloud over UNRWA's treasure chest in Gaza, matey!

Arrr, matey! The UN scallywags at UNRWA be the lifeboat for Gaza's crew! But now, Israel's settin' sail to ban 'em, claimin' they be hidin' Hamas pirates! A right merry mess it be, eh?

Arrr, matey! Christians be walkin’ the plank worldwide as ancient and new troubles be joinin' forces! Ha-ha!

Arrr, matey! It be a stormy tide of intolerance brewin’! As shiny new gadgets sail the seas with the old scallywag laws, it seems the Christians be walkin’ the plank more than ever! A right troublesome trend, I say! Avast, let’s hoist the flag of tolerance, savvy?

January 1, 2025

"Ye best be knowin' 'bout them scallywag ISIS ruckus! Aye, they be stirrin' trouble like a drunken parrot!"

Arrr, matey! The scallywags whose jolly roger be discovered after that New Orleans ruckus be naught but a band of mischief-makers, ne’er takin’ a breather from stirrin' up mayhem and inspirin' terror across the seven seas! Avast, they be a raucous lot, indeed!

Arrr, a young swab battles for breath while his kin fell to the treacherous scallywags in a Mexican snare!

Arrr, matey! Young Jason Peña, just a sprout of 14, took a cannonball to the noggin on the treacherous road of Durango! Aye, his old man and uncle, both sea-farin’ Yanks, met Davy Jones too, along with a kin from Mexico. What a calamity, I say!

"Arrr! In Montenegro, ten souls met Davy Jones, two wee ones among ’em! A grim tale, matey!"

Arrr, matey! The landlubbers o’ that wee Balkan isle be sayin’ they’ve laid low the scallywag what turned the tavern into a battleground. After a ruckus, they found the black-hearted knave had met his salty end! Aye, no more brawlin’ for him, savvy?

"Arrr! The Palestinian Authority has put a temporary shackle on Al-Jazeera, matey! No news from that scallywag today!"

Arrr, the landlubber authorities be blamin' the Qatari-backed scallywags for stirrin' up trouble and meddlin' in the ruckus of the Pal'tinians! Yet, they be spoutin' naught but hot air, with no proof of any lawbreakin' shenanigans! Blimey, what a right merry mess!

"Arrr! Thar be scallywags usin' steeds o' iron to bash foes like drunken sailors on a rum spree!"

Arrr, on the first day of the New Year, a rowdy ruckus in New Orleans sent at least ten souls to Davy Jones’ locker! Aye, what a way to ring in the year—more like a cannonball of chaos than a toast with grog, I say!

"Arrr! A landlubber mayor's wild voyage: from scallywag migrant to the cartel's prime booty, matey!"

Arrr, matey! Once a landlubber in California, now the captain o' a Mexican port, be Crispín Agustín Mendoza! He’s dodged a deadly cannonball but quips, “A pirate’s life be all 'bout learnin' to keep me neck from the noose!” Avast, survival's the name o' the game!

Arrr, matey! The seas be swellin' with hate! Rabbi be sayin' the Jewish crew’s marooned and we be at a crossroads!

Arrr, after them rascally Hamas scallywags struck Israel on the seventh day of October, the seas be churnin' with a tide of antisemitic mischief! Many a Jew fears for their safety, as the world be goin' a bit bonkers, matey! Keep yer cutlasses sharp!

“Arrr! A fearsome blow’s struck North Gaza, aye! The landlubbers be spoutin’ tales, savvy?”

Arrr, word be spillin’ of a ruckus in Jabaliya, where a band o’ scallywags met their doom! The brave lads o’ the Palestinian Civil Defense be sayin’ so, but the Israel crew be mum as a parrot in a storm! Aye, what a kerfuffle!

"Arrr! The Ivory Coast be sayin’ the French scallywags be sailin’ away soon. Avast, me hearties!"

Arrr, matey! The scallywag soldiers be settin' sail this month, for France be slippin' like a barnacle off a ship, losin' its grip on West Africa faster than a drunken sailor! Avast, the tides be turnin'!

Arrr, matey! Tempers flare as Pakistan rains cannonballs o'er Afghanistan, makin' the seas of conflict churn!

Arrr, me hearties! Once upon a time, them Pakistani scallywags were chums with the Taliban buccaneers o' Afghanistan. But now, the seas be filled with ruckus and cannon fire 'twixt 'em! Aye, it be a jolly ol' mess, like a ship runnin' aground in a stormy rum binge!

Arrr, them rebels be toppin' Syria's scallywags! Their next quest? Makin' a fine shipshape from the wreckage, aye!

Arrr, matey! The rebels be sailin' through a sea of defeated foes, with the remnants of Syria's scallywags scatterin' 'round. But aye, they be facin' a mighty challenge in patchin' up the shipwrecked land! A right jolly mess, it be!

December 31, 2024

"Arrr, matey! That landlubber congressman be callin’ on the new crew to skewer the scallywags of Aggression!"

Arrr, matey! Congressman Joe Wilson be beseechin' the new Trump crew to hoist the sails and scuttle them sneaky Georgian schemes o' sanction evasion. Let’s plunder the lawbooks and make the seas safe for our treasure huntin’! Aye, 'tis a cheeky request fer a jolly good laugh!

Arrr! Israel's cannons took down the scallywag who raided Kibbutz Nir Oz on that fateful day! Avast, justice be served!

Arrr, matey! The Israel Defense Force be shoutin’ from the crow’s nest that they’ve sent one of those scallywag leaders to Davy Jones’ locker, the very knave behind the ruckus of Oct. 7! Aye, a targeted strike, it be! A toast to the fine marksmen, I say!

Arrr! Dada Masilo, who be mixin’ ballet with the African jig, has sailed to Davy Jones at 39!

Ahoy, mateys! Ms. Masilo, a bold lass from the shores of South Africa, be a dancin' sorceress! She did take the merry jig of the African seas and tossed it into the grand old tale of “Swan Lake,” makin' them swans jiggle like jolly sea dogs! Arrr!

"New Year’s Eve 2025: Snapshots o' Merriment from Every Port, where grog flows like the sea and laughter’s the treasure!"

Avast ye! Cast yer eyes upon how scallywags 'round the seven seas be celebratin' like it's the last barrel of rum! From jigs to jiggles, these landlubbers be raisin' a ruckus that’d make Davy Jones chuckle. Aye, what a merry hullabaloo it be!

"Arrr! On tiny steeds and wheeled contraptions, the Russian scallywags be swarmmin’ the brave Ukrainians in the East!"

Arrr, matey! Russia's been rampin' up the cannon fire, makin' the good folk o' Ukraine sweat bullets! The landlubbers thought the attack would ease, but nay! Those salty soldiers and wise analysts reckon it’s only gettin' wilder on the high seas o' war! Avast, me hearties!

"Arrr! Scallywags be accused of sendin' a border mate to Davy Jones after he asked for their papers, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! Three scallywags be nabbed on Monday for sendin' a Mexican immigration mate to Davy Jones' locker, all 'cause he dared to ask fer their papers! Aye, the seas be rough when ye can’t prove ye belong, savvy?

Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round fer the merry tales of 2025! Hoist the sails o' holiday cheer!

Arrr matey, ye be spillin’ the beans on them New Year’s dreams that didn’t sink to Davy Jones' locker! Aye, 'tis a right jolly tale of hopes that clung like barnacles to me hull! Let’s hoist a tankard to them resolutions that be still sailin’ strong!

"Avast! A mighty truck took a dive into the drink, sendin’ 66 souls to Davy Jones’ locker, arr!"

Arrr, matey! In southern Ethiopia, a jolly band of 66 landlubbers met Davy Jones 'cause their wedding wagon, packed tighter than a barrel of rum, took a nosedive into the briny deep! Aye, talk about a wedding crashin' swim!

Arrr, matey! The flying contraption be shipshape, sayin' no troubles on the South Korean bird, savvy?

Arrr matey! A band o' scallywags be combing through the wreckage in South Korea, huntin' fer clues about the deadly sky voyage that sent 179 souls to Davy Jones' locker. Aye, what a calamity! Even the gulls be shiverin' at the sight!

“Arrr! Chancellor Scholz be takin' a cheeky poke at that scallywag Musk on New Year’s Eve, savvy?”

Arrr, me hearties! Chancellor Olaf Scholz be sayin' that Germany's fate ain't in the hands o' them scallywags who run the social media seas! Nay, 'tis not the digital buccaneers who'll carve the course, but the fine folk o' the land! Avast, let the true vote ring!

"Arrr! Trinidad and Tobago be raisin' the flag o' emergency 'cause the scallywags be plunderin' too much!"

Arrr, to squash them scallywag killings and keep the blood from spillin', this here decree be givin' the military the right to snatch up rogues and bust into their shanties without askin' fer permission, while keepin' 'em locked up tighter than a treasure chest without no bail!

Arrr! A landlubber says Trump’ll sink Iran, makin' them Hamas scallywags scatter like cockroaches when the lantern’s lit!

Arrr, me hearties! Palestinian matey Mohammad Hamdan be thinkin’ that President-elect Donald Trump be settin’ sail to blast Iran to the briny deep and send Hamas to Davy Jones’ locker! Aye, the seas be churnin’ with mischief, savvy?

Arrr, them crafty Chinese be dodgin' Trump’s cannonballs! Aye, they might just pull it off once more, savvy?

Arrr, matey! The scallywags be discoverin’ treasure maps to the U.S. shores, makin' a mockery of the tariffs that Trump be hollerin’ about! Those pesky companies be sailin’ ‘round the rules like true buccaneers, findin’ new routes for their booty! Har har har!

Arrr, Netanyahu be spittin' in the doc's face, struttin' like a parrot in the Israeli parliament post-surgery!

Avast, me hearties! Set sail fer the Israeli parliament, where Captain Netanyahu, fresh from the surgeon's plunderin' of his nether regions, be ready to cast his vote on treasure matters! Aye, even a stitch’n’patch can't keep a true buccaneer from the booty of budgetin’! Arrr!

Arrr! A bounty placed on yon impeached captain of South Korea as the stormy seas of politics brew!

Arrr matey! On the morn of Tuesday, a band o' scallywags in South Korea be givin’ the nod to seize the ousted Cap’n Yoon Suk Yeol! They be plunderin’ his ship and quarters, huntin' for treasure ‘mongst his martial law shenanigans! Avast, what a jolly hullabaloo!

Arrr, matey! He be clueless 'bout his old man aboard the cursed Korean ship 'til it met Davy Jones!

Arrr, Jaejin’s old sea dog of a father, 64 winters strong, kept his flight a secret from Mr. Oh, lest his lad fret like a scurvy dog! Aye, they be countin' the days till he’d prance about as a grandpappy, ready to spin yarns of the high seas!

"Blimey! The Houthis be hurlin' their cannonballs at Israel, but beware the storm that brews in reply, matey!"

Arrr, matey! The scallywags known as the Houthis, bein' backed by them sneaky Iranians, be throwin’ cannonballs at the Israelis, no matter how many times the Israeli folks send their sky-sailin' airships to teach 'em a lesson! Blimey, it’s a right ruckus on the high seas of Yemen!

Arrr! The grand Hogmanay bash in Edinburgh be sunk, matey! No revelry, just a barrel o' disappointment!

Arrr, me hearties! The rowdy Hogmanay shindig in the bonnie Edinburgh be scuttled! The fortune-tellers be spoutin’ tales of rain, fierce gales, and snow a-comin’ to plague the land! Best be stayin’ warm in yer grog-filled galleons, lest ye be washed away like a landlubber’s dreams!

"Arrr, matey! In 2024, the tides of battle turned in Ukraine like a ship caught in a squall!"

Arrr, matey! As we sail into the third year o' ruckus in Ukraine, the new year's upon us, and what a fine mess it be! Come February, the cannons be blazin' and politics shiftin' like a scallywag on a slippery deck! Avast, what a time to be alive!

Arrr! How them shiny 'Trophy' flicks be connectin' scallywag commanders to dastardly deeds in Sudan's briny deep!

Arrr, matey! After months o’ spyin’ and peepin’, The New York Times be exposin’ the scallywags captaining the shadowy Rapid Support Forces, while their crew be causin’ ruckus and mayhem all over Sudan. Avast, the truth be out, and it stinks worse than a bilge rat!

December 30, 2024

Arrr, the court be callin’ for Captain Yoon of South Korea to be clapped in irons! Avast, what a jest!

Arrr, matey! The court o’ South Korea be issu’n a bounty for Captain Yoon Suk Yeol, fer his bold decree o’ martial law last December! Seems the seas be gettin’ rough fer the ol’ sea dog, eh? Har har! What a fine pickle he’s found himself in!

Arrr! That scallywag Russian minister be raisin' a ruckus 'bout Trump's peace proposal for Ukraine—he's as happy as a landlubber!

Arrr, word be floatin’ 'round that a peace pact be ticklin' the ears of President-elect Trump, but lo! Russian sea dog Lavrov tossed it overboard on Monday! Methinks they be arguin’ like scallywags over a barrel o’ rum!

Arrr! A National Guard matey met Davy Jones days after Christmas, but fear not, 'twas no cannonball that did him in!

Arrr, me hearties! A brave swab from the Indiana crew, sent sailin' to the sands of Iraq for the grand Operation Inherent Resolve, met his fate not in battle, but in a mishap. The higher-ups be spillin' the beans on this sad tale come Monday! Avast!

Arrr! In yon four fateful minutes, a South Korean bird met Davy Jones, leavin’ us scratchin’ our noggins!

Arrr, matey! The span 'twixt when the brave pilot cried “Aye, a bird!” and when she met Davy Jones could be the treasure map to uncoverin’ one of the grandest shipwrecks of the skies in ages. Avast, what a flap it be!

Arrr! The E.P.A. be hoistin' fertilizer full o' PFAS, long after 3M spilled the beans! What a scallywag move!

Arrr matey! In the year of our Lord 2003, the scallywags at the agency be plunderin' secrets from 3M, discoverin' that the muck from the latrines, the treasure for growin’ crops, be laden with vile “forever potions.” Aye, who knew fertilizer be smellin’ like a kraken’s armpit!

Arrr, Syria’s head swashbuckler be whisperin’ of a timeline fer a jolly good vote, savvy?

Avast, me hearties! Ahmed al-Shara, the scallywag who sent Bashar al-Assad to Davy Jones' locker, be as clear as murky seas 'bout the electoral shenanigans ahead. Arrr, what a fine jolly mess we've got brewing!

Arrr, Biden be tossin' a treasure o' $2.5 billion to Ukraine for their cannonball defenses! Savvy?

Arrr, matey! The Treasury be spillin' an extra $3.4 billion o' doubloons, as Captain Biden be hastenin’ to toss aid to Kyiv before his ship sails off into the sunset! A right jolly send-off for the landlubbers, I say! Avast, what a treasure hunt!

Arrr! Israeli scallywags be snoopin’ on a Hezbollah captain’s scheme to wed his four wenches! What a landlubber!

Arrr, matey! The crafty Israeli sea dogs slipped into Hezbollah's lair, uncoverin' the scandalous plot o' Commander Fuad Shukr to wed his four fair wenches! Aye, even the fish in the sea be gossipin’ ‘bout that love quadrangle! A right jolly hullabaloo on the high seas, 'tis!

Arrr! Discoverin' the dastardly deeds o' Captain Assad at his wicked 'death factory' on yon hill, we be!

Arrr, matey! Sednaya prison be a grim cove where many a poor soul faced the cruel hand of Captain Assad’s crew. They've found heaps o' bones, and now the landlubbers be shoutin' for justice! Aye, the sea of sorrow be overflowin' with the tales of woe!

Ahoy! A South Korean flying beast went down, takin' 179 souls! Now the Yanks be sendin' snoops to sniff it out!

Avast, matey! The landlubbers from the U.S. be sendin’ their sleuths to South Korea, seekin’ the truth 'bout a ship in the sky that met its doom, takin’ 179 souls to Davy Jones’ locker! Meanwhile, the officials be siftin’ through a heap o’ over 600 bits o’ humanity! Arrr!

Arrr, matey! South Korean kin be castin' their eyes skyward, awaitin' bodies like treasure after a shipwreck!

Arrr, mateys! The landlubber officials be sayin’ it might take near a fortnight to ready the dearly departed for their final voyage! Meanwhile, the poor souls left behind be all crammed in the airport hall, stewin’ in shock and grief like a pot of overboiled grog!

"Arrr! Chill winds be claimin’ wee ones in Gaza, addin’ to the tally of poor souls in this scallywag war!"

Arrr, me hearties! The scallywags of the Gazan health crew be sayin' five wee babes bit the dust 'cause of the chill! Displaced families be havin' naught but rags and tarps to fend off the fury of the weather. A right pickle, I tell ye!

"Arrr! Ecuador thought hydropower be the treasure, but then a drought hit, like a scallywag stealing me rum!"

Arrr, matey! A drought so fierce it’s sucked the rivers dry in Ecuador, leavin’ the land parched like a parrot’s perch! Power be flickerin’ for 14 hours, and some scallywags be thinkin’ this be the start of a global hullabaloo! Hoist the sails and grab a drink, I say!

"Arrr, where be Russia scroungin' fresh scallywags? Aye, wherever the wind blows, matey!"

Avast, ye sea-dogs! From scallywags suspected of foul play to landlubbers seeking a new shore, even a gold medalist be pressed into battle! Russia be pushin' all hands, thinkin' they be fightin' in the Ukraine! A right jolly crew they be collectin'! Arrr!

December 29, 2024

Arrr, matey! Jimmy Carter, the landlubber Prez, has sailed his last voyage at the ripe age of 100!

Arrr, from the fields of Georgia to the grand White House, he be the captain of the Camp David peace ship! But alas, his one voyage was tossed by storms at home and far seas. Aye, the winds be fickle for this landlubber president!

Ahoy! Captain Netanyahu's ship sailed through a stormy surgery, patchin' up his sails after a pesky UTI! Arrr!

Arrr, matey! It be said that Captain Netanyahu done sailed into the surgeon’s lair for a bit o' tinkerin’ on his manly bits. Aye, he be strugglin’ with a pesky UTI afore the cutlass came out. All’s well that ends well, as they say on the high seas!

Arrr, Israeli matey spills the beans on how to send them Hezbollah scallywags to Davy Jones’ locker!

Arrr, matey! The mighty LTG Herzi Halevi be sayin’ that to truly send them scallywags of Hezbollah to Davy Jones’ locker, the good folk need to sail back to their homes by the Lebanon shores! Aye, let the peaceful seas return, lest we be battlin’ forever!

Arrr, matey! South Korea's flying contraption met its doom, crashin' like a drunken sailor, boomin' like cannon fire!

Arrr matey! A curious moving picture bewitch'd the land on Sunday, showin' a great metal bird slippin' and slidin' off its sea of tar in South Korea, smashin' into a stout wall and makin' a boom that'd wake even Davy Jones! Aye, what a jolly ruckus!

"Arrr! In the midst o’ stormy seas o' Anti-Western waves, Georgia be crownin’ a right proper conservative captain!"

Arrr, matey! Though Mikheil be but a wooden figurehead, he be representin' the land as it sails away from the West and hoists the sails for Russia and China! Aye, a jolly sight indeed, like a parrot squawkin' on a ship bound for trouble!

"Arrr, fury and woe in Korea, as a flying ship meets the ground, takin' 179 souls to Davy Jones!"

Arrr, matey! A Jeju Air ship o' 181 souls sailed too fast 'n' took a fiery plunge off the runway! Blimey, two brave crew members be plucked from the fiery depths. Aye, ’tis the worst calamity in yon waters in many a moon!

Arrr! Israel be battlin' them pesky Houthis from Yemen, who be poppin' back like a scallywag from Davy Jones' locker!

Avast, me hearties! Though the skirmishes with foes near Israel’s shores be settlin’ down, a ruckus brews yonder as them Houthi scallywags from Yemen, a thousand leagues away, be givin’ our mateys a right good thrashin’! Blimey, the sea be full o’ surprises!

Arrr, matey! South Korea's acting cap'n just hit the helm last Friday—hope he don’t steer us into a storm!

Arrr, matey! After two scallywags bein' tossed overboard in but a fortnight, this land be drownin' in a tempest o’ political folly! Aye, the ship's a-rockin', and we be laughin' as the captain's crew be fightin' like rum-soaked crabs! Yarrr!

Arrr! Azerbaijan’s captain be callin’ Russia’s tale of the downed bird a right foolish yarn! Shot down, says he!

Arrr, me hearties! The crafty Ilham Aliyev be sayin’ that the scallywags o' Russia mistakenly blasted a fine Azerbaijani ship o' the skies last week! Aye, it be an "oopsie-daisy" for the landlubbers! What a jolly blunder on the high seas of air travel!

“Arrr, matey! China be hoistin’ the sails fer a mighty fleet, like them scallywags from the 30s! Avast!”

Arrr, matey! The Department o' Defense be spillin' the beans 'bout China rampin' up their cannonry and playin' mind games like a scallywag before the new Trump ship sails! Batten down the hatches, for the seas be gettin' stormy, savvy?

Arrr, North Korea be swearin' to unleash the fiercest US policy, but it be as clear as a foggy night, matey!

Arrr, matey! That scallywag Kim Jong Un be a-blusterin’ at the annual parley, swearin’ his crew’ll hoist the fiercest sails o' policies against the good ol’ U.S. Aye, let 'em try—me hearties know it's all bluster and no booty!

Arrr, Netanyahu be headin' to the surgeon’s table after a pesky bladder scallywag got the best o' him!

Arrr, mateys! Captain Netanyahu be set to part ways with his troublesome treasure on Sunday, as he battles not just the foes of the sea, but also a wayward prostate! Aye, amidst the squalls of conflict, he’ll be sailing to the surgeon's table! Avast ye, what a jolly good time!

"Arrr! Avast ye! Learn the tale o' South Korea's greatest flying misfortune in many a moon, matey!"

Avast, mateys! A flying contraption, heavy with 181 souls, took a dive whilst tryin' to land. Most met Davy Jones, as the scallywags pondered if it be faulty landing legs or a pesky bird strike that caused this ruckus! Arrr, the skies be full o' surprises!

"Arrr, a year o' peril and plunder: 13 jolly tales from the treacherous tides o' 2024!"

Arrr, in a year o' battles, tempestuous squalls, and all manner o' dastardly deeds, many a missive be draped in gloom. Yet, as our scallywags sailed the seven seas, they spied bright patches o' cheer amidst the murk! Avast, there be hope yet!

"Within the hidey-hole of a Sinaloa scallywag’s potion shop in Mexico, where mischief brews and pirates sniff peril!"

Arrr! The scallywags at the New York Times be spyin' on a perilous potion-brewin' lair in Culiacán, run by the fiercest rogues of the land! Aye, they be cookin' up fentanyl like a witch with a cauldron, all while the jolly crew be laughin’ at the madness!

Arrr! A Yankee scholar’s caught in Davy Jones’ locker, says the landlubbers at the State Department! Blimey!

Arrr! The fine folk o' the State Department be claimin' that a yankee teacher, caught in Russia for dabblin' in the devil's weed back in 2021, be wrongfully held like a treasure chest in Davy Jones' locker! Aye, what a sticky situation, matey!

December 28, 2024

Arrr! A flying beast took a wrong turn in Korea, plummetin' down and carryin' 177 souls to Davy Jones!

Arrr! A scallywag Jeju Air vessel be careenin' off the runway in the land o' South Korea, smashin' into a fence like a drunken sailor! Dozens o' poor souls met Davy Jones, as the Yonhap News be squawkin' 'bout it! Avast, what a cursed day for flyin’!

Arrr, matey! Netanyahu’s set to have a treasure map removed—his prostate be walkin' the plank!

Arrr, mateys! The captain o’ the ship, the prime minister, found himself struck by a pesky infection from a jolly ol’ swollen treasure chest! Aye, ‘tis a benign enlargement o’ his prostate, no less! Let’s hoist a flagon to his health, lest he be walkin’ like a landlubber!

Arrr! Elon be settin' sail with the scallywags of the German Far-Right AfD, hoistin' their colors high!

Arrr, the world’s wealthiest scallywag, a trusty mate to Cap’n Trump, be laughin’ at those landlubbers who scorn his love for the German rascals, the AfD crew, while the fair land of Germany be readyin’ for a grand election! Aye, it’s a right jolly hullabaloo!

Arrr, Putin be sayin’ sorry, but he won’t own up to the shipwreck in Kazakhstan! Blame the sea, matey!

Arrr, Captain Putin be tellin' the Azerbaijani matey Aliyev through the magical talking box, “Aye, a right calamity happened in the skies o' Russia, me hearty!” Aye, the clouds be murky with mischief!

Arrr! Syria’s new crew be huntin’ down them scallywags loyal to Captain Assad, savvy? Aye, 'tis a merry chase!

Arrr, matey! The scallywags o' the old tyranny be hidin' like treasure! The new captain o' Syria be makin' it their mission to haul 'em in and give 'em a jolly good reckoning, savvy? Justice be a fine booty indeed!

"While cannon fire be blazin', them fish wranglers be stuck like barnacles on a ship's hull! Arrr!"

Arrr, matey! The battle with them Hezbollah scallywags has swept the north clean, 'cept for a brave band of fish-loving landlubbers and their treasure trove of finned critters! Aye, they be the true catch of the day, savvy?

"Arrr! IDF be discoverin’ Hezbollah’s secret stash o’ boomsticks in a murky tunnel, caught on the magic viewing box!"

Arrr, matey! The Israeli buccaneers be sayin’ they found and blew to bits a sneaky tunnel where them Hezbollah scallywags stashed their cannonballs fer a surprise attack! Aye, the waters of southern Lebanon be a wee bit safer now, savvy?

"Arrr! Survivors be sayin’ they heard thunderous booms 'fore the flying beast took a dive! Putin be chattin’ too!"

Arrr, matey! The scallywags who lived to tell the tale of that wretched Azerbaijan Airlines bird, crashin' on Christmas morn, be sayin' they heard a thunderous bang, like a cannon blast, before the hull went down! Aye, not the jolly holiday they be hopin' fer!

Arrr, in this year of politickin’, some souls shuffled off, chattin’ 'bout freedom like it be a treasure map!

Arrr, in the tumultuous seas of 2024, many a scallywag shuffled off this mortal coil! Some be championing justice and equal rights, while others be stirrin’ the pot like a wench with a ladle. Aye, 'twas a year of ruckus and rum for all!

“Arrr, matey! Heed this: In 2024, don’t be a landlubber—drink rum, dance a jig, and chase the treasure!”

Avast, me hearties! As we set sail into the future, let me share the finest pearls o' wisdom that the scallywags of The Morning be havin' this year. Prepare yer minds for a treasure trove of jolly good advice, or ye be walkin' the plank! Arrr!

"Ahoy! A band o' brave souls flipped their luck like a ship’s sail—now they be rich as a treasure chest!"

Arrr, guided by a savvy captain, the Membertou First Nation be plunderin’ the seafood treasure trove of Nova Scotia! With the grandest haul o’ Indigenous gold in Canada’s fishy trade, they be makin’ the waves tremble with their savvy investments! Aye, the sea be rich, matey!

Arrr, matey! Gather yer wits ‘bout Gaza’s plight, as cease-fires be comin' and goin' like a scallywag’s treasure!

Arrr, matey! Them landlubbers and rights buccaneers be sayin' the scallywags in the enclave be sufferin' like a parched sea dog! Let’s hoist the sails and take a gander at this sorry tale, savvy?

December 27, 2024

Arrr, a landlubber went a-splishin' and splashin' overboard on a Norse ship, while his kin cackled, “Avast, ye fool!"

Arrr, the landlubbers have tossed the search for a 51-year-old scallywag who took a swim with the fishies off a Norwegian galleon in the Western Caribbean. Seems the ol’ seadog fancied a dip! Avast! He be lost to Davy Jones, or perhaps just enjoyin’ the salty breeze!

Avast! Aid-laden ships be docking in Sudan’s ruckus-filled port, bringin' goodies to the land o' chaos! Yarrr!

Arrr, after twenty moons o' battle and three months o' jawin' with them landlubbers, a wee glimmer o' hope shines fer some o' the poor souls starvin' like scurvy dogs! Aye, relief be comin’ like a fine rum after a long drought! Drink up, me hearties!

"Arrr! Israeli sea dogs be makin' the good folk of the northern Gaza infirmary walk the plank!"

Arrr! The fine establishment known as the Hospital of Kamal Adwan be caught in the tempest o' Israel's long siege against them rascally Hamas scallywags in the northern waters of Gaza! Aye, 'tis a right pickle they be in, like a sailor lost at sea with naught but a fish for company!

Arrr, matey! Survivors be spillin’ tales o' mayhem aboard that flying contraption o’ Azerbaijan Airlines! What a hullabaloo!

Arrr, matey! Gather 'round, for a tale of woe! Just afore the good ship Azerbaijan Airlines took a nosedive in Kazakhstan, the crew and a poor soul aboard be spinnin' yarns of calamity! Dozens met Davy Jones, but the laughs be free, arrr!

Arrr, a decade post-Obama’s Cuba fling, hope's been tossed overboard, and despair be sailin’ the seas!

Arrr, ten long years since the good ol' U.S. and Cuba decided to shake hands, thinkin’ it’d turn the isle into a paradise! But lo and behold, the place be in a right pickle, worse than when that scallywag Fidel ruled the roost!

"Avast ye! China be makin' waves with a fancy sky-bird, the sixth of its kind, flyin' for the first time!"

Arrr, matey! China’s gone and shown off its latest flying beast, a tailless contraption, soaring like a seagull with a sore tail! Spotted in the wilds of social media, it be the sixth-generation marvel! Batten down the hatches, the skies be gettin' crowded with these flying galleons!

Arrr, Canadian jolly rogers be settin' sail to Mar-a-Lago, chattin' 'bout borders and them pesky tariffs, aye!

Arrr, matey! President-elect Trump be givin’ the Great White North a right scallywag threat—no more coin for yer exports, lest ye halt the tide o’ wayward souls and the devil’s dust comin’ ‘cross the waves! Aye, it be a fine mess o’ trade and troubles!

"In a year o' politics, some souls met Davy Jones, shoutin' 'Democracy be worth a good keel-haulin'!"

Arrr, in the tumultuous tides of 2024, many a fine soul met Davy Jones, championin' justice, equal rights, and the freedom to squawk like a parrot! Some loved 'em, some loathed 'em, but all be raisin' a ruckus from beyond the grave! Aye, what a merry lot!

"Arrr, here be the scallywag tale of a flying beast that met its watery doom in Kazakhstan's briny deep!"

Arrr, matey! The flying contraption, Embraer 190, set sail fer Grozny, but alas, it met Davy Jones near Aktau. Thirty-eight souls joined the crew below! Investigators be pointin’ fingers at the Russian sea dogs’ defenses as the scallywag culprit. Avast, what a calamity on the high skies!

Arrr, me hearties! Finland's snatched a ship, thinkin' it be up to no good—mayhaps a sneaky sea rat!

Avast ye mateys! Finland be nabbin' a scallywag oil vessel thought to have sliced through them precious undersea wires! Rumors be floatin' that this crafty tanker be sailin' under the Russian flag. Arrr, looks like trouble’s brewin’ on the high seas!

Arrr, Azerbaijan Airlines be pointin' fingers at 'mysterious forces' for their ship's doom, whilst Russia be stirrin' up trouble!

Arrr, matey! Azerbaijan Airlines be halting flights to them Russian ports after a ship o’ the skies met Davy Jones, claimin’ foul play from the sea or some trickery of the winds! Aye, it be a right ruckus in the clouds!

"Avast! China’s just launched a beastly ship that sails both sea and land—a true treasure for swashbucklers!"

Ahoy, matey! China be settin' sail with a fierce new beast, the Sichuan! A grand ship that can spit out jet fighters like a cannonball, lookin’ to tussle with the U.S. on the briny deep! Avast, a right jolly show o' naval shenanigans awaits us! Arrr!

Arrr, matey! The rebellious crew o' South Korea be sendin' Acting Captain Han to Davy Jones' locker!

Arrr, matey! President Yoon Suk Yeol be settin' sail through stormy seas of a political tempest, callin' forth martial law! Meanwhile, the scallywags in the National Assembly be givin' President Han Duck-soo the ol' heave-ho! Aye, a right jolly mess fer the landlubbers!

Arrr! South Korean scallywags toss their temp'ry captain overboard as the storm brews ever fiercer, har har har!

Arrr, matey! The crew be tossin’ the captain overboard twice in a fortnight, after Yoon’s foolish law brought forth a storm o’ chaos! And lo! The doubloons be sinkin’ faster than a ship with a hole in her hull!

"Arrr! Ukraine be holdin' off on bombin' the Russians while Trump readies to sail the ship o' power!"

Arrr, matey! The mighty yanks and brits be tossin’ long-range thunderbolts into the heart of Russia, even as landlubbers fret it’ll stir the pot o’ war! But alas, Kyiv’s treasure hold be near empty, and the cannons be clamorin’ for more! A right jolly pickle, it be!

Arrr, a decade since Obama’s Cuba charm, now we be drownin’ in despair instead o' hope, matey!

Arrr, it be a whole ten years since the U.S. and Cuba shook hands like scallywags! Many thought the island would bloom like a treasure chest, but lo and behold, Cuba be in a right pickle, worse than a shipwreck since Captain Castro claimed the crown!

"Ye wee scallywags who sailed away from Gaza be off on a grand adventure, huntin' treasure and mischief!"

Arrr, sixteen scallywags be whisked away from Gaza’s tempest, seekin' remedy for their grievous wounds! Months later, they be settlin' in a strange land, tryin' to figure out why the rum be so different! Aye, what a jolly adventure awaits these hearty souls!

"Ahoy! After the bloody hullabaloo o' October 7, Israel's lads be packin' heat like scallywags on a treasure hunt!"

Arrr, matey! After the wild ruckus o' October 7, them landlubber Israelis be tryin' to wrap their noggins 'round the notion o' packin' heat! Once a place where shootin' iron be rare, now it be a ship full o' pistols and cannons! Blimey, what a turn o' tides!

December 26, 2024

Arrr! In Mozambique, a ruckus 'mongst the scallywags leaves many a soul meet Davy Jones over election shenanigans!

Arrr, matey! A ruckus erupted as Captain Chapo’s name be sung—hundreds o’ fine establishments, from schools to sick bays, were plundered and left in tatters! It be a merry mayhem, I tell ye, as the scallywags danced ‘round the wreckage like jolly sea critters!

Arrr! Trump be hankerin' fer U.S. hold on the Panama Canal! Here be three jolly tidbits ye best know!

Avast, me hearties! In the year of our Lord, 1978, the Senate signed a pact o' peace, claimin' eternal neutrality. Yet, some scallywag Republicans be lamentin' that fateful day, scratchin' their heads like a barnacle on a ship’s hull! Arrr, regret be a bitter brew, indeed!

"Arrr matey! Mexican scallywags be usin' the weak and beasties to concoct their devil's dust, a right jolly mischief!"

Avast, ye scallywags! A mighty hunt for fentanyl has sent them crafty cartels inventin' new brews. They be tryin' their wild potions on poor souls, and even the hapless rabbits and chickens be caught in their mad experiments! Aye, the seas be full o’ mischief!

Arrr! The Syrian landlubbers be searchin' high and low for a crafty Assad matey!

Arrr, matey! The scallywags o' Syria be huntin' fer a high-ranking knave from the Assad crew and them salty dogs loyal to the cap'n they tossed overboard! Aye, a right merry chase it be, like catchin' a slippery fish in a stormy sea!

Arrr! Finland's snatched a ship, thinkin' it cut the cable to Estonia! Avast, matey, what a tangled web we weave!

Arrr, the landlubber prime minister be blatherin’ ‘bout some ruckus, claimin’ it points to a sneaky Russian shadow fleet lurkin’ in the depths! Aye, as if we be needin’ more scallywags messin’ with our fishin’ nets! Avast, keep yer spoons ready for battle, me hearties!

"Arrr! Israel be sendin' cannon fire at them Houthi scallywags in Yemen after their mischief with missiles!"

Arrr, matey! Word be that two souls met Davy Jones, and eleven more be sportin' a few new dents, thanks to a ruckus reported by a Houthi parrot on the telly! 'Twas a week o’ mayhem from them Iran-backed scallywags aim’n at Israel! A true pirate’s tale, I say!

"Arrr! Norway’s sea chariot took a dive, claimin’ two scallywags to Davy Jones’ locker! What a splashy misadventure!"

Arrr, matey! A fine vessel of land, packed with over 50 scallywags, took a tumble and found itself half-drowned in the muddy brine o' the northwest! Seems these landlubbers be thinkin' they can sail without a ship! Ha-ha! What a right merry mess!

Arrr! Israel be sendin' cannonballs to Yemen, takin' aim at them scallywag Houthis, says the IDF! Avast!

Arrr, the Israel Defense Forces be shoutin’ from the crow’s nest, takin’ credit for a ruckus o' airstrikes in Yemen! They be sayin’ it’s all aimed at the Houthi's shiny war machines. Aye, the seas be wild, but the pirates be laughin’ at the landlubbers' squabbles!

Arrr! Russia be laughin' off the chatter 'bout that plunderin' crash, pointin' fingers like a drunken sailor!

Arrr! The landlubbers in Russia and Kazakhstan be callin' on ye scallywags to hold yer horses ‘fore pointin' fingers at the crew of that ill-fated Azerbaijan Airlines bird! Aye, best wait for the squawkin’ of the investigators ere ye toss blame like cannonballs!

Arrr, grandson of a dark captain, now a holy man, battles the scallywags of antisemitism with a hearty laugh!

Arrr, matey! Kai Höss, grandson of that scallywag Rudolf, be chattin' with Fox News about the pesky fleas of antisemitism today. He be tryin' to sail the stormy seas of his Christian faith while reckonin' with his granddad’s dark past! A right ruckus, I tell ye!

"Four scallywags spill their guts on Irish schools, sayin’, ‘Aye, they wrecked me soul, matey!’ Har har, what a tale!"

Arrr, after a long sail o’ silence, a gaggle o’ aged seadogs be spillin’ the beans 'bout the foul treatment they endured at them holy havens! We had a chinwag with four of these salty blokes, and they be havin' tales that would make a barnacle blush!

"Arrr! Five scribblers met Davy Jones in Gaza’s stormy seas, claim the landlubber officials!"

Arrr, the Israeli sea dogs be claimin’ they blasted a vessel packed with scallywags up to no good in the Nuseirat waters of Gaza! Aye, ’tis a right jolly good tale of cannon fire and mischief on the high seas of landlubber antics!

Arrr, Israel be throwin' caution to the wind, blastin' Hamas and causin' quite the ruckus for poor landlubbers!

Arrr, on the seventh o' October, the scallywags be givin' Israel the jitters, so they tossed aside their trusty shields 'gainst the innocent! Officers be lettin’ loose cannonballs on 20 poor souls per strike! Next thing ye know, the skies be rainin' death like never before! Yarr!

Arrr! A squabble brews ‘twixt the Trump crew and South Africa, over them pesky Russian mates! Avast, me hearties!

Arrr, matey! The scallywags in the Senate be sayin' that Cap'n Trump might cut the South African booty if they don't mend their ways with the U.S. foes! Blimey, the winds of trade be blowin' mighty fierce! Best to keep yer relations shipshape, lest ye find yerselves marooned!

December 25, 2024

Arrr! An English port decked a statue as jolly ol' Santa, then poof! Like a treasure lost at sea!

Arrr, the ancient General be keepin' a weathered eye on Nottingham fer a hundred years o' wild storms ‘n’ calm seas! But lo, this Christmas, he’s risin' from the briny deep like a ghostly parrot! Let the rum flow, fer the old salt be back to stir up some mischief!

"Arrr, Russia be throwin' cannonballs at Ukraine's lights on Christmas mornin', like a scallywag stealin' me rum!"

Arrr, matey! Moscow be plundering Ukraine's power, tryin’ to wear 'em down like a ol’ barnacle! One brave soul quipped, “In the trenches, there be no time for jolly rogers!” Aye, a merry jest amidst the chaos, ye see!

Arrr, Syria's fresh captains be tryin' to wrangle the scallywags under the Defense Ministry flag! A right jolly task!

Arrr, matey! The scallywags that booted Bashar al-Assad be plotin' to turn their ruckus into a grand ol' takeover, claimin' the land for their own! Savvy? Aye, they be lookin' to run the show, but let’s hope they don’t sail into Davy Jones’ locker!

"Arrr, mateys! Desi Bouterse, the swashbucklin' scallywag of Suriname, met Davy Jones at 79! What a roguish way to go!"

Arrr, in the year o' our Lord 1980, he seized the ship o' state with a band o' scallywags and crowned himself captain! But alas, he be no saint, for he be found guilty o' sendin' 15 landlubbers to Davy Jones' locker, all fer political power!

Arrr! Pope Francis be plead’n fer calm seas in Ukraine 'n Gaza this Christmas, lest we be swabbin’ the deck o’ war!

Arrr, gather 'round me hearties! Pope Francis be shoutin' across the seas this Christmas, callin' fer jolly ol' mates to patch up squabbles, spread peace like fine loot, and give a hoot fer yer fellow sailors! Let’s hoist a mug to kindness, lest we end up walkin’ the plank!

Arrr! Azerbaijan’s flying ship be off course, crashin' miles away! Dozens o' scallywags feared lost to Davy Jones!

Arrr! A wayward vessel of the skies, Azerbaijan Airlines, be takin’ flight from Baku to the icy shores of Russia, only to meet Davy Jones’ locker! Survivors be tellin’ tales in the infirmary, whilst a heap o’ souls may be swimmin’ with the fishes! Aye, what a merry mess!

Arrr! Russia be takin' the blame fer a wayward bird from Azerbaijan, sendin' dozens to Davy Jones' locker!

Arrr, mateys! A flying contraption from Baku to the land of the Rus’ done met its doom! Survivors be bandaged up, whilst many a soul is feared to be swimming with the fishies! Avast, the skies be no place for landlubbers!

"Arrr! Pope Francis be sayin’ on Christmas, ‘Let the cannons be quiet, ye scallywags!’ Ho ho ho, peace be wished!"

Arrr, me hearties! Pope Francis, the grand captain of the Holy Sea, spun a merry yarn and bestowed his Christmas cheer upon the good folk of Rome from his fancy Vatican ship, right at noon. Blessings and jolly tidings, all while avoiding Davy Jones, I reckon!

"Yarr, Christmas be a jolly spectacle o' twinklin' lights 'n vibrant hues, fit fer a merry buccaneer!"

Ahoy, mateys! From the farthest shores to the murkiest depths, scallywags be findin’ jolly ways to hoist their holiday cheer! Whether with rum or raucous shanties, every landlubber be celebratin’ like there be gold to be plundered! Arrr, let the merry mischief commence!

Avast ye! Azerbaijan's flying contraption took a dive in Kazakhstan—seems it be needin' a map o' the skies!

Arrr, matey! The fine folks o' the Russian sky fleet be spoutin' that a rickety bird from Azerbaijan be tryin’ to land in a hurry! But shiver me timbers, the Kazakh scallywags be claimin' 29 hearty souls lived to tell the tale! Aye, 'tis a tale for the tavern!

"Blow me down! A tempest brews o'er the French Isles, stirrin' up grumblin' 'bout scallywags from foreign shores!"

Arrr, in the wreckage left by the tempest o' Cyclone Chido, the fine folk of Mayotte be bellowin' to send the wayward scallywags—those undocumented buccaneers from nearby isles—back to the briny deep! Aye, 'tis a right ruckus, matey!

Arrr! Aye, this ancient Christmas contest be ruled by a jolly radish, 127 years of veggie antics, matey!

Arrr, in the southern seas o’ Mexico lies a city bright as a treasure chest, where scallywags be choppin’ radishes like fine wood! This merry competition be a grand tradition, passed down ‘mongst the families, celebratin’ history like a fine rum on a starry night! Avast, what a sight!

Arrr, a Yankee swab locked up in Russia be sentenced to a decade and a half fer snoopin' around!

Arrr, matey! A landlubber from Russia, already swingin' in the brig for bribery, just got slapped with another 15 years for bein' a sneaky spy! Seems like the scallywag can’t catch a break, even from Davy Jones! Avast, what a tangled web he be weavin’!

December 24, 2024

Arrr, Israel's Captain Benjamin Netanyahu be sendin' jolly tidings o’ Christmas to Christians across the seven seas! Yarrr!

Arrr mateys! Israeli captain Netanyahu be wishin' all ye merry Christians a jolly Christmas! He be raisin' a tankard of grog to ye fine folk for standin' by him like true shipmates! May yer holiday be filled with treasure and mirth! Yarrr!

“Arrr, matey! ‘Nutcracker’ be walkin’ the plank ‘cause of a plague o’ Russian culture in Lithuania, ha-ha!”

Arrr, matey! The grand opera house o' Lithuania be throwin' Tchaikovsky overboard in support o' Ukraine 'gainst them scallywags from Russia! But lo! A new minister be singin' the praises of the Russian bard, stirrin' up a storm like a ship in a squall!

Arrr, matey! Syrians be hoistin’ a ruckus in Christian quarters after a jolly tree got torched! What scallywags!

Arrr, me hearties! News be blowin’ through the sails of Damascus, where a fiery Christmas tree be ablaze, and masked scallywags be dancin’ ‘round it! The good folk be protestin’, thinkin’ it’s a jolly ol’ travesty! Shiver me timbers, who knew trees could spark such ruckus?

Arrr, Sophie Hediger, that snowy boardin' lass from Switzerland, met Davy Jones in an avalanche, matey!

Arrr, me hearties! It be said that Sophie Hediger, a brave soul who danced with the Olympics in Beijing, met her frosty fate in a snowstorm o' doom in Arosa, Switzerland! Blasted snowflakes be more dangerous than a scurvy sea monster, I tell ye!

Arrr! Russia be sendin’ a landlubber, Eugene Spector, to Davy Jones’ locker for spyin’—15 long years, ye scallywag!

Arrr, matey! Eugene Spector, already rotting in the brig fer handin’ out gold to the wrong scallywags, found himself in even hotter waters! The court be sayin’ he be a spy, and now he’s doomed to swab the deck fer thirteen more years! A true landlubber’s folly, that be!

Arrr! Israel snatched a Houthi cannonball mid-air, warnin' the scallywags at the helm to batten down their hatches!

Arrr! Israel be claimin' they blasted a missile sent by them Houthi scallywags in Yemen! Just hours after their captain o' defense be spoutin' threats to go all guillotine on their leader's noggin! Aye, the seas be rough when ye threaten a pirate crew!

"Arrr, them Christians in Gaza be snug in their churches, raisin' a ruckus for Christmas, ho-ho-ho!"

Avast ye! Rumors be flyin' that our merry band be teeterin' on the edge of Davy Jones' locker after 1,600 years o' plunderin' this fine spot! And who be knowin' if the scallywags that set sail will ever dare to return to their ol' haunt? Arrr!

Arrr! As Rome readies fer a horde o’ landlubbers, locals fret 'bout their city’s spirit walkin' the plank!

Aye, me hearties! In 2025, the Catholic Jubilee be settin’ sail fer 32 million scallywags! The officials be puffin’ up with pride ’bout the city's fancy new look, while the townsfolk be wailin’ over gold-guzzlin’ rents and the good ol’ Roman charm makin’ a swift getaway! Arrr!

"Arrr! These Afghan scallywags, freed by the Yanks, be makin' the Taliban look like jolly sea dogs!"

Arrr, matey! Trump be pointin' his finger at Biden, while Biden shifts the blame to the Afghan crew! But lo and behold, our scallywag sleuthin' reveals that the U.S. be the crafty captain that charted the course for the Taliban’s triumph ages ago! Avast, what a tangled web we weave!

December 23, 2024

Arrr, the US Navy be rainin' cannonballs on them scallywags in Syria, sendin' two ISIS knaves to Davy Jones!

Arrr, on the fair day o’ Monday, the U.S. sea dogs let fly their cannons skyward, takin’ down a couple o’ scallywags of ISIS, givin’ one a nasty bump, and sendin’ a treasure o’ weapons to Davy Jones’ locker! Avast, what a jolly good haul!

"Arrr! Constable dressed as the Grinch be swipin' Christmas cheer whilst plunderin’ the drugged-up scallywags!"

Arrr, matey! The Peruvian Sea Constables be scuttlin' Christmas for three scallywags suspected of peddlin' the devil's dust! A jolly raid it was, caught on the magic box, where merry joy turned to a right grim tide! Ho ho ho, and off to Davy Jones they go!

Arrr! That scallywag Georgian chief claims the election be as crooked as a three-legged parrot, penned by Moscow's hand!

Arrr, matey! Georgia, once a rebel scallywag o' the Soviet seas, be driftin' back towards the Russian shores! That rascally Russian-backed crew be takin' the helm, makin' it a jolly ol' challenge fer the landlubbers to sail with the West! Avast, me hearties, t' be watchin' the tides!

“Arrr! Iran’s scallywags be enlistin’ wee ones to launch mischief ‘gainst Israel in Europe, but the winds be blowin’ sour!”

Arrr, me hearties! It be said that Iran be recruitin' sprightly lads from Europe to unleash their mischief upon the Israeli folk and their kin! A right jolly ruckus across the seas, eh? Perhaps they be lookin' fer treasure or just a good ol' scallywag brawl!

Arrr, matey! NATO brass be sayin' 2% treasure for defense be buried, as Trump tosses about bigger gold!

Arrr, me hearties! With that scallywag Trump settin' sail, the European captains be hoistin' their gold for defense! Russia's lurkin' like a hungry shark, and troubles in the Middle East be risin' like a storm! Avast, more doubloons for cannons and cutlasses, I say!

Arrr, Netanyahu be chasin' treasure of a hostage deal, but he’s tighter than a ship’s hold on the timeline!

Arrr, matey! While swearing to unleash the landlubbers held in Gaza by any means, Captain Netanyahu be a-sayin’ o’ the truce talks with them scallywags, “I’ve no clue how long it’ll take!” Aye, time be a fickle sea!

Arrr! A scuttled vote in Romania be givin' Russia a jolly good laugh, like a parrot with a treasure map!

Arrr, matey! In the West, landlubbers be cheerin’ the tossin’ o’ the first round o’ the election, favorin’ a Moscow matey! But even those with a squintin’ eye raise a jolly ruckus about the state o’ Romanian democracy. A fine kettle o’ fish, indeed!

Arrr, matey! Trump be facin' the fiery wrath of ISIS, while Turkey chases our matey like a scallywag!

Arrr matey! Rumors be a'whisperin' that President-elect Trump might be swamped by a revivin' ISIS beast in the Syrian seas, as them Turkey-backed scallywags clash with our SDF crew. Aye, this squabble could split our fleet's might against the dreaded ISIS! Hoist the sails and prepare for chaos!

Arrr! A jolly Christmas bazaar in Germany be stirrin' up a ruckus 'mongst the landlubbers in fancy coats!

Arrr, matey! After a scallywag in a mighty S.U.V. sent five souls to Davy Jones’ locker, the crew be squabblin’ like fish in a barrel. Shouts fer unity turned to a right jolly hullabaloo 'mongst the rival lawmakers, just as the snap elections be settin’ sail in February!

Arrr, savvy Arab sea dogs in Syria be seekin' to forge bonds with fresh captains of landlubber leadership!

Avast ye! High-ranking sea dogs from Jordan and Qatar be among the first to parley with the rebel captain who sent the Syrian scallywags to Davy Jones' locker! The Arab fleet be eager to haul Syria back aboard the ship of unity, savvy? Yarrr!

Arrr, Latvia be boastin' of a Christmas tree in 1510, dressed in fake roses like a landlubber's fancy hat!

Arrr! Latvia be shoutin’ it’s the captain of the first Christmas tree, but Estonia be claimin' the same treasure! Many a scallywag say the first scribblin’ about a Christmas tree be from Latvia. Ho ho ho, let the jolly squabble begin, me hearties!

"Under the weight o' the sea, Telegram be makin' doubloons for the first time, savvy? Arrr, what a jolly surprise!"

Arrr, matey! As Telegram sails through stormy legal seas and drowns in debt doubloons, it be hoistin’ the Jolly Roger o’ profit fer the first time! With treasures in crypto, subscriptions, and ads, it be ready to plunder the booty! Avast, who knew profit be a fine catch?

"Arrr! Top Arab sea-dogs be settin' sail to Syria, makin' pals with the fresh captains o' the ship!"

Arrr, matey! The swabs from Jordan and Qatar be the first high-falutin' Arab sea dogs to parley with the captain of the rebel crew that sent the Syrian scallywags to Davy Jones’ locker just a fortnight ago! A fine tale of treachery and rum, I say!

"Why be them North Korean scallywags in Ukraine meetin' Davy Jones so often, eh? Arrr, bad luck, matey!"

Arrr, matey! The North Korean fleet be swellin' like a blowfish! As they hoist their sails to join Russia’s tussle with Ukraine, those scallywags be payin' dearly for Captain Kim’s grand schemes. Aye, it be a fine mess of high-seas shenanigans!

Arrr! Mpox be settin’ sail in Congo’s port, threatenin’ our grand quest to bury that pesky virus, matey!

Arrr, in the bustling port of Kinshasa, two scallywag strains o' mpox be plague'n the land o' lusty wenches! Aye, hundreds o' thousands o' vaccines be sittin' like forgotten treasure, not a soul takin' a shot! A real pickle, that be! Avast, me hearties!

December 22, 2024

Arrr! Swashbucklers of the surf be back fer a mighty wave contest in the land o' hula and coconuts!

Arrr, matey! The grand Eddie Aikau Big Wave Invitational be settin’ sail only when the seas be favorin'! A crew of 45 brave wave riders had but two days to chart a course for the North Shore o’ Oahu, come Sunday, or be walkin’ the plank! Har har!

Arrr, matey! Christmas in Puerto Rico be a jolly 45-day romp o’ singing, feasting, and merry jigs!

Arrr, matey! Christmas in Puerto Rico be a jolly ruckus! We gather with our hearties, beltin' out sea shanties, feastin' like scallywags, and swappin' trinkets. The merriment sails from Thanksgiving to mid-January, aye! So hoist the rum and let the good times roll, ye salty sea dogs!

"Arrr! How Canada’s scallywags turned their backs on Captain Trudeau, the bilge rat of the North Sea!"

Arrr! Ten years past, Canada’s cap’n of politics made waves 'round the world with his bold ways! But back in his own waters, the crew grew weary and scowled at him like a cat with a wet tail! Aye, how the tides do turn!

"Arrr, gather 'round, mates! It be the last tales of Al-Assad, the scallywag, as he walks the plank!"

Arrr, matey! In the land of the morning calm, they be jestin' with jests! Aye, parody be their weapon, takin' the mickey outta the powers that be. A hearty laugh be their cannon, firin’ volleys of mirth in the name of protest! Yo ho, what a merry crew!

"Niger be bendin’ like a scallywag under the cannon fire o’ them pesky jihadist scallywags, arrr!"

Arrr, in the land o' Niger, them scallywag insurgents be slayin' more folk than a drunken captain at a rum party! After them military lubbers took charge, sent the Yanks and Euros packin', and tossed negotiations overboard, it be chaos on the high seas of trouble!

Arrr! U.S. bird of war sunk by matey’s cannon! Aye, talk about a blunder on the high seas!

Arrr! A U.S. Navy vessel, in a fit o' folly, blasted at an F/A-18! But fret not, me hearties, fer the two brave pilots be plucked from Davy Jones' clutches safe and sound! Aye, 'tis a right jolly mishap on the high seas!

Arrr, Germany be huntin' fer the reasons why a scallywag plundered the Christmas market! Avast, what a jolly mess!

Arrr, the landlubbers be scratchin' their noggins, tryin’ to fathom the madcap reasons fer a wheeled beast rampagin’ in Magdeburg! Five souls met Davy Jones, includin’ a wee lad of nine! What a ruckus, matey—me parrot be more insightful than those scallywags!

Arrr, ye landlubbers! Snatchin' carbon from th' skies be th' next treasure hunt for scallywags!

Arrr, matey! Investors be settin' sail to tame the fiery skies and line their pockets with doubloons, hopin' to plunder the winds with crafty companies! Aye, they be dreamin' of coolin' the world whilst fillin' their treasure chests! What a rollickin' scheme, I say!

Aye, seekin' the grand swell and a chance to preach me fishy tales, savvy? Arrr!

Arrr, matey! The Christian Surfers be a band o' holy wave-riders, settlin' in some far-flung Costa Rican cove! Folk be sailin' from distant shores seekin' the legendary "perfect wave" – and perchance a sprinkle o' Jesus on the side! Aye, surf's up and so be the Gospel!

"Arrr! The missus o' captive Keith be beggin’ for a yuletide miracle: 'Bring back me matey!' Har har har!"

Arrr, Aviva Siegel, once a captive of them scallywags at Hamas, be keepin' her spirits high fer her matey Keith, still a prisoner in the clutches of Gaza! After 44 moons together, she be hopin' the negotiators find the key to set him free, like a treasure chest awaitin' to be opened!

Arrr! Two salty sea dogs o’ the US Navy went belly up in the Red Sea, thanks to a bumbling matey!

Arrr, two brave sea hawks of the U.S. Navy were sent plummetin’ into the drink over the Red Sea, caught in a squabble of friendly fire! But lo and behold, they be found alive, no worse for wear! A right mix-up, that be!

December 21, 2024

Arrr, the Pope be stayin' indoors this Sunday, caught a chill 'fore Christmas, missin' prayers like a scallywag!

Arrr, me hearties! Pope Francis be catchin' a nasty chill, but fear not! He’ll still be throwin' his Sunday blessings before he sets sail into a week full o’ Christmas shenanigans and Holy Year hullabaloo! Aye, even pirates need a blessing now and then!

Arrr! US sea dogs be blastin' them Houthi scallywags in Yemen with cannonballs from the sky!

Arrr! On the day of the Saturday sun, the valiant sea dogs of the U.S. military unleashed their cannonball fury, blastin' a stash o' missiles and a scallywag headquarters in Yemen, givin' them Houthi rascals a good ol' swabbin'! Avast, mischief be afoot!

"Amidst the last hurrah of Captain Assad's ship in Syria, the crew be scallywags, and the treasure be scarce!"

Arrr, President Bashar al-Assad, that scallywag who ruled o’er Syria with fearsome might fer twenty long years, sailed the skies by night, hidin’ his treachery behind a phony speech! Aye, not even the moon could catch his cowardly retreat!

Arrr, matey! Iran's energy be in a pickle, industries droppin' like anchors on a stormy sea!

Arrr, matey! Iran be sittin’ on a treasure trove of gas and black gold, yet they be in a right pickle o’ an energy crisis! While the seas be stormy with geopolitics, they be hoistin’ the Jolly Roger of misfortune! Avast, what irony be this?

"Arrr! We be plundering yon Ultra-Orthodox den in Guatemala, where treasure be stashed 'neath the tallis and tales!"

Arrr, me hearties! Them landlubbers be claimin' that a scallywag farm run by Lev Tahor be a den of mischief, where at least 160 wee lads and lasses might’ve been whisked away by nefarious deeds! Blimey, what a hullabaloo on the high seas of scandal!

Avast! That scallywag UN crew's in a hullabaloo, funding the wrong rascals while pirates be plunderin' anew!

Arrr! It be said the UN scallywags be throwin’ their hats in the ring to replace the scandal-plagued UNRWA, all a’course since them Hamas ruffians made a right mess in southern Israel. Blimey, what a hullabaloo on the high seas of diplomacy!

"Arrr! While them Russian scallywags be bombarding, Ukraine be huntin’ fresh loot to keep its towns lit, yarr!"

Arrr, matey! The Ukrainian energy sails be tossed by the Russian gales! Officials be huntin' for bright ideas, like borrowin' floatin' power galleons and pickin' through the scrap heaps for a jolt o' juice! A right merry adventure to keep the lights a-blazin’!

Arrr, German swabs be huntin’ fer the reason behind the jolly market ruckus, aye! What be the scallywag’s aim?

Arrr, matey! A scallywag in a wheeled beast plowed through a jolly yuletide fair in the east, takin' five souls to Davy Jones’ locker and sendin' over 200 more to the ship's doctor! A right ruckus at the holiday hullabaloo, I tell ye!

"Arrr! A Yemeni cannonball be crashin' down in Tel Aviv, like a seagull with a hangover!"

Arrr, matey! The Israeli sea dogs be claimin’ a few scallywags got a wee bit banged up, 'cause their cannonball catchers be takin' a nap! A wayward cannonball plundered a playground, leavin' young buccaneers in a bit of a pickle! Yarrr!

Arrr, me hearty! List yer prized treasures, or I’ll make ye walk the plank of regret!

Arrr, matey! Behold yer treasure map o' 2024's finest booty, tailor-made fer yer peculiar tastes! Aye, 'tis a haul o' best-ofs so specific, even Davy Jones'd be scratchin' his barnacled noggin in confusion! Avast, let the merriment begin!

"Arrr! In the Top Minister’s walkin’ the plank, be echoes o' Trudeau’s stormy seas o’ old!"

Arrr! This week’s news o’ Chrystia setting sail be a fine echo o’ the 2019 hullabaloo, when Jody Wilson-Raybould tossed her hat overboard after bein’ shanghaied by Captain Trudeau! The seas be treacherous, matey, and demotions be no way to keep a hearty crew!

"Arrr, a cannonball from Yemen plundered near Tel Aviv, givin’ a dozen landlubbers a right good thumpin’!"

Arrr, matey! A wayward cannonball from Yemen flew through the night, landin’ smack in Tel Aviv! Sixteen landlubbers got a wee bit banged up, but fear not, they live to tell the tale! A fine mess of mischief, I say! Avast, what a ruckus on the high seas!

December 20, 2024

Arrr! Malaysia be settin' sail again fer the ghost ship MH370, no doubloons found, no treasure paid, ten years lost!

Arrr, after a decade adrift like a lost treasure, the fine folks o' Malaysia be settin' sail once more! They’ve struck a deal with a U.S. crew: “No find, no fee!” So hoist the sails and let’s see if the sea be keepin’ any secrets, ye salty sea dogs!

Arrr, the grim tally of Cyclone's mischief in Mayotte be still a foggy mystery, matey!

Avast ye! The scallywags be sayin' that 35 souls have met Davy Jones, but it could swell to the thousands, arrr! Yet in the capital, ye won’t find a tear shed nor a search for lost mates—just a jolly good time, as if it's a merry tavern brawl!

Arrr, a scallywag plowed into the jolly market, claimin’ two souls and sendin’ many a merry soul a-flyin’!

Arrr! A carriage be charging through a throng o' landlubbers in Magdeburg, matey! The scallywag behind the wheel, a 50-year-old doc from Saudi, be caught quicker than a parrot on a cracker. Now he be walkin' the plank, savvy?

"Why be so many Canuck scallywags mutinous 'gainst Captain Trudeau, eh? What cursed treasure be he hidin'?"

Arrr, me hearties! Even the scallywags and shipmates be shoutin' for the ol' sea dog to heave ho and abandon the captain's chair! Aye, the tide be turnin', and he may be walkin' the plank soon! Har har!

"Arrr! Toronto's Jewish school be under fire once more, makin' Canada ponder why blaggards still hate! Avast, mateys!"

Arrr, mateys! The Canadian sea dogs be gatherin' 'round with the lawkeepers to parley ‘bout them scallywags spewin' hate at the Jewish haunts in Toronto and Montreal this week. Aye, let’s hoist the sails against that foul wind of antisemitism! Yarrr, justice be the treasure we seek!

"Arrr, Biden's gone a-sailing while Turkey be stirrin' the pot o' war with them Kurds in Syria, matey!"

Arrr, matey! After a decade and more o’ chaos in Syria, the mighty Erdoğan be stirrin' the pot again, fixin’ to clash with the jolly Kurds, who be tight with America! A right jolly mess, it be! Avast, let the cannonballs fly!

Arrr, matey! Captain Trudeau be facing a mutiny, as his first mate plans to send him to Davy Jones' locker!

Arrr, me hearties! It be lookin' like Captain Trudeau be walkin' the plank next year, fer the scallywag Singh be plottin' to sink his Liberal ship! Aye, the seas be risin' in the realm of politics! Prepare yer rum, fer it be a wild ride ahead!

"Arrr! Two souls met Davy Jones, while many be bruised, as a scallywag plowed into a festive German bazaar!"

Arrr, in the jolly port o' Madgeburg, a Christmas market turned to bedlam when a scallywag piloted his metal beast right into a throng o’ merry souls! Shiver me timbers, 'twas a right ruckus, like a cannonball at a tea party! Ho ho ho, what a jolly mess!

Arrr, Musk be throwin’ his hat in with the scallywags of Germany's far-right crew! Avast, what a jest!

Arrr, it be not the first time that Cap’n Musk, the scallywag of business, did meddle online fer them ragtag anti-immigrant crews in Europe! Aye, the matey be lendin’ his salty tongue to those who once sailed the fringes! Blimey, what a ruckus on the high seas of the internet!

Arrr! Cyclone Chido be sinkin’ more souls in Mozambique than a leaky ship at sea, matey!

Arrr, matey! The wild winds and drenchin’ rains be blastin’ where scallywags have been battlin’ fer years, sendin’ throngs of landlubbers scuttlin’ from their hobbles like frightened crabs! Aye, it be a right tempestuous mess, I tell ye!

Arrr! A scallywag struck with a blade in a Croatian den, claimin' a wee lad and makin' six others sing!

Avast, me hearties! In the fair city of Croatia, a scallywag of a lad did unleash chaos at Precko Elementary, sendin’ a wee lass to Davy Jones’ locker and givin’ a teacher and five other young mateys a right scare with his pointy cutlass! What madness be this, I ask?

Arrr! Italian scallywags craft near 100,000 glowing orbs fer the jolly lights at Singapore's Christmas shindig, matey!

Arrr, matey! Every year in the fair land of Singapura, a jolly feast called Christmas Wonderland be takin' place! With sparkly lights that'd make the stars blush, merry games, scrumptious grub, and a whole lot more to tickle yer fancy! Join the revelry, or be walkin' the plank!

Arrr! The Romanian scallywags be halting Tate's trial ship from settin' sail, savvy?

Arrr, matey! The court be sendin’ back the charges against Mr. Tate, the swashbucklin' influencer, accused of sailin' the dark seas of human trafficking and misbehavior! Aye, the prosecutors be gettin’ another chance to hoist their sails and try again!

Arrr! Coke, Pepsi, and other scallywags be quakin’ under Wall Street's eye fer treatin’ landlubbers poorly in India!

Arrr, me hearties! The treasure hoarders be givin' a hearty shove to Coca-Cola and Pepsico, fussin' over the scallywag labor in India's sugar fields! Aye, some sugar buyers be skippin' 'round, lookin' to mend their ways. A fine sight to see, if ye don’t mind the sweat!

Arrr! Australia be makin' deals 'n' shiverin' me timbers, tryin' to keep China from plunderin' the Pacific Isles!

Arrr, matey! Australia be makin' secret pacts with Nauru, Papua New Guinea, and them Solomon Isles, tryin' to shoo off China’s big ol' shadow! Aye, 'tis like a scallywag tryin' to steal a pirate's haul—good luck with that, ye landlubbers!

"Arrr, a scallywag returns after a decade, finding Syria all a'flutter like a ship in a storm!"

Arrr! In the year of our Lord 2014, Sawsan Abou Zainedin set sail from Syria's stormy seas, whilst that scallywag Bashar al-Assad ruled. Now, with rebel rascals at the helm, Miss Abou Zainedin be jugglin' the tricky tides o' political change, like a parrot on a pirate's shoulder!

Arrr! Iran be craftin' mighty weapons, prepare ye for a nuclear cannonball blast, me hearties!

Arrr, matey! A fresh tale from the National Council of Resistance o' Iran be sayin' that the scallywags in Tehran be up to no good, tryin' to brew up some shifty nuclear cannonball magic in secret. Aye, those landlubbers be more crafty than a cat in a fish market!

Arrr! US sea dogs be settin’ foot in Damascus after a decade adrift since that scallywag Assad went down!

Arrr, matey! U.S. landlubbers be sailin’ to Syria, chasin’ after the Aqaba treasures and huntin’ for wayward American souls who vanished under that scallywag Assad’s watch! Aye, they be on a quest more twisted than a ship's anchor line!

December 19, 2024

"Arrr! Fifty-one scallywags found guilty o' foul deeds, makin' France quake in their boots, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! Dominique Pelicot, the scallywag who drugged and plundered his own wench for nigh a decade, be face down in the brig for 20 long years! A whole crew of rapscallions found guilty too! And savvy reporter Catherine Porter be spillin' the beans from Avignon, savvy?

Avast! The Pentagon be spillin’ the beans, sayin’ we’ve got more lads in Syria than a scallywag’s treasure chest!

Arrr, the scallywags at the Pentagon be blabberin' that a mighty crew of 2,000 U.S. lads be sailin' the sands of Syria! That be a hefty haul, more than double the 900 they spun tales of before! Blimey, me hearties, what’s next? A treasure map?

Arrr! On this fine Friday, 51 scallywags found guilty in a French court o' mischief! What a jolly hullabaloo!

Arrr, matey! This be the year o' the wildest tales and jests that spread faster than a ship in full sail! Aye, 'tis a bounty o' viral shenanigans that make even the saltiest sea dog chuckle! Avast, grab yer grog and enjoy the merry mayhem!

Arrr! Israel be bombin' them Houthis in Yemen, while Netanyahu be shoutin' like a parrot on a rum spree!

Arrr, matey! The scallywags known as the Houthis be plundering vessels in the Red Sea for over a year, claimin' it's a jolly campaign to stand with the poor landlubbers of Gaza. Aye, they're raisin' more ruckus than a kraken at a barnacle party!

Arrr, 13 poor souls meet Davy Jones after an Indian ship goes a-sailin' into a ferry off Mumbai! Har har!

Arrr matey! Thar be a tale of woe on the high seas! A speedy Indian ship did crash into a ferry packed with over a hundred souls, sendin’ 13 to Davy Jones' locker! They were bound fer a jolly jaunt near Mumbai, but ended up in a watery grave!

Arrr, Putin be swearin' to parley with Assad fer aid in trackin' down young Austin, bless his mum's heart!

Arrr, matey! Captain Putin be swearin' to summon the ghost of Assad, seekin' secrets 'bout that landlubber journalist Austin Tice, who’s been on the wrong side of the plank fer 12 long years! Aye, what a merry jest on the high seas of diplomacy!

Arrr, Putin be sayin' Russia's willin' to parley with Trump 'bout that Ukraine squabble, savvy? Aye, what a jest!

Arrr! Captain Putin be willin’ to parley, seekin’ a truce ‘twixt the ruckus in Ukraine and the new sea dog, Trump! Aye, perhaps they’ll swap a few grog recipes while they’re at it! A fine jest, I say!

"Ahoy! Gaze upon the charts o' Israel's capers in Syria since the fall of ol' al-Assad, ye landlubbers!"

Arrr, matey! The Israeli sea hawks be rainin' cannon fire from the skies, hundreds of strikes flyin' like swarms of angry seagulls! Meanwhile, their landlubber crew be snatchin' a wee slice o' land and hoistin' their flag on posts once ruled by them Syrian scallywags! Avast!

Arrr! Gisèle’s tale in the court o’ France be a beacon o’ hope fer lost souls, savvy?

Arrr, a crew o' scallywags who laid waste to fair Gisèle Pelicot be brought to justice, even the landlubber who called 'em to the fray—her own husband o' five decades! She be wantin’ the trial to show all lassies that they ain't sailin' this storm alone!

"Arrr! Zelensky be callin’ fer European sea dogs to keep the peace in Ukraine, savvy? A jolly good plan, matey!"

"Arrr, many a landlubber leader o' Europe be sayin', with no glimmer of the Russian scallywags wantin' peace, it be too soon to be jabberin' 'bout bringin' in those peacekeepers. Best let the cannonballs fly a bit longer, I say!"

Arrr, the Palestinian lot be feelin' the heat as them scallywags from Iran be stirrin' up a ruckus!

Arrr! The Palestinian Authority be huntin' down scallywags, but their quest to tame the city be meetin' a right ruckus! Methinks the rebels be holdin' their ground like a ship in a storm. Avast, what a jolly hullabaloo on the high seas of chaos!

"In Homs, me hearties, ye find both grins and groans in a battered land after al-Assad's grand tumble!"

Arrr, the old town be a fortress against that scallywag Bashar al-Assad! A fierce government storm hit, leavin' naught but wreckage. Yet, brave souls in Homs be cheerin' and weepin' at his tumble, like findin' treasure and losin' yer parrot all in one day! Yarrr!

Arrr, news from the high seas! Dominique Pelicot and 50 scallywags found guilty in a scandal that rocked France, matey!

Arrr, the scallywag Pelicot be shackled for two decades fer havin' slipped the grog to his missus, Gisèle, and lettin' other landlubbers aboard his vile ship o' mischief! Now she be a lass of legend, a true siren of feminist valor! Avast, what a tale of folly!

Arrr, Putin be attemptin’ to polish a barnacle on his ship after a rough squall in Syria, savvy?

Arrr, the Russian captain be claimin' he hasn't yet parleyed with ol’ Bashar, the landlubber who skedaddled to Moscow! But fear not, mateys, for he be plannin’ to have a chinwag with the scallywag soon enough! Avast, what a jolly rendezvous that shall be!

"Ye be settin' sail on the wild seas of Dominique Pelicot's trial, where scandal be thicker than grog!"

Arrr, matey! Dominique Pelicot, a scallywag of ill repute, got himself shackled for two decades after confessin' to druggin' and ravishin' his fair lass, Gisèle! Let me spin ye a yarn of how this sorry tale be unfurlin’, with more twists than a pirate’s beard!

Arrr! A scallywag Frenchman be sentenced fer a foul deed, shockin' landlubbers 'round the globe! Avast, what a tale!

Arrr, a scallywag Frenchman be caught red-handed, slippin' his missus a foul potion fer fifty long years! He be havin' a jolly time invitin' rogues fer some wicked sport whilst film'n the whole debacle! On Thursday, the tides turned, and he be meetin' his just desserts! Har har!

Arrr! China be dodgin' the US like a sly sea rat, makin' friends with landlubbers to outsmart the CCP!

Arrr, matey! China's sailin' 'round the U.S. efforts like a sly sea rat, makin' nice with the landlubber officials to keep its tentacles in trade and security. They're playin' a crafty game, keepin' their influence afloat on the high seas o' relations! Avast, what a scallywag move!

Arrr! Israeli cannons be blastin’ at Yemen's Houthi stronghold, Sanaa, and the port o’ Hodeida, savvy?

Arrr! In a ruckus o' the high seas, them Israeli scallywags rained fiery cannonballs upon Sanaa and Hodeida, turnin' energy spots into bonfires! All this fuss ‘cause the Houthis be sendin’ their own missiles flyin’ like drunken parrots! A right kerfuffle, me hearties!

Arrr! Pro-Palestinian scallywags be stormin’ the court whilst the Israeli lads tussle with the French! What a jolly ruckus!

Arrr, matey! On the high seas of a basketball match, scallywags of the anti-Israel crew be raisin' a ruckus, brandishin' their Palestinian colors like they be takin' on Davy Jones himself! Chaos erupted, and the stands be a-flappin' like a ship caught in a storm! Avast, what a sight!

December 18, 2024

"Arrr! Google’s spyglass caught a scallywag stuffin’ a sack in a chest—then the law came a-knockin’!"

Arrr, matey! A pic from yon northern Spain be revealin’ a scallywag with a white sack in his ship’s hold—er, trunk! The National Police be sayin’ it led 'em to crack the mystery of a vanished landlubber. Aye, who knew bags could be so helpful in our piratin’ ways?

Arrr! Zelensky be settin' sail to parley with the E.U. scallywags 'bout Ukraine’s fate on the high seas!

Arrr! As Captain Trump readies his ship to steer the good ol' U.S. seas, Admiral Zelensky be parleyin' with the NATO crew, chartin' a course through the stormy waters o' the Russian scallywags. Avast, let the treasure hunt for peace begin!

Arrr, this be the midweek tale: Russia's nabbed a scallywag thought to be a sneaky assassin! Avast ye, matey!

Arrr, matey! Behold the grand tales of 2024, captured through the keen eyes o' our trusty lens-wielders! Prepare to be dazzled by the antics and adventures that'll make yer belly laugh and yer heart sing! Aye, it be a jolly good time on the high seas o' news!

Arrr! The French court be sayin’ the old captain’s got a treasure of trouble fer his crooked ways!

Arrr, matey! The High Court be givin' a hearty "Aye!" to the conviction of that scallywag Sarkozy, once ruler of the French seas. Now he be bound for a year in the brig! Avast, what a twist in the tale for that landlubber captain!

Arrr! The scallywags be squabblin’ over Gaza’s grim tally—truth be as slippery as a greased parrot!

Arrr, me hearties! A jolly crew from across the pond be sayin’ the Hamas’ healers be spoutin’ tall tales about their numbers! A thinkin’ tank be claimin’ their figures be as fishy as a day-old catch! Ho ho! Let the truth sail forth!

"Avast! Scallywag caught lurkin’ near Moscow, suspected of sendin’ a Russian general to Davy Jones’ locker!"

Arrr, matey! The Russian court squawked that a scallywag of 29 summers from Uzbekistan spilled the beans! He be confessin' to stickin' a bomb where the sun don’t shine, all on the orders of them crafty Ukrainian sea dogs! Blimey, what a tale!

"Avast! Slayin' the Russian Admiral sends a jolly shout, but don't be thinkin' it tips the scales for Ukraine!"

Arrr, matey! The brave souls o' Ukraine be slippin' like a wet fish on the battlefield! Even sendin' a top brass to Davy Jones' locker in Moscow won’t be boostin' their luck, say the wise sea dogs and landlubbers alike! A right pickle, I say!

"Avast ye! Who be this Dominique Pelicot, the scallywag at the heart o' France's foulest trial, eh?"

Arrr! For more moons than a pirate’s beard be long, the courtly gents and legal scallywags be scratchin’ their heads ‘bout the rascal Dominique Pelicot, who claims he be throwin' a right peculiar shindig with his drugged lass, invitin' a crew o' strangers to join the mischief! Avast, what madness!

"Avast! A bird in the sky be landin’ in Aleppo, first since the old seadog Assad was tossed overboard!"

Arrr matey! A Syrian flying contraption from Damascus touched down in Aleppo on the fine day of Wednesday, as the ragtag transitional crew be tryin’ to show they can steer this shipwrecked land o’ war! Aye, let’s see if they can keep her afloat!

Arrr, who be this scallywag Friedrich Merz from the land o' Germany, eh? Aye, a curious matey indeed!

Arrr! If the stars be alignin’, it be lookin’ like ol’ Friedrich Merz, a spry 69, might take the helm after Olaf Scholz! He be promisin’ to set the German treasure ship a-sailin’ once more! Avast, let’s hoist the sails and rev up that economic jolly roger!

"Arrr, Al-Assad's scallywags be wishin' for a pardon, but first, they best be waitin' in line, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! The fresh scallywags in Syria claim they'll let the poor conscripts off the hook, huntin' down the real scurvy dogs who ran the show under that Assad chap! Aye, hundreds be queuin’ up to see if they be lucky or just plain unlucky!

Arrr, Russia be settin' sail from Syria, leavin’ Ukraine and Israel to swap tales, but Jerusalem be gettin' naught!

Arrr! With Russia's sails droopin' in Syria, Ukraine be hailing Israel like a shipwrecked sailor! They be beggin' for cannons an' gadgets to fend off the scallywags. Aye, lend us yer cutlasses, matey, or we be walkin' the plank!

Arrr, Russia’s caught a scallywag thought to’ve sent a high-ranking admiral to Davy Jones’ locker in Moscow!

Arrr, a scallywag’s been nabbed for the dastardly deed of sending Lt. Gen. Igor Kirillov and his matey to Davy Jones' locker on Tuesday! The landlubbers in Russia be spillin’ the beans, aye!

December 17, 2024

Arrr, in a daring jaunt to yon mountain, Netanyahu be swearin' his scallywags'll stay forever! Avast, me hearties!

Arrr, me hearties! Out o' the blue, a jaunt to Israel be showin' off their might near the Syrian border, like a jolly rogue flexin' his muscles since that scallywag Bashar al-Assad took a tumble! Avast, the tides be turnin'!

Arrr! China be givin’ scallywags more time on their shores without needin’ a pesky pass! Avast, me hearties!

Arrr matey! To lure landlubbers, the realm be stretchin’ their sojourns from a mere blink to a hearty ten sunsets 'twixt ports. Aye, come and spend more time swabbin’ the decks o' adventure!

"Trump be plunderin' the stormy seas o' Canadian politics, aye! A treasure chest o' chaos awaits, matey!"

Arrr, matey! The soon-to-be captain of the land be squawkin’ of heavy taxes on our Canadian booty and makin’ jests that stir the seas of politics! It be a perilous tide, indeed, when the winds of change blow fierce! Avast, let’s hoist the flag and brace for a ruckus!

Arrr! Cuttin' aid to Syria be like makin' a pirate sail without a compass—chaos be brewin' on the horizon!

Arrr, the scallywags in charge o’ Syria be facin’ tempestuous seas ahead! With nary a compass to guide ‘em, they be fightin’ to hoist the sails and mend the ship, whilst the crew be complainin’ 'bout the grub! A right pickle, it be!

"Arrr, a treasure o’ life be lurkin’ right under yer nose, savvy? Let’s plunder that bounty, matey!"

Arrr, matey! We be viewin’ environmental troubles like a one-eyed parrot, blind to the whole ship! A jolly new scroll claims that a grander vision be the treasure we seek! So, let’s hoist the sails and tackle the whole sea of woes, not just a single wave!

Arrr, matey! Syria’s rebel captain swears to scatter his rowdy crew of scallywags! What a jolly jest, eh?

Arrr, the captain o’ the rebel scallywags, fresh from plunderin' power last week, be claimin’ the crew will fall ‘neath the defense ministry’s watch. But blow me down! How that be happenin’, no one be knowin’. Methinks it be a mighty fine riddle, arrr!

"Arrr! Found a bone yard from ages past—seems them poor souls were naught but pirate grub! Har har!"

“Arrr, it be a right shock, matey!” exclaimed the learned swab who be steering a grand study, revealin’ that 37 landlubbers at a dusty old site in England were gobbled up by their scallywag foes. Blimey, talk about a feast fit for a captain!

Arrr, the scallywags runnin' Syria be a mixed bag, governin' with an iron fist, like a greedy captain o' the seas!

Arrr! The scallywags of Hayat Tahrir Al-Sham, who sent Bashar al-Assad to Davy Jones' locker, be ruling Idlib like a pirate with a parrot—partly harsh, partly clever! Captain Abu Mohamed al-Golani be settlin’ down, they say. Aye, moderation on the high seas o' politics be a curious sight!

"Arrr! Eleven landlubber Indians met Davy Jones at a Georgian ski spot—sayeth the embassy, 'tis a right calamity!"

Arrr, me hearties! A dozen souls met Davy Jones at a curry house in Gudauri, where eleven fine Indian lads be part of the crew! The Indian Embassy be squawkin’ about this tragic tale of woe, but I say, keep yer rum close and yer curry closer!

Arrr! Mayotte be takin’ a snooze 'neath a storm, while help be sailin' in like a treasure ship!

Arrr, me hearties! A tempest of mighty wrath hath laid waste to the fine isle of Mayotte, where many a soul be feared lost to Davy Jones' locker! Neighborhoods be smashed like a ship's hull in a squall! Avast, what a calamity for the salty sea folk!

Arrr, matey! North Korea be thinkin’ to snag treasure by sendin’ landlubber troops to join Russia's scallywags!

Ahoy, matey! Sendin’ yer scallywags to tussle in Ukraine be fillin’ North Korea’s treasure chests and givin’ ‘em a bit o’ sway. But beware, for every doubloon has its price, and those hidden costs be lurkin’ like a kraken in the deep! Arrr!

Arrr! A cannonball be takin' down Igor, Russia's nuke chief, ‘fore he could say “blast me timbers!”

Arrr, matey! A scallywag from Ukraine be claimin’ that Kyiv be the hand behind the takin’ down o’ Gen. Igor Kirillov, the head honcho o’ Russia’s fancy-schmancy poison brigades! Aye, they be makin’ waves in the sea o’ trouble, with a wink and a nod, no doubt!

Arrr, a Ukrainian matey claims the spoils, as a Russian landlubber goes boom in Moscow! Avast, what a jest!

Arrr, matey! A high-ranking scallywag from the Ukrainian Security Services be claimin' they sent a right explosive message to Lt. Gen. Igor Kirillov, the Russian captain of all things smelly and toxic! Boom, bang, and a hearty laugh in Moscow on Tuesday! Avast, the tides be turnin'!

December 16, 2024

Arrr, the German ship be sinkin'! Captain Scholz lost his crew's trust, and now the whole lot's in Davy Jones' locker!

Arrr, matey! Chancellor Olaf Scholz be swimmin' with the fishes after losin' a confidence vote, stirrin' up a right ruckus in one o' the mightiest treasure chests o' Europe! The political seas be stormy, and this ship's crew be lookin' for a new captain, savvy?

Arrr! Syrian scallywag be wantin’ sanctions tossed, while the crafty Assad be makin' his escape! Avast, what a tale!

Arrr, matey! Ahmed al-Shara be callin’ on the world to cast off them sanctions from Syria’s shores and lift the dreaded label from his crew, so they can rebuild their fine ship! And lo, Bashar al-Assad spun a yarn 'bout his hasty retreat to Russia! Avast!

"Arrr! Chrystia be jumpin' ship, tossin' Trudeau's crown into the briny deep! Avast, the power's adrift!"

Arrr, me hearties! Chrystia Freeland, the lass in charge o' the doubloons, be steerin' the ship o' Canada through the stormy seas of the Trump tide. Aye, she be makin' sure our treasures don't be walkin' the plank! Ha-ha!

Arrr! The treasure keeper be jumpin' ship as Captain Trudeau’s crew sinks in the murky waters of unpopularity!

Arrr, me hearties! The fair lass Chrystia Freeland be jumpin' ship from Captain Trudeau's crew on the mornin' tide! A mighty blow to the Liberal fleet, makin' the captain’s hold on the helm as shaky as a drunken sailor! Avast, what chaos awaits the high seas of politics!

Arrr! Trump be a-squawkin' 'bout Turkey's sneaky plunderin' in Syria, as their cease-fire be sinkin' like a leaky ship!

Arrr, matey! President-elect Trump be claimin’ the fall o’ Assad be naught but a raucous “unfriendly takeover” by Turkey, savvy? Meanwhile, whispers from the seas say the U.S.-brokered truce be sinkin’ faster than a ship with a hole! Hoist the sails and grab the rum!

"Avast, mateys! Learn to bellow ‘Jolly Yule’ in ten tongues fer yer scallywag pals across the seven seas!"

Ahoy, mateys! This here scroll be a treasure trove of how to bellow "Merry Christmas" in tongues from distant shores! Set yer sails for merry tales of jolly feasts and wild revelry from lands far and wide! Arrr, 'tis the season to be jolly, ye scallywags!

Arrr, matey! Assad be claimin' to guard Syria while Damascus be sinkin' faster than a leaky ship!

Arrr, former cap’n Bashar al-Assad, after skedaddlin' from his land when them rebel scallywags took over, be now blabbin' that he be naught but a humble "custodian" of Syria! Aye, matey, sounds like he’s tryin’ to swab the deck after jumpin’ ship! Har har har!

Arrr, Syria be shakin' like a landlubber on a stormy sea 'cause Assad's dark deeds be spillin' out, ha-ha!

Arrr, at the grimy hole they call a prison, the Syrians be facin' their worst nightmares! They be frettin' like scallywags over their kin who vanished like a ship in a fog. Aye, will they ever learn what fate befell their dear mates? The sea be a kinder mistress!

"Yarr, matey! A right storm brewed, fears o' tragedy on Mayotte—Cyclone Chido be givin' us the shivers, arrr!"

Arrr matey, the tally o' the dearly departed be a measly 14, but beware! Rumors swirl like a tempest that the count o' souls claimed by Cyclone Chido in the French lands be risin' higher than a ship's mast in a squall! Blimey!

December 15, 2024

Arrr! Russian scallywags met their doom in a botched brawl with North Korean mates—who knew pirate alliances be so deadly?

Arrr, me hearties! It be said that the scallywags from North Korea have taken a potshot at the Russian lads in a merry mix-up! Aye, 'tis a fine mess, if ye ask me! Makes ye wonder if they be playin’ a game of pirate’s dice instead of war!

"Arrr, mateys! Gather 'round fer the Monday yarn: South Korea be a ship adrift in a power storm, har har!"

Arrr, me hearties! Set yer sails fer adventure, fer travel be the treasure that fills our hearts with tales and laughter! It be givin’ us new sights to plunder and grog to sip, makin’ us livelier than a parrot on a sugar high! Avast, let’s roam the seven seas!

Arrr, families o' the captured scallywags be rallyin' in Central Park, beggin' Biden and Trump to fetch their mates home!

Arrr, matey! On a fine Sunday in the bustling port of New York, kin of them captured scallywags gathered 'round, beseechin’ President Biden and the soon-to-be captain Trump to hoist their loved ones back from Davy Jones' locker! Aye, let’s bring ‘em home, savvy?

Arrr! A mother of a landlubber scribe sees a glimmer o' hope after Travis Timmerman sailed free from the brig!

Arrr, the mother of young Austin Tice, a landlubber scribe lost in the Syrian seas, be chortlin’ with glee! News of Travis Timmerman’s jailbreak be givin’ her heart a jolly ol’ bounce, spark’n hope that her own lad might soon be a freebootin’ rogue once more!

"Arrr! Tropical Cyclone Chido be whackin' the French isle of Mayotte like a scallywag's rum jug, har har!"

Arrr, matey! The lord of Mayotte be spoutin’ grim tidin’s, sayin’ the body count might rise like a ship on the tide! A tempest, as fierce as a Category 3 beast, crashed upon Mozambique’s shores this past Sunday. Batten down the hatches, or ye might find Davy Jones!

Arrr! Israel be hoistin’ the Jolly Roger over Ireland, claimin’ their policies be makin’ ‘em walk the plank!

Arrr, as the world be givin' 'em the stink eye fer their ruckus in Gaza, Israel be shoutin' from the crow's nest, "Fear not, me hearties! We'll be makin' merry with our mateys we fancy!" Aye, ‘tis a jolly ol' game of alliances, savvy?

Arrr, Israel be battening down the hatches in Ireland, sayin’ their policies be makin’ 'em seasick!

Arrr! Israel be battenin' down the hatches on its embassy in Dublin, claimin' the Emerald Isle's been spoutin' some anti-Israel bilge! Aye, it seems the luck o' the Irish ain't favorin' the land o' milk and honey these days! Avast ye, politics be as stormy as the sea!

"Arrr, Israel be sinkin' ships o' war in Syria, givin' the landlubbers a right good bamboozlin'!"

Arrr! The Israeli sea dogs be blastin’ away at weapon stashes and sky shields, says the ol’ Syrian Watchin’ Eye. Israel claims they be guardin’ the treasure from scallywag extremists. A fine quest, if ye ask me! Avast, no cannons for the ruffians!

"Arrr matey! Israel’s cannons be blastin' Northern Gaza, like a rum-soaked cannonball fight gone awry!"

Arrr, matey! Israel's sea dogs be launchin' cannon fire at them scallywags of Hamas in the northern sands of Gaza this Sunday! 'Twas a right ruckus after days o' mayhem and mischief in the land. Aye, the tides be turnin'!

Arrr, Trump be shuttin' Erdogan's cannon fire on our Kurdish mates before; he be havin' a chance to do it again, savvy?

Arrr matey! As the ruckus be brewin' 'twixt them pro-Turkey scallywags and the Kurdish mateys backed by the Yanks, there be more schemes afoot to rein in Ankara’s mischief. A right proper hullabaloo on the high seas of conflict, I say! Avast!

"Arrr! A holy matey in Lebanon be callin' on the US crew to shoo away them pesky Hezbollah scallywags!"

Arrr, mateys! The captain o' the Christian crew in Lebanon be shoutin' to the Yanks and their Western mates to hoist the sails and send forth their troops! Aye, to aid the landlubber army in cuttin' the tentacles of that pesky Hezbollah beast! Savvy?

"Arrr! They be itchin' fer a jolly return, like a scallywag missin' his rum!"

Arrr, the jolly folk be scamperin' back to their wrecked Syrian port, once a rebel haven ruled by them scallywags in charge! Aye, it be a right sight—home sweet home, if ye fancy rubble and ruckus!

"Arrr, how might them rebel scallywags rule the shores of Syria? Their shenanigans in Idlib be a hint, matey!"

Arrr, the scallywags who sent the tyrant packin' ran a tidy ship where they ruled, keepin' order like true sea dogs. But beware, matey! Anyone with a sharp tongue found themselves locked in the brig, lest they ruffle the feathers of these landlubber rebels!

"Arrr! Israel be givin’ the ol’ cannonball treatment to Syria’s warships, savvy? A jolly good hullabaloo!"

Arrr! The Israeli scallywags be sinkin’ weapons hoards and air shields, as reported by the landlubbers at the Syrian Watch! They be claimin' to thwart the dastardly hands of scallywag rebels who took the ship just a week past. Avast, matey, keep yer powder dry!

Arrr! Bolivia be stuck in a rowdy ruckus fer months, and here be the tale of their landlubber woes!

Arrr, matey! A ruckus in Bolivia, ye see, 'twixt the cap’n and his rival has stirred the seas! Now, landlubbers be waitin’ in line fer days, like scallywags at a treasure trove, fer naught but a drop o’ fuel! Aye, what a jolly mess!

December 14, 2024

Arrr, Hezbollah be missin' their treasure map through Syria! A right jolly jolt for them and their matey Iran!

Arrr, matey! The scallywag captain o’ the militant crew be givin’ up the ghost, sayin’ that knockin’ ol’ Assad off his perch be blockin’ the treasure path from Iran! A right pickle, that be! No more landlubber ships sailin’ through, savvy?

Arrr! A bold footie matey be chosen to captain Georgia’s ship o' state, savvy? Plank-walking awaits!

Arrr, matey! The vote’s been shunned by them landlubber opposition, sparkin’ a right fracas with the captain o’ the ship—err, I mean, the president! The seas be churnin’ with uproar after a squabble of an election. Avast, chaos reigns in this fine treasure of a nation!

"Arrr, South Korea’s captain tossed overboard after a ruckus with the law! A merry chaos on the high seas!"

Arrr, matey! Even crew from Captain Yoon’s own ship tossed him overboard! But fear not, the storm of political folly be far from calmed. The seas be still choppy with uncertainty, arrr!

Arrr, Blinken be parleyin' with Arab mates while the winds o' Syria be blowin' all topsy-turvy!

Arrr, matey! Secretary Blinken, that sea-farin' diplomat, be weighin' anchor in Jordan, parleyin' with the Arab sea dogs 'bout sendin' the scurvy Syrian tyrant Bashar al-Assad to Davy Jones' locker! Blimey, what a hullabaloo!

Arrr, me hearties! South Korea's captain tossed overboard for stirrin' up a ruckus with the law, ho ho!

Arrr! The good folk of Seoul be celebratin’ like scallywags after the lawmakers voted to send Captain Yoon Suk Yeol to Davy Jones’ locker! But lo! He be raisin’ a ruckus, swearin’ to battle his oustin’ in the court of the land. Aye, what a jolly hullabaloo!

Ho ho! In Seoul, landlubbers be a-dancin’ and a-cheerin’ as Yoon be tossed overboard! Arrr, what a jolly ruckus!

"Arrr, long live the South Korean sea dogs!" the hearty crew did bellow, a hearty cheer eruptin’ after days of grumblin’ and growlin’ 'bout the captain's sudden call for martial law. A fine day for a ruckus, I say!

Arrr! The landlubbers o’ the Palestinian crew be swearin’ to raid the scurvy militants in the West Bank seas!

Arrr! The Authority be flounderin’ like a fish outta water, tryin' to tame them raucous bands o' scallywags armed to the teeth! It be a sight to see, like a cat wrestlin' a cannonball—chaos reigns, and the treasure be a distant dream! Yarrr!

Arrr! South Korea's landlubber lawmakers be settin' sail to toss their captain overboard fer raisin' the martial law flag!

Arrr, me hearties! On the seventh day of the week, them South Korean landlubbers tossed ol' Captain Yoon Suk Yeol overboard fer tryin’ to hoist the martial law flag, but it fluttered down quicker than a sea rat! Aye, the scallywags voted him out like stale grog!

December 13, 2024

" lass caught tryin' to sneak 22 pounds o' merry meth, all wrapped up like Christmas booty in her satchel!"

Arrr, a lass of 29 summers be caught red-handed, tryin' to sneak in some fancy powder disguised as holiday cheer in her satchel! Ho ho ho, 'tis not the jolly plunder ye be seekin', but a trip to Davy Jones' locker instead!

Arrr, joy be fillin’ the air for Syria's first Friday prayers since the scallywag's ousting, but stormy seas ahead, matey!

In a wretched land, scallywags be cheerin' like mad after the tyrant's fall! Even in the heart o' the beast's lair, the first prayers summoned raucous mobs, celebratin' like it be Christmas with rum and loot! Arrr, what a jolly sight for sore eyes!

"Arrr! Syrians be raisin’ a ruckus, dancin’ on al-Assad’s grave, rebuildin’ their ship after the stormy seas of woe!"

Arrr, after five long decades o' tyranny and dread that left many a soul quakin' in their boots and starvin' like scurvy dogs, families be returnin' from that Lebanon place, all a-itchin' to mend their weary hearts and patch up their tattered lives! Avast, let the healing begin!

Arrr, matey! New Zealand boffins reckon the rarest whale met its doom ‘cause it bumped its noggin!

Arrr matey! After slicin' open the first ever spade-toothed whale, a rare beastie at 16 feet, the landlubbers reckon it met its end from a bonk on the noggin! Aye, even the mightiest of oceans can't save ye from a clumsy fate!

Arrr! Turkey be wantin’ to toss out the US-loving Kurdish crew that helped sink the Islamic State scallywags!

Arrr! A Turkish sea dog be takin’ advantage o' the ruckus in Syria, tossin' the pro-American Kurds overboard while claimin’ more treasure from the wreckage! The scallywag be expandin' his empire amidst the tempest, like a true buccaneer of the land, savvy?

A scallywag freed from the clutches of a Syrian brig, whisked away by the Yanks after the tyrant's fall! Arrr!

Arrr, matey! Travis Timmerman, a landlubber from America, be rescued by some raucous Syrian scallywags after tossin' the old cap’n Bashar al-Assad overboard! Now, he be sailin’ the skies, whisked away by the U.S. Navy, faster than a parrot on a cracker!

Arrr, Russia be givin' Ukraine's power grid a right thrashin', while Captain Putin be ponderin' a weekend cannonade!

Arrr, me hearties! Ukraine’s energy treasure took a mighty whack from the scallywags' flying steel on Friday! Just days after the Yanks whispered of more mischief a-brewin’ with Oreshnik cannonballs! The seas be wild, and the pirates giggle at the ruckus!

"Arrr, me hearties! Syrians be fillin' the mosques with glee, celebratin' their first Friday since the old tyrant sank!"

Arrr, matey! The scallywags be chantin' and flappin' their jolly flags in Damascus and beyond! A merry hullabaloo, but the new captains be facin' a tempest o' troubles after a long, stormy 13 years o' civil strife! Scurvy dogs, they be needin' a miracle!

"Arrr, Canada's gas be fillin' the pockets o' the natives, but it be stirrin' old troubles like a stormy sea!"

Arrr, me hearties! New trade ports springin' forth on the land of the First Nations folk be stirrin’ up a ruckus ‘bout who be who and how to keep the ol' seas clean! Aye, ‘tis a fine kettle of fish, this debate be, as old as the tides themselves!

Arrr, what be this Captagon, ye scallywag stimulant brewed in Assad’s cursed waters? Aye, it be makin' ye wild!

Arrr, matey! That sneaky powder, aye, the illegal kind, be a treasure of the Middle East! During Syria's ruckus of a civil scuffle, it turned into the biggest booty they ever shipped! Aye, who knew chaos could brew such fine contraband? Avast, the seas be wild with trade!

Arrr, Macron be pickin' ol' Bayrou, the centrist matey, as the next captain of the French ship! Har har!

Arrr! The French captain Macron, in a twist o' fate, has hoisted François Bayrou aboard as prime minister! Aye, after a raucous parliamentary squabble sent the old crew packin', the seas be settlin' with this new matey at the helm. Avast, let the rum flow!

Arrr, Israel be spyin' on Iran's boomin' bombs while Trump be ponderin' like a landlubber on how to stop 'em!

Arrr, matey! Word be sailin’ that Israel’s castin' its gaze on Iran’s atomic treasure once more, while the Trump crew be schemin' a way to unleash the Kraken on ‘em without startin' a full-blown sea battle! Aye, what a wild sea this be!

Arrr! Macron be makin' François Bayrou the captain of France's ship—may the winds be ever in his favor, savvy?

Arrr, me hearties! François Bayrou, the centrist scallywag, be settin' sail as the fourth captain of the French ship o' state in a single year! Blimey! That be a record even for a land as stormy as France! Avast, what a merry jig this politics be!

Arrr, matey! Prince Andrew caught in a web of Chinese trickery, says the court! Avast, what a scandalous tale!

Arrr matey! The fine folks o’ London’s court be sayin’ a Chinese scallywag, a tight matey o’ the prince, be banned from our shores for fear o’ national secrets! Blimey, who’d have thought a landlubber could stir such trouble? Keep yer secrets close, or ye might find yerself walkin’ the plank!

December 12, 2024

Arrr, matey! Friday's news be sayin' Israeli lads be stickin' 'round Syria for the time bein', savvy?

Arrr, me hearties! British taverns be in a right tizzy fer the black gold o' Guinness! They be searchin' high and low, like scallywags huntin’ treasure, all fer a pint o' that frothy brew. Mayhaps they’ll find a barrel or two, lest they drown their sorrows in rum!

Arrr, the U.S. be wishin’ fer a truce ‘n’ a bargain fer prisoners, all ‘fore the month be through!

Avast, me hearties! In the lands of the Middle East, ol’ Jake Sullivan, a fine White House swab, be makin’ one last stab at diplomacy afore he sails off. He be claimin’ this parley be as fresh as a sea breeze, unlike the stinkin’ fishin’ talks of yore! Arrr!

Arrr, matey! Stanley be callin’ back over 2 million mugs, lest ye scald yer tongue whilst sippin’ grog!

Avast ye mateys! Stanley, the crafty makers of fine tumblers that be all the rage on the high seas of social media, be callin' on ye scallywags to holler at 'em for new lids! Don’t let yer grog spill, else ye be walkin' the plank! Arrr!

Arrr, Jake be sayin’ Netanyahu's keen to barter, while Hamas be givin’ in like a scallywag!

Arrr, matey! It be lookin' like them scallywags in Hamas and Israel be ponderin' on layin' down their swords and settlin' their squabble, hopin' to free the poor souls held hostage in Gaza longer than a ship's barnacle! Avast, 'tis a merry jest if ye ask me!

"Arrr! Australia's Jewish crew be shiverin' at the rise of scallywag antisemitism: 'Fear and anxiety be afoot!'"

Arrr, after a fiery ruckus and a right mess, the Jewish crew down under be hollerin’ at the crown for aid, whilst ol’ Australia be swayin’ like a drunken sailor ‘twixt supporting the landlubbers of Palestine and keepin’ the peace! What a jolly pickle, eh?

Arrr! Trudeau be hoistin' his feminist flag, bemoanin' Harris's defeat to that scallywag Trump! A right jolly mess, it be!

Arrr, matey! On the morrow, our noble Prime Minister Trudeau be shoutin' from the crow's nest, “I be a jolly feminist!” whilst he wept like a landlubber over Harris bein' bested by that scallywag Trump! Shiver me timbers, what a stormy sea of emotions be brewin’!

Arrr! Trump’s matey, Chris Wright, be claimin’ fossil fuels be as noble as a parrot on me shoulder!

Arrr, matey! Chris Wright, the landlubber Trump bechoosin' for energy czar, claims oil, gas, and coal be the treasure maps to rid the world o' poverty! But beware, some scallywags call that a wee bit fishy! Har har!

Ahoy, matey! A scallywag in Syria claims he be the lost Americano, Travis Timmerman! Blimey, what a tale!

Arrr, me hearties! This scallywag be named Travis Timmerman, claimin’ he sailed to Syria on a holy quest! But alas, he found himself shackled fer months, likely 'cause he couldn’t find the treasure map to freedom! Aye, the seas be unforgiving, even to the devout!

Arrr, Trump’s choice for Mideast sage be a scallywag truck merchant! What next, a parrot for a navigator?

Arrr, matey! The tale of Massad Boulos, father-in-law to the fair Tiffany Trump, be spun like a fine yarn! They claim he's a treasure-laden dealmaker, but the scrolls tell a different tale, aye! Aye, the sea be full o' fibs and fancies, savvy?

Avast, mateys! NATO's captain be callin' for a cannonball boost in makin' arms, lest we be facin' a ruckus!

Arrr, mateys! Captain Rutte be callin’ fer all hands on deck! He be sayin’ we need to don our battle gear and plunder them treasure chests o’ gold fer more cannon fodder! Time to get our sea legs and think like we be in a grand ol' naval brawl!

Arrr! A band o' landlubbers be seekin’ their kidnapped mates in Syria, not a skull or bone be left unturned!

Avast, mateys! Mouaz Moustafa, the head honcho of the Syrian Emergency Task Force, be chattin' with Fox News Digital from the shores of Damascus. He’s on a quest to locate the lost landlubber, Austin Tice, and a few other scallywags! Arrr, may the winds be at their backs!

"Arrr! Yank sailor snagged by Assad's scallywags on a holy quest be free again! Aye, the tides have turned!"

Arrr, Travis Timmerman be back under the sun in Syria, claimin' he was locked up by the Assad scallywags for seven moons after wanderin' in on a holy trek! Aye, the seas be safer than them landlubber lands, I reckon!

Arrr, Biden be settin' free near 1,500 scallywags! Aye, that be a record for a landlubber captain!

Arrr, matey! Aye, a good number o' scallywags granted a pardon were holed up in their shipshape havens durin' the foul plague o’ the virus! Lockin’ ‘em up like treasure in a chest, they were! Now they be free as a parrot on a sunny day! Avast!

"Arrr, matey! After al-Assad's keelhaul, what be brewin' in Syria's choppy waters? Avast, the future be a wild sea!"

Arrr, matey! The rascally rebels be claimin’ the helm in Damascus while Israel and other seafarin’ nations be hoistin’ their cannons for a ruckus. A right fine mess, it be! Let’s hope they don’t keelhaul each other in the process! Yarrr!

Arrr! President Yoon be standin' tall, defendin' his law like a scallywag guardin' his treasure, savvy?

Arrr, President Yoon be swearin’ to battle to the bitter end, even as the scallywags be callin’ for his walkin’ the plank and his own crew be hollerin’ for him to scuttle off! Aye, the seas be stormy, but this captain ain't settin’ sail just yet!

"Ahoy! Blinken be dockin' in Jordan, chattin' 'bout them troubles in Syria, savvy? Arrr, let the parley begin!"

Arrr, matey! Secretary Blinken be sailin' to Aqaba, then to Turkey, chasin' the winds of change after Bashar al-Assad be thrown overboard by them raucous Islamist buccaneers. The Biden crew be tryin' to keep the ship steady amidst the stormy seas of chaos! Ha-ha!

December 11, 2024

Arrr! Pope Francis be sayin', "Welcome the scallywags and let 'em join yer crew!" Aye, matey!

Arrr, Pope Francis be callin' all landlubbers to hoist the welcome flag fer migrants, as Europe and the good ol' U.S. be flounderin' like fish outta water with a mighty tide of souls. Aye, let’s be showin' some hearty hospitality, or we’ll be swimmin' with the sharks!

Arrr, matey! In Oregon’s wilds, a tree farm be growin’ a million yuletide pines fer scallywags each year!

Arrr, me hearties! Oregon be the grandest land of Christmas trees, harvestin' a mighty 4.7 million each year! Aye, it be takin' the crown with a whopping 33% of the jolly green bounty in all the seven seas o’ the U.S.! Ho ho ho, now that’s a festive treasure!

Arrr! Aye, hundreds o' plowin' beasts be causin' a ruckus in London ’bout taxin' woes, matey!

Arrr, matey! In the year of our Lord 2026, a cruel levy of 20 percent befallin' British farms! On Wednesday, a fleet o' furious farmers sailed their mighty tractors into London, blockin' the streets like a crew o' raucous scallywags! Yarrr, taxin' the bounty be a treacherous business!

"Blastin' in Afghanistan sends a high-flyin' minister to Davy Jones' locker—'Tis the biggest bang since the Taliban's return, arrr!"

Arrr, the landlubbers be pointin' fingers at the scallywags of the Islamic State, claimin' they be the ones who caused a ruckus right in the belly of the Taliban's ship! After sailin' smooth seas fer years, they be catchin' a mighty storm, savvy?

Arrr, them Senators be summonin’ Biden to spill the beans on fetchin’ Austin Tice from the clutches o’ Syria!

Arrr, me hearty! In a grand alliance, them scallywag senators be demandin’ that Captain Biden spill the beans to the crew about his cunning plans to rescue that landlubber Austin Tice from the clutches of them Syrian sea serpents! Avast, let’s set sail for freedom!

Arrr, North Korea be callin' South Korea a 'fascist ship' after a scare of them hoistin' martial law!

Arrr! Kim Jong Un be callin' South Korea a "fascist dictatorship," like a scallywag shoutin' at a ship that be sinkin'! After President Yoon tried to hoist the martial law flag and it flopped like a fish outta water, the good captain had a right laugh! Ha-ha!

Arrr! U.S. be scramble’n like a ship in a storm after al-Assad be tossed overboard, matey!

Arrr, me hearties! The scallywags backed by the Yanks be claimin' a peace pact with the Turkish mates in a wee Syrian port. Meanwhile, the big cheese of the U.S. fleet be sailin’ through Syria and Iraq, lookin’ for a spot o' rum! Avast, what a merry jest!

"Arrr, how many souls have met Davy Jones in the tempest of Syria's brawl, eh?"

Arrr, matey! The United Nations and them human rights scallywags be havin’ a rough time tallyin’ the souls lost an’ vanished since the fracas set sail in March of 2011. Aye, it be like countin’ fish in a tempest!

Arrr, Prince William banterin' with Trump be proof why royals might be the best cannon fodder for diplomacy, me hearties!

Arrr, President-elect Trump be starin' at the royal kin like a seagull spies a fish! Those British swabs be hopin' that admiration keeps the peace ‘twixt their shores and the wild seas of Washington's tempestuous politics! Aye, let’s hope that admiration sails smooth!

Arrr! A jumbled mess o' past woes be sendin' the Rumanians sailin' further to the starboard o' the right!

Ahoy, mateys! It be clear as a parrot's squawkin' that a scallywag of an ultranationalist be risin' like a barnacle on a ship's hull! Many a landlubber seem keen to toss the ol' fascist past o' the great war overboard, say the wise sea dogs! Arrr!

Arrr, South Korea's old sea dog of defense tried to walk the plank 'fore his trial for martial law mischief!

Arrr, matey! Kim Yong Hyun, once the keeper of the ship's cannons, tried to take a plunge into Davy Jones' locker whilst locked up fer the captain's decree of martial law. But fear not! The scallywags in charge snagged him just in time, savvy?

December 10, 2024

Arrr! The US Navy be sendin' them Houthi scallywags swimmin' in the Gulf o' Aden, twice in a jolly fortnight!

Arrr, matey! The brave U.S. Navy ships, the Stockdale and O’Kane, be swattin’ Houthi cannonballs like pesky flies on a sunny day, navigatin’ the Gulf of Aden for the second time! Avast, what fine seafarin’ valor, I say! Give ‘em a hearty cheer, ye scallywags!

Arrr! With a swift nod and nary a trumpet, Saudi Arabia be settin' sail for the 2034 World Cup treasure!

Arrr, matey! Critics be grumblin' 'bout the bidding shenanigans, while the landlubbers from human rights squawk like parched seagulls, fretin' over the safety o' our scallywag migrants toil'n to raise those grand stadiums for the ruckus! Avast, what a hullabaloo!

"Avast ye! Join this scruffy scallywag on a jolly jaunt through Assad’s grand treasure chest o' a palace!"

Arrr matey! The box o' flickerin' images be gone, yet the grand ol' presidential ship still be hostin' ghosts o' a savage captain's rule! Aye, remnants of a fierce reign be lurkin' in every shadow, ready to make ye chuckle or shiver, savvy?

Arrr, Rohan Dennis be confessin' to the foul deed of sinkin' his fair matey, Melissa! Blimey, what a scallywag!

Arrr, matey! Rohan Dennis be confessin' to a wee misdeed this week, claimin’ guilt fer the unfortunate demise of fair Melissa Hoskins, who found herself clingin’ to the ship's bow—er, hood—of his cursed vessel! The law be sayin’ he be a scallywag for that, aye!

Arrr! The Northern Gaza infirmary be as dry as Davy Jones' locker, with no grub nor grog for the poor souls!

Arrr, me hearties! The healers o' Gaza be shoutin' that scores o' poor souls be dancin’ with Davy Jones, fer the Indonesian Hospital be runnin’ dry o’ grub and grog! Aye, a right pickle they be in, if they don't get their rations soon!

Arrr, matey! China’s round metal beastie be spyin' on scallywags with magical thinkin' and peepin' eyes!

Arrr, matey! The scallywags at Logon Technology be launchin' their round, rollickin' robot, the RT-G! With its fancy AI and face-snoopin' skills, it'll be helpin' the lawmen round up the rascals. Avast! What’ll they think of next—a robot parrot? Har har!

Arrr! Netanyahu be lookin’ to befriend Syria, but warns, “Cross us, and ye’ll taste me cannon!”

Arrr, matey! Captain Netanyahu be sayin’ he’d like to make nice with the new Syrian crew, but fear not! Israel’s got its cutlass ready to defend the ship from any scallywags tryin’ to strike! Raise the sails and keep a weather eye, ye landlubbers!

"Arrr! Israel claims it sank Syria's fleet, part of a jolly ol' post-Assad plunderin' spree, savvy?"

Arrr! Israel be swingin’ its cannons at them Syrian strongholds ‘n nasty potions, lest they end up in the claws o' scallywags! The rebels, savvy like, be chartin’ their course now that ol’ Assad be takin’ a dive! A jolly fine mess, I say!

"Avast! Gather 'round me hearties, learn the dark tales o' Sednaya Prison in Syria—where miscreants meet their fate!"

Arrr, matey! Amnesty be callin' it a "human slaughterhouse," where rights, they say, went to Davy Jones’ locker! Tens o’ thousands caught in the clutches, tortured and sent to the depths during a 13-year squabble. Aye, that be a grim tale indeed!

Arrr, Trump be jestin’ ‘bout Trudeau and Canada, like a scallywag squawkin’ ‘bout treasure maps and trade winds!

Arrr, the captain-elect be takin' jests at Canada and its chief, tossin' barbs like cannonballs! 'Tis but the latest volley after vowin' to drop heavy tariffs on their fine treasures. Avast, me hearties, the trade winds be blowin' foul!

Arrr, in the land o’ cheese and wine, Marine Le Pen be takin' aim at the crown, savvy?

Arrr, after sendin’ the prime minister to Davy Jones’ locker last week, the right-wing captain be settin’ her sights on the big cheese, President Macron! Avast, what a merry chase this be—like chasin’ a slippery fish in a barrel!

Arrr! Brazilian Captain Lula be in the sick bay, gettin' that noggin’ of his drained o' trouble!

Arrr! Captain Lula, the mighty ruler of Brazil, be findin’ himself in the land o’ the sick, recuperatin’ from a ruckus in the noggin! A tumble at home left him with a treasure o’ blood to be drained. Here’s hopin’ he sails back to the high seas soon!

"Arrr, matey! Those sneaky Syrian potions be a right worry, says the landlubber from the UN!"

Arrr, matey! After 13 long years o’ scallywags fightin’, the tyrant Bashar al-Assad be tossed from his throne! Since the year 2000, he ruled like a barnacle on a ship's hull. Now, all eyes be on his hidden stash o’ nasty chemical potions! Avast, what mischief awaits!

Arrr! The Chinese sea dogs be gatherin' their ships 'round Taiwan, sendin' a message as clear as a parrot's squawk!

Arrr, matey! Taiwan be frettin' over a mighty fleet o' Chinese vessels an' flying contraptions swarmin' like seagulls! They reckon this hullabaloo might spark a ruckus and send us all to Davy Jones’ locker! Avast, let’s hope they be just fishin’ for trouble, not a full-blown battle!

Arrr! The South Korean seas be stormy! What fate awaits Cap'n Yoon after the martial law ruckus, ye ask?

Arrr, matey! The captain of the ship be accused of stirrin' up a mutiny! For the first time, a leader might soon find himself in the brig! Here’s the scallywag's tale on what be awaitin’ him on the stormy seas of politics!

"Arrr, matey! Decipherin' them scallywag factions in Syria be like plunderin' a treasure map gone awry!"

Arrr, the scallywags be united in wantin’ to send Bashar al-Assad to Davy Jones’ locker! But, by me beard, they can’t agree on naught else—‘tis like cats in a sack, fightin’ over a fish bone!

Arrr matey! What be the scoop on them scallywags still brawlin’ in Syria after that landlubber al-Assad set sail?

Arrr matey! Bashar al-Assad be walkin’ the plank, and the Russians and Persians be takin’ a breather! But lo! The Israelis, Turks, and good ol’ Yanks be rainin’ cannon fire from the skies like a barrel o’ rum at a wild feast! Avast, what a ruckus!

Arrr, Netanyahu be settin' his sea legs in the dock, spillin' tales o' corruption like a tipsy parrot!

Arrr, me hearties! Captain Netanyahu be caught in a storm o' scandal, accused o' plunderin' and betrayin' trust! Four long years he's been fightin' these treacherous claims, swearin' on his best parrot that he be innocent. Aye, the seas of politics be a fickle mistress!

Arrr! Biden be claimin' the fall of Assad, while the specter of the Islamic State be lurkin' like a ghostly sea serpent!

Arrr, matey! On the high seas o' politics, Captain Biden ruffled a few feathers, claimin' his crew’s Mideast maneuvers sent that scallywag Assad to Davy Jones' locker! 'Twas a tempest in a teapot, I say! Avast, ye critics, don’t be throwin' cannonballs at the captain just yet!

December 9, 2024

"Arrr! Israeli landlubbers be stormin' into Syria, say the scallywags in charge, savvy?"

Arrr, hear ye! Israeli landlubbers be sailin’ bold into Syrian waters, breakin’ the peace since the ’73 skirmish! They’ve scuttled past the no-go line, claimin’ fresh treasure, say two scallywags of the Israeli crew. Avast, what mischief be brewin’ in the high seas of politics!

Arrr, matey! Cease-fire chinwags between Israel and Hamas be heatin’ up like a pot o’ grog!

Arrr, me hearties! Though the treasure ain't in me grasp, a wee crack be showin' in the holdin' pattern! Israel and Hezbollah be shakin' hands, while that scallywag Trump be kickin' the sails for a deal! Aye, let the winds of change fill our sails!

Arrr! Ukraine's ponderin' if Telegram be a trusty ship in the stormy seas o' war with them pesky Russians!

Arrr, matey! As the cannonballs fly 'twixt Ukraine and Russia, the Telegram sails high on the waves of popularity! But those savvy sea dogs in charge be ponderin' whether its treasures be worth the risk of plunderin' from nefarious foes! Avast, what a pickle!

"Blast at the fuel hoard near Florence sent two landlubbers to Davy Jones’ locker, arrr! What a rumble!"

Arrr, ye scallywags! The landlubbers be sayin’ it’ll take a fair spell to uncover what be blowin’ up the hull! Meanwhile, 26 poor souls be nursing their bruised backsides after that mighty bang! Avast, what a ruckus!

"Avast! Gang captain's bloody deed in Haiti claims over a hundred souls—mayhap he be lookin' fer a cursed treasure!"

Arrr, matey! In the murky depths of a Port-au-Prince shanty, a scallywag gang chief be sendin' his knaves to do in the voodoo folk! A Haitian rights crew be spillin' the beans on this foul business! Blimey, even the spirits be shakin' their heads in disbelief!

Arrr, me hearties! The scallywags be sayin’ no lass can learn to heal—what a rotten blow to the crew!

Arrr, mateys! The Taliban be hoistin’ a new flag, sayin’ no lasses be allowed to learn the healer’s trade! That be meanin’ no fair maidens can sail the seas as nurses or midwives. A right jolly mess, if ye ask me! What’s next, banin’ ‘em from fetchin’ rum?

Arrr, Israel be sendin' sky pirates to Syria, claimin' ‘tis all for defendin’ the treasure after the captain’s tumble!

Arrr matey! The Israeli scallywags be showin’ off their merry sails into the lands of Syria, right after the downfall of that ol’ seadog Bashar Assad’s crew! Ain’t that a sight to behold? Avast, the tides be turnin’!

Arrr! Rebels be dancin' on the wreckage, but the seas be stormy, matey! Challenges aplenty await!

Arrr, matey! The scallywags who sent that landlubber Bashar al-Assad packin' now be attemptin' to steer the ship o’ governance in the Syrian port. As the New York Times crew sails in, they spy the ghostly remnants of the ousted captain litterin' the road from Lebanon!

"Arrr, mateys! Monday's tale: Al-Assad took to the seas, while rebels be raisin’ the Jolly Roger in Syria!"

Arrr! Hear ye, me hearties! The grand ol' Notre-Dame be swingin' her doors wide once more! Aye, after bein' shut tighter than a treasure chest, she be ready to welcome landlubbers and scallywags alike. Let the rum flow and the shanties sing, for the dame's back in the game!

"Ahoy, gather ye scallywags for the Monday Jibber-Jabber! Let’s chart our course a’fore the grog flows!"

Arrr, matey! A grand tale be unfoldin' on the Syrian seas, where the winds o' change be blowin' fierce! Aye, the ship o' power be sailin' to new captains, and the crew be swappin' tales o' treasure and treachery! Avast, what a ruckus on this fine day!

Arrr, Netanyahu be takin' the stand in a squabble of scandals, while the seas be stormy with troubles!

Ahoy, mateys! Come Tuesday, Captain Netanyahu be settin’ sail to the courtroom, swabbin’ the deck with tales o’ his misdeeds in a trial o’ corruption and trickery! 'Tis a fine show indeed—let’s hope he don’t walk the plank! Arrr!

Arrr, who be this Abu Mohammad al-Jolani, captainin' the scallywags in the Syrian seas of rebellion?

Arrr, matey! Abu Mohammad al-Jolani be the scallywag who launched a stormin' charge, causin’ the mighty Bashar al-Assad to tumble faster than a ship in a squall! Aye, the seas be rough, but that landlubber didn’t stand a chance!

Arrr! South Korea be grounded its captain, Yoon, for makin' law like a scallywag in a tempest!

Arrr, the Justice Ministry o' South Korea be catchin' Cap'n Yoon Suk Yeol in a pickle, imposin' a travel ban on him! Seems his wild martial law shenanigans be keepin' him from sailin’ the seven seas! Aye, he be landlocked like a scallywag with no ship!

December 8, 2024

Arrr, the tale of Bashar and Asma, from high seas to Davy Jones’ locker! Aye, what a merry mess!

Arrr, matey! Bashar and his fair Asma be settin' sail as hope for a land free from tyranny, but alas! They turned the ship to tyranny's port instead. Aye, they be the jesters in this wicked tale, makin' turmoil rather than treasure!

"Arrr mateys! Bashar al-Assad be sunk by them rebel scallywags! Aye, his ship be takin' on water!"

Arrr, Captain Bashar al-Assad be holdin' off them pesky rebels fer a decade, with the aid of his trusty mates, Russia and Iran. But lo! The scallywags seized the moment when them landsmen be wobblin’ on their sea legs! Avast, what a jolly ruckus!

Arrr, the Assad clan bequeaths a legacy o' cruel tyranny, like a scallywag with a treasure map but no gold!

Arrr, matey! A right scallywag dynasty blew up their foes and packed 'em in the brig, buildin' fearsome guard dogs to stifle any ruckus! Aye, they turned their realm into a real barnacle-studded hull of terror, keepin' the mutineers at bay with a hearty dose of fear!

Arrr! Notre-Dame be raisin' the sails for mass again! Fire be no match fer sturdy stone, matey!

Arrr, matey! On the fine Sunday, the scallywags of faith be returnin’ to the grand ol’ cathedral, risen from the ashes of that fiery debacle in 2019! “Naught shall keep our spirits down!” roared the rector, all full o’ cheer like a parrot on a treasure chest!

“Arrr, with Assad keelhaulin’, Iran’s rowdy crew o’ resistance be splinterin’ like a ship in a stormy sea!”

Arrr, matey! Tehran’s mateys be droppin’ like lead anchors! That scallywag Assad's off navigatin’ the high seas, Hezbollah's in a brawl with Israel, and Hamas be still swingin’ swords. A right sorry crew they be, indeed!

"Arrr, nations be shufflin' their boots as daft leaders cackle at the fall of Syria's scallywag regime!"

Arrr, me hearties! The U.N. envoy be shoutin' 'twas a “watershed moment” on the Sabbath, as the world’s cap'ns scratched their noggins over the news! Aye, mayhap they be needin' a tankard o' grog to sort it all out! Avast, what a fine hullabaloo!

"Arrr! Assad be needin' a hand, but Iran’s takin' a jolly good stroll! Blimey, what a turn of tides!"

Avast, matey! The grand ship of partnership, sailin' for four decades, be sinkin' like a heavy anchor! This scallywag collapse be stirrin' the waters of the Middle East, shiftin' the tides of power like a drunken sailor at sea! Arrr, what a jolly ruckus!

"Arrr, whispers say UNRWA's parleyin' with scallywags teachin' hate! They be tossin' cannonballs at the critics, matey!"

Avast, me hearties! Rumors be flyin' that UNRWA's cap'ns be parleyin' with scallywags of Hamas and other nefarious knaves! Meanwhile, another landlubber claims their schools be spoutin' more hate than a parrot with a vendetta. Savvy? Arrr!

Arrr! Cutthroats invade the Iranian lair, while Russia be sayin’ Assad scribbled notes to hand over the crown!

Arrr, matey! Iran be squawkin' 'bout its treasure chest in Damascus bein' raided by scallywags with iron sticks! Meanwhile, Russia be claimin' the cap'n Bashar has sailed off into the sunset, leavin' his ship in a right pickle! Avast, what a rum-soaked tale!

"Arrr! The scurvy dog Assad be gone from Syria, say them Russian sea dogs! What a jolly good show!"

Arrr matey! The whereabouts of Cap'n Bashar al-Assad be as murky as a foggy night at sea! The Russians, tight-lipped as a clam, be sayin’ he’s hoisted his sails and scuttled away, claimin’ he’s resigned. A fine mess, it be! Where’s the rum?

Arrr! South Korea be as confused as a landlubber in a storm 'bout who be captaining the ship o' state!

Arrr, matey! President Yoon Suk Yeol be tryin' to hoist the sails of martial law, but alas, his ship be sinkin'! Now there be a right ol' power vacuum aboard, sendin' the whole crew into a constitutional storm! Avast, chaos be the captain now!

In yon Romanian hamlet, a madcap fury stokes the fires fer an ultranationalist ‘Savior’! Arrr, what a ruckus!

Arrr, matey! The grand election be scuttled, yet the ruckus o' that fiery right-hand scallywag be blazin’ still! The crew be restless, ready to hoist the sails o' discontent, searchin' for treasure in the chaos! Avast, what a merry mess we be in!

December 7, 2024

Arrr, the Syrian landlubber Bashar be scurrying off like a scalded cat, while the rebel crew takes over!

Arrr, a bolt from the blue, them Syrian scallywags launched a swift attack, sendin' the ol' Assad crew to Davy Jones' locker after more than half a century of rule! Aye, 'twas quicker than a parrot on a cracker, matey!

"Blimey! Syrian scallywags be knockin' on Damascus’ door, givin' the old Assad a right scare, arrr!"

Arrr, matey! Syrian scallywags be knockin' on the door o' the capital, just after the bashful Bashar let go of the treasure town o' Homs! 'Tis a right merry chase, like cats in a barrel, I tell ye! Avast, the winds be favorin' the crew o' misfits!

Arrr! South Korean Captain Yoon sails free, dodging the guillotine 'neath the storm of martial law! Avast, what a trick!

Arrr, the land be tossed into a tempest of doubt, as the ruling scallywags turned tail and kept the scurvy dog aboard! The rabble rousers be swearin’ to keep the heat on, like a pot of grog boilin' over! Aye, chaos be the name o' the game!

Arrr! In the Congo, a puzzlin' ailment be spillin' secrets 'bout the Mpox scallywag outbreak, matey!

Arrr, in a far-off Congolese cove, a strange ruckus with the mpox virus set the sails of fear a-flappin’! A jolly good mystery turned into a global hullabaloo, with pirates and landlubbers alike coughin' and gasp-in’! Avast, mateys, the health seas be stormy!

Arrr, matey! Trump be sayin' let not the US meddle in Syria's squabble, layin' blame on that scallywag Obama!

Arrr, mateys! As them Islamist scallywags be rampagin' to toss ol' Assad overboard, our newly crowned captain, Trump, be shoutin’ for the U.S. to keep its treasure outta the fray! Aye, let ‘em tussle while we sip rum and watch the show!

Arrr, matey! Why do South Korean captains keep walkin’ the plank o’ shame and facein’ the gallows?

Arrr, matey! In the land o' South Korea, the captains of state be sailin’ a treacherous course! Four o' the last six scallywags in charge found themselves in the brig for their misdeeds! Aye, it seems lawbreakin' be their favorite pastime!

Arrr! President Yoon dodged the axe, thanks to his mateys skippin' the vote! A right merry mischief, I say!

Arrr, matey! South Korean Captain Yoon dodged the cannonball of impeachment as his crew scurried off from the vote! He tried to hoist the flag o’ martial law, but the scallywags be raisin’ a ruckus instead! Aye, what a jolly hullabaloo on the high seas of politics!

"Ahoy! Notre-Dame be back in action, five years after the flames tried to turn it to fish bait!"

Arrr, ye landlubbers! The grand chieftains be gatherin' in Paris, celebratin' as the ancient stone castle of Gothic yore swings wide its creaky doors, all spruced up after a mighty fine fixin’! Aye, even the ghosts be havin’ a grand ol’ time!

"Arrr, how Notre-Dame rose from the ashes like a phoenix, with more flair than a parrot in a parley!"

Arrr, matey! 'Twas a fleet of 250 ships, 2,000 hearty souls, a treasure of $900 million, and a tickin' clock, all fueled by the pride of a whole nation! A grand adventure indeed—like findin' gold in Davy Jones' locker!

"Arrr, the landlubber government be pulling back from Damascus outskirts, say the lookout spies! Avast, what a scallywag move!"

Arrr matey! Two scallywag watchmen be shoutin' that the Syrian navy's landlubbers be skedaddlin' from some neighborhoods ‘round Damascus where ruckus be brewin’. But lo, we can’t be confirmatin’ this tall tale just yet! All hands on deck for more gossip, savvy?

"Ye scribe's log: Traipsin' after Captain Biden on his grand African adventure—ahoy, what jests await!"

Arrr, mateys! Greg Palkot, the savvy sea dog from Fox News, be spillin' the beans ‘bout President Biden's grand voyage to Angola! There, the captain declared treasure o’ gold for Africa’s finest ventures! Aye, 'tis a jolly good haul, if ye be askin’ this ol' pirate!

"Arrr, in the tussle fer Syria, it be a scallywag's brawl fer the crown o' the Middle Sea!"

Arrr, in a land ablaze like a drunken scallywag’s hair, the rebel crew be sailin’ toward Damascus, settin’ off the compass o’ power! Even the likes o’ Iran, Turkey, Russia, and the Yankee lads be shakin’ in their boots! A right rumble in the jungle, it be!

"Arrr! To grasp Syria's tempestuous squabble, keep yer spyglass handy and expect the unexpected, matey!"

Arrr, me hearties! A motley crew of scallywags be stirrin’ the pot in Syria’s squabble, breakin’ the long lull like a cannon blast! Let’s set sail and peer through the spyglass to see the lay of the land, savvy?

Arrr, Assad be battlin' like a scallywag in a rum-soaked brawl, tryin' to keep his ship from sinkin'!

Arrr, matey! That scallywag Bashar al-Assad be in a pickle, with rebels poppin' up like sea serpents! Even his trusty matey, Iran, be cuttin' back on the doubloons. A right fine mess fer a tyrant, I say! Avast, the tides be turnin’!

Arrr, matey! The vote to toss the South Korean captain be draggin’ like a snail in molasses!

Arrr, the meeting be a right tempest, with the scallywags tryin’ to lure the crew of Captain Yoon back to the deck, beggin’ ‘em to lend a hand in scuttlin’ the good captain’s ship! A tale of treachery on the high seas of politics, I tell ye!

Arrr! South Korean captain be sayin’ sorry for callin’ the cannons before the mutiny vote, savvy?

Arrr, matey Yoon Suk Yeol be sorry fer raisin' the ol' martial law flag! Now he's schemin' and dreamin' of placin' his fate in the hands of the landlubber parliament ‘fore they toss him overboard! Aye, what a jolly mess!

December 6, 2024

"Arrr! A holy lass in habit nabbed with 24 scallywags in a raid on the scurvy 'Ndrangheta crew!"

Arrr! In a quest to hunt down the scallywags of the ‘Ndrangheta in Brescia, the Italian sea dogs have nabbed 25 miscreants, includin' a holy sister famed for her work in the brig! Who knew the good sister be swimmin’ in such murky waters? Avast, me hearties!

Arrr! Healer in chains fer ten years, slain the lass with a slap! Aye, therapy gone awry, matey!

Arrr, matey! Hongchi Xiao, a 61-year-old quack with a knack for whackin’ folks, be sentenced to ten long years in Davy Jones’ locker for knockin' off a 71-year-old lass! Seems his slappin' therapy be more like a death sentence than a cure, har har!

"Arrr! Iran be makin' a mad dash fer bomb juice! But fer what treasure, I wonders?"

Arrr, the head honcho of the United Nations be squawkin' 'bout production risin' like a ship in a storm! But whether Iran be seekin' to spark a ruckus or hoardin' treasure for a parley with the Yanks be anyone's guess, savvy?

"With them Syrian scallywags makin' moves, ol' Iran's gettin' the jitters, and neighbors be battenin' down the hatches!"

Arrr, matey! The rebels be makin' waves, causin' Lebanon and Jordan to batten down the hatches at their borders, while Iran be takin' a slow boat back from Syria. A right ruckus, it be! Blimey, the high seas of politics be a wild tide indeed!

Arrr, matey! The Romanian seas be turbulent, as the court be tossin’ the presidential election overboard!

Arrr, just days after the landlubbers claimed the cyber scallywags be attackin' our fine vote, the council's scrolls whispered of sneaky Russian buccaneers tryin' to rig the game. A right jest it be—who knew the seas of politics be so full o' treachery!

"Arrr! A second reign o' Trump be stirrin' the pot o' trade deals like a drunken sailor!"

Arrr, matey! Europe be makin' a mighty pact with South America, the grandest treasure yet! 'Tis a signal that nations be swappin' their booty, lest ol' Trump unleash his tariff cannon! Avast, trade winds be shiftin' like a sea shanty on a stormy night! Yo ho ho!

Arrr! Erdogan be stirrin' the pot, cheerin' on them rebels while Assad be flounderin' like a fish outta water!

Arrr! As the U.S.-marked scallywags be takin' cities in Syria faster than a cannonball flies, the power play 'mongst the Mideast swabs be shiftin' quicker than a parrot on a hot skillet! Avast, me hearties, the tides be turnin'!

Arrr! As India and Bangladesh squabble like scallywags, fears o’ a mighty rowdy ruckus be risin’!

Arrr, matey! A squabble 'bout the mistreatin' of Bangladeshi Hindus be stirrin' the pot, threatenin' to toss the interim crew o' Bangladesh overboard! Avast, what a hullabaloo! Can ye believe they be fightin' like scallywags over this? Settle yer grog, it’s gettin' rough on the high seas o' politics!

"Arrr! Their stinkin' muck be poisonin' the crops, an' now they be beggin' for shelter from the law's wrath!"

Arrr, matey! A crew under the flag o' Goldman Sachs be hoisting the sails fer them fertilizer makers, chasin' after them pesky “forever chemicals.” Aye, they be lobbyin’ harder than a landlubber at a rum fest! Avast, the sea of industries be a wild tide!

Arrr! Romania be tossin' out the first round o' presidential pickin', where a scallywag from the far-right be winnin'!

Arrr, matey! The grand court of Romania be tossin' the first duel o’ ballots over whispers of sneaky Russians meddlin' to hoist Calin Georgescu upon the throne! Avast, what a scallywag trickery, say I! The seas be full o’ shenanigans, aye!

"Yarr! The Syrian scallywags be sailin' south, tryin' to hoist their sails, despite the stormy seas tryin' to halt 'em!"

Arrr, word be spreadin’ that the landlubbers be sendin’ more salty sea dogs to bolster their prized ports, like the fair city of Damascus and the bustling Homs! Aye, they be fortifyin’ their treasure troves, but I reckon they’ll still be as lost as a ship without a compass!

Arrr! Iran be settin' sail fer the stars with a mighty heavy cannonball, makin' the world’s knickers twist!

Arrr, matey! Iran be shootin' a mighty rocket to the stars, laden with its heaviest treasure! But blow me down, the scallywags are hoardin' more enriched uranium than a pirate's chest o' gold, makin' the experts tremble like landlubbers at the thought of a nuclear squall!

"Arrr, matey! Global scuffles be fanning the flames of Syria's squabble like a cannonball at a tea party!"

Arrr, matey! The rebellious scallywags be stormin' the bastions of Bashar al-Assad in the wilds of northwestern Syria, claimin' treasures like Aleppo! Carlotta Gall, a wise scribe for The New York Times, be spillin' the beans on how outside ruckus set the powder keg ablaze!

"Arrr! Metal-finder be diggin’ up a piece o’ Viking cutlass in the land of tulips and wooden shoes, matey!"

Arrr! A scallywag with a shiny contraption be diggin' in the dirt of the Low Countries, findin' a bit o' a 10th-century Viking blade! Now they be investigatin' this ancient treasure like it be a chest o' gold. Avast, what tales it might tell!

"Within the trusty rebuildin' o' Notre-Dame, where spirits be high 'n' mischief be hearty, matey!"

Arrr, after Notre Dame was singed in 2019, Cap'n Macron swore to have it sailin' again in five years. Aye, a tall tale indeed! But lo and behold, Michael Kimmelman, the ship’s critic for The New York Times, reveals the grand repairs, settin' sail to the public on Dec. 8!

Arrr, South Korean captain Yoon be walkin’ the plank o’ impeachment, thanks to his own scallywag matey!

Arrr! The captain of Yoon Suk Yeol’s own crew be callin' for his keelhaulin’! The ruckus in the National Assembly be settin' sail for a vote this Saturday. Avast, me hearties! The winds of change blow fierce!

"Scallywags ignited a blaze at the Melbourne temple, claimin’ it be a fiery celebration of mischief!"

Arrr! Spies be tellin’ tales of two scallywags dousing the synagogue in fiery brew on Friday morn! The Prime Minister of Australia be raisin' his voice, callin’ it a scurvy act of antisemitism! Avast, me hearties, even pirates know that be wrong!

Arrr! South Korea be raisin' the sails o' martial law, stirrin' up old tales from Gwangju's stormy seas!

Arrr, matey! Last time South Korea be raisin’ the martial law flag, Gwangju took a fierce whippin’. That scallywag Han Kang spun the yarn in “Human Acts.” A tale o’ woe, but ye best be ready for a hearty laugh amidst the cannon fire! Haaarrr!

Arrr! South Korean landlubbers be tossin’ the captain's hat overboard after a wee bit o' martial law shenanigans!

Arrr, matey! South Korean swabs be demandin’ the good Captain Yoon Suk Yeol be shorn of his constitutional booty after his brief bout with martial law! Seems the lad’s sailin’ a wee bit too close to Davy Jones’ locker, eh? Ha-ha!

December 5, 2024

Arrr! Canada’s tossin’ more cannons overboard and reckonin’ to gift 'em to Ukraine! Avast, what a jolly notion!

Arrr, matey! The high-ranking scallywags o’ Canada be declarin’ a mighty big ban on 324 of them rascally assault cannons! Aye, they be tightenin’ the noose on gunpowder play, all in the name o’ keepin’ the seas calm and the rum flowin’! Savvy?

Arrr, fair lass met her doom, chokin' on frog juice at a witchy spa! Aye, talk about a bad cleanse!

Arrr, matey! It be a sad tale of Marcela Alcázar, fair lass of the silver screen, who met her doom after guzzlin' some froggy poison at a witchy retreat! Aye, a cleansing ritual gone awry, she be swimmin' with the fishes now—no treasure to be found!

"Arrr! A squall o' mischief shook Estonia! Blame be on the scallywags from Russia, say the landlubber officials!"

Arrr! A band o' scallywags found guilty o' makin' mischief at the orders o' them sneaky Russian sailors, say the lawmen on Thursday! The rascals were caught paintin' mustaches on the Queen's portrait and such! Avast, what a jolly jest!

Avast! McKinsey be coughin' up 122 million doubloons to silence the squawkin' 'bout their bribery mischief in South Africa!

Arrr, the scallywags o' the global consultancy be caught slippin' gold to the officials o' foreign lands! A former matey, once a high-ranking swab, confessed to the mischief—talkin' 'bout a right bonnie conspiracy, I say! Me hearties, they be in a fine pickle now!

"Arrr! Shalom Nagar be kickin' the bucket, the wishin' executioner of that scallywag Adolf Eichmann!"

Arrr, he be the scallywag hangman picked to dance the noose with a rogue Nazi in the land of Israel, where they be savin’ the gallows for a rare occasion! A right jolly tale, if ye don’t mind the grim tidin’s!

“Arrr! Amnesty be sayin’ Israel’s givin’ Gaza a proper keelhaul—genocide, they call it! Blimey, what a ruckus!”

Arrr, matey! Israel be laughin’ at the accusation—first of its kind from those landlubber human rights folk—claimin’ it be built on a heap o’ scallywag lies! Aye, they be swabbin’ the deck with that nonsense!

"Arrr! Syrian scallywags raid Hama whilst the landlubber government makes a hasty retreat, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! The scallywags of the opposition be stormin’ the fair city of Hama, like a ship on the high seas! Their swift attack be sailin’ straight fer the treasure trove of Damascus—hope they brought their sea legs and a map, or they be lost like a landlubber!

"Arrr! French captain Barnier be keepin' the ship steady fer now. What be the next grand adventure, mateys?"

Arrr, matey! Prime Minister Barnier be cast adrift in a stormy vote o’ no confidence! Now, President Macron be searchin’ for a new captain, but when he’ll hoist the Jolly Roger be as murky as Davy Jones' locker! Aye, what a merry mess!

Arrr, Ukraine be knockin' on Trump’s ship, beggin’ for a hearty parley with his crew! What be goin' on?

Arrr! Kyiv be buzzin’ like a ship’s hull in a storm, what with the Jan. 20 hootin’ of the new captain’s decree to end the scallywag war swift as a cannonball! Let’s hope he ain’t all bluster, or we’ll be drinkin’ grog till the dawn!

Arrr! Qatar be settin' sail back to parley with Hamas-Israel, while Trump’s matey be schemin' to find treasure!

Arrr, matey! Qatar be back at the helm, shakin’ hands to quiet the cannon-fire 'twixt Israel and Hamas, seekin' to free the landlubbers in Gaza! Meanwhile, Trump’s envoy be parleyin’ with the high seas’ finest in the midst of this tempest! Avast, what a merry mess!

"By thunder! A wee lass of twelve be findin' a cursed bauble from Egypt in yon land of Israel!"

Arrr, what a jolly escapade! A humble crew o' landlubbers set sail on a family voyage when a sprightly lass of twelve stumbled upon a glitterin' trinket, an ancient Egyptian amulet from the days of yore—3,500 years old! Blimey, now that be a treasure worth plunderin’!

Arrr! Kosovo be shoutin' foul, claimin' Serbia be actin' like scallywags a’ Russia in Ukraine’s briny deep!

Arrr, matey! Kosovo be shoutin' foul at Serbia for brewin’ a watery ambush in the northern seas! Serbia be denyin' the charge, but like a shipwrecked sailor, the blood flows and peace be as elusive as a treasure map in a stormy squall! Har har!

"Arrr! South Korean sea dogs be all a-fluster, flounderin' like fishy fools in a botched scallywag hunt!"

Avast, mateys! Word from the high seas of the military, when Captain Yoon Suk Yeol hoisted the martial law flag! But beware, for the scallywag’s set to face a stormy impeachment this Saturday, with protestin’ buccaneers ready to raise a ruckus! Arrr, what a jolly hullabaloo!

Arrr, China’s tossin’ cannonballs o' sanctions at 13 U.S. defense scallywags! Avast, matey, who be walkin’ the plank now?

Avast ye! This be but a jestin’ gesture, spurred by the Biden crew's latest treasure shipments to Taiwan, that fair isle China thinks belongs to 'em. Aye, the sea be full of squabbles, but this one be just a raucous game of parley, savvy?

Arrr, fer Macron, Notre-Dame’s grand return be a fine breather from the stormy seas of political squabbles!

Arrr! This ancient cathedral be older than a sea turtle, fixed quicker than a ship in a storm! But instead o’ celebratin’ his triumph, Captain Macron finds 'imself tangled in a right political squall. Aye, the winds o’ fortune be a fickle mistress!

Arrr, matey! Where be the ports o' assisted dyin', and which lands be ponderin' the same?

Arrr, matey! In a score of lands, ye can shuffle off this mortal coil by law, and a few more be ponderin’ the same! Aye, the reapers be havin’ a grand time, so hoist the sails and let the debate set sail!

December 4, 2024

Arrr, that South Korean captain's call be a scallywag's blunder! Might just tickle North Korea's fancy for mischief!

Arrr, matey! In a twist o' fate, President Yoon Suk Yeol be hoistin' the martial law flag, but now the scallywags in opposition be callin' for his head! A right pickle he finds himself in, aye! What a jolly good mess on the high seas o' politics!

"Arrr, Rohit Bal, the jolly fashion captain o' India, has shuffled off this mortal coil at 63! Blimey!"

Arrr, he be dubbed "the scallywag o' style," a rogue amongst a crew o' crafty tailors, breathin' new life into old threads! With a flick o' the wrist, he be makin' traditional garb fit for a captain's ball! Avast, the fashion seas be ever-changing!

Arrr! The U.S. be callin' Paris a treasure map fer saving the seas, claimin' it’s their best chance at justice!

Arrr, in a grand assembly o' landlubbers on the matter o' the warming seas, a U.S. matey gave a nod to the Paris Pact. But lo! The scallywag left us ponderin' the fate of promises under the reign of Captain Trump, the rogue of the high seas!

Arrr! Aye, the landlubbers be ponderin’ a mutiny 'gainst the French captain—what be the scuttlebutt, matey?

Avast, mateys! Michel Barnier be walkin' the plank o' no-confidence in the Parliament's holdin' tank! His treasure map o' budget be tossed in the sea, and whispers say he’s ready to scuttle off into the sunset. Arrr, what a swashbucklin' mess!

"Avast! The landlubbers grabbed a treasure trove o' 20 million fentanyl potions—bet they’ll be seein’ double!"

Arrr, me hearties! The cap’n Trump be barkin’ threats o’ tariffs at Mexico if they don’t shiver their timbers and haul in that pesky fentanyl! Aye, it be a right jolly affair when the seas of commerce get all stormy! Avast, let the trade winds blow fair!

"Arrr, the landlubbers paused, tippen' their hats fer slain Omer Neutra, while the whole town weeps at the holy ship!"

Arrr, a motley crew o’ lawmakers be takin’ a pause 'n rememberin’ the brave Omer Neutra, who shuffled off this mortal coil, courtesy o’ them scallywags at Hamas! Aye, news from the IDF be spillin’ the beans on this tragic tale, mateys!

Arrr! Mexico be plundering a shipload o' fentanyl, right after Trump be blowin’ his tariff horn!

Arrr, matey! Mexican scallywags hoisted a treasure trove o’ fentanyl pills in Sinaloa this past Tuesday, breakin’ all records like a ship in a storm, say the landlubbers in charge! Aye, it be a haul fit for Davy Jones himself!

Arrr, the French galleon be sinking after the crew turned on Captain Barnier in a no-confidence mutiny!

Arrr, me hearties! It be said that Prime Minister Barnier be settin' sail for the horizon after the National Assembly gave him a right good bootin' on Wednesday! The crew’s plunderin' of confidence be sinkin' the whole ship of state! Aye, what a jolly mess!

Arrr, matey! South Korea's ruckus puts the Pacific fleet's treasure maps at risk with the U.S. and Japan!

Arrr, matey! Donald J. Trump be the scallywag brewin’ trouble 'tween Tokyo, Seoul, and the good ol’ Washington! But lo! What be this? Martial law be blowin’ in like a stormy gale in South Korea! Avast, the seas be gettin’ choppy, me hearties!

Arrr, FIFA be snaggin’ a treasure chest o’ gold worth a billion doubloons fer showin’ the Club World Cup, matey!

Arrr, a pact be struck with the scallywag streaming crew DAZN, just a day ere the grand draw! Other landlubber networks quaked like jelly at FIFA's high demands, but DAZN be brave enough to sail the stormy seas of sport! Aye, treasure awaits!

"Chart o' the Seas: Where the Scallywags Be Gaining Ground in the Land of Syria, arrr!"

Arrr, matey! The Syrian scallywags be stretchin' their claim over the northwestern seas of Syria faster than a ship in full sail! They be makin' their mark like a parrot on a pirate's shoulder, takin' territories faster than we can down a tankard o' rum! Avast!

Arrr! Hamas be sayin’ if Israel comes a-savin’, they’ll make the hostages walk the plank, savvy?

Arrr, matey! Hamas be makin' threats to "neutralize" their captured scallywags if Israel dares to hoist the sails on another rescue mission, as per a secret scroll spied by Reuters. Methinks they be playin' a dangerous game of cat 'n' mouse on the high seas!

Arrr! The brave soul, Mohammadi, a prize-winnin’ landlubber, set free from the brig fer a dose o’ doctorin'!

Arrr, me hearties! Narges the noble, a brave lass fightin' for the rights of the scallywags, be locked in the clink for spoutin' tales! But fear not! Her sentence be put on hold so she can mend her sails and patch up her health! Avast, what a twist!

Arrr! Danish landlubbers diggin’ up a treasure trove o' rusty cutlasses from the ol’ Iron Age, savvy?

Arrr! In Denmark's sandy bosom, brave treasure hunters be diggin' up old iron bits, reckonin' they be the chieftain's lost cutlasses! Aye, it seems the old sea dog offered 'em up to Davy Jones himself—if ye be believein' in them superstitions, that be! Har har!

Arrr! South Korean captain be hangin' by a thread as lawmakers plot to send 'im to Davy Jones’ locker!

Arrr, matey! The scallywag Yoon Suk Yeol, in his boldness, called forth martial law like a swashbuckler summoning a storm! But lo! The crew hissed and howled, and within mere hours, he tucked his tail and lifted the order, like a cowardly sea rat fleeing the bilge!

"From a hearty Chinese matey to a sneaky American scallywag: the jolly adventures of John Leung!"

Arrr, matey! The scallywag be dubbed a fine model by the Chinese news, singin' his praises for pushin' their treasure in the States. But lo and behold, he be naught but a double-crossin’ F.B.I. spy, slippin’ messages faster than a cat on a hot tin roof!

Arrr, with Assad bein' challenged, it be less likely to sever Syria’s bonds with that scallywag Iran, matey!

Arrr! While Israel be raining fire 'pon Syria, the US and Gulf mates be schemin' to cut the ties 'twixt the captain and his Tehran crew. But alas, the rebel scallywags be makin' a surprise charge, sinkin' those dreams like a leaky ship!

"Arrr! Syrian scallywags clash with rebel rogues 'round the treasure trove of Hama, what a rum-soaked ruckus!"

Arrr, the scallywags be settin’ their greedy eyes on a treasure trove where that ol' Captain Bashar al-Assad’s crew be holdin’ sway like barnacles on a ship’s hull! A right ruckus ‘tis brewin’, me hearties!

Ahoy! Here’s a peek at Hezbollah’s scheme to plunder and scare the fine folks of northern Israel, arrr!

Arrr, matey! Fox News be spied on the plans o’ them scallywags from Hezbollah, and what do they see? A rascal blabberin’ about snatchin’ up Israeli landlubbers in a raid on Galilee! Aye, sounds like a right merry mischief, eh? Avast, the sea be safer!

Arrr, the South Korean captain be feelin’ the heat! Mutiny brewin’ over martial law, he best hoist the white flag!

Arrr, matey! South Korean Captain Yoon Suk Yeol be feelin' the heat from his shipmates and the landlubbers! They be callin' for him to walk the plank or face the gallows fer droppin' the martial law sails! A right ruckus on the high seas o' politics, I say!

December 3, 2024

"Arrr! Scallywags nabbed 2,500 pies in a bumbling feast plunder—what a waste of sweet treasures, matey!"

Arrr, matey! A band o' British scallywags swiped a treasure-laden wagon stuffed with hearty pies, worth a king's ransom o' $32,000! But alas, the cursed carriage and its delectable bounty lay battered and bruised, as if a kraken had tossed 'em about! A right mess, I tell ye!

"Captain Yoon of South Korea hoisted the martial flag, then quickly tucked it away! Aye, what a scallywag!"

Arrr! Soon after Captain Yoon’s decree on a Tuesday, the scallywag lawmakers turned their sails against him, makin’ the president say, “Shiver me timbers! I be liftin’ me orders!” A right merry jest on the high seas of politics, if ye ask me!

Arrr, South Korea be hoistin' the flags of martial law! Biden’s in a pickle with his sea-farin' pals!

Arrr, the Biden crew be singin' South Korea's praises as the fairest democracy on the high seas! They've hoisted their sails with military bonds, usin' the land as a stout shield against the scallywags of North Korea, China, and Russia. Avast, matey, keep yer compass true!

Arrr! Three landlubber climbers from the colonies vanished on Kiwi's tallest peak—probably seekin' treasure or a pint of grog!

Arrr, two landlubber Americans and a lumberjack Canadian be scaling Aoraki, the mighty Mount Cook, only to vanish like a ghost ship before their flight on Monday! Blimey, me hearty! Mayhaps they got lost in the clouds or were busy swappin' tales of treasure!

Ahoy! South Korea's captain tossed the shackles after his crew of lawmakers said, “Nay, matey!” Savvy?

Arrr, me hearties! South Korean Captain Yoon Suk Yeol be raisin’ the ol’ martial law flag, but alas! The scallywags in the law-making crew tossed it back into the briny deep quicker than a drunken sailor! A fine jest indeed, savvy?

Arrr, Netanyahu be laughin' at Trump’s threat o' hellfire fer those scallywags in Hamas! Free yer mates or else!

Arrr, matey! Netanyahu be sayin' that Trump be hittin' the nail on the head, demandin' them rascally Hamas scallywags to set the hostages free! Aye, 'tis a fine time for some pirate justice, I say! Release 'em or walk the plank, ye landlubbers!

Ahoy! South Korean seadogs be risin’ up, givin' the captain a right kickin’, callin' fer the end o' this martial madness!

Arrr, President Yoon Suk Yeol be makin’ a grand spectacle, like a parrot squawkin' in a storm! The scallywags of the opposition be raisin' a ruckus, while landlubber protesters be causin’ a ruckus with the lawmen outside the tavern of politics. A right jolly hullabaloo, it be!

"Arrr! A ruckus erupts at the South Korean ship of state after the captain be callin' for martial law!"

Arrr, matey! Soldiers, donned in shiny pots and wieldin' their long bang sticks, sent scallywags scurrying away from the National Assembly like startled sea rats, all 'cause Captain Yoon Suk Yeol cried, "Hoist the martial law!" A right ruckus, it was!

Arrr! In Syria's rebel fray, a right spicy stew brews, matey! Grab yer grog and watch the chaos unfold!

Arrr, matey! Iran and Russia be tangled in their own scallywag troubles, and now they be takin’ a right good thrashin’ in Syria! That rebel crew up north be givin’ them a run for their doubloons! Aye, what a jolly mess!

Arrr! The ruckus in Syria be makin’ a bad situation in Idlib and Aleppo worse than a scallywag’s hangover!

Arrr, me hearties! Years o' battle and a mighty quake be havin' left the land in a right pickle! Poverty's tighter than a ship's hold, folks be scatterin' like seagulls, and services be sunk like a cursed treasure! Aye, the wretchedness be settlin' in deeper than a barnacle on me ship!

Arrr, Israel be sayin’, if the truce breaks, they’ll sail straight fer Lebanon, swords drawn, like a scallywag!

Arrr, matey! Israel be sendin' a hearty warning to Lebanon, sayin' if the truce with them scallywags at Hezbollah goes belly up, they’ll be raisin' their cannons and treatin' Beirut like a pirate's tavern – all fair game! Avast, keep yer heads down!

Arrr, the South Korean captain be hoistin' martial law’s flag to swab the deck of that pesky opposition crew!

Avast, me hearties! Cap’n Yoon Suk Yeol be raisin' the Jolly Roger on martial law this fine Tuesday, claimin' the scallywags o' the opposition be holdin' the Parliament hostage with their treacherous "anti-state" shenanigans. Batten down the hatches, it be gettin' stormy on the high seas o' politics!

Arrr, after Trump be threatenin’ tariffs, Mexico be chortlin’, “Canada be wishin’ fer our treasure o’ culture!”

Arrr, matey! The captain o' Mexico be sayin', "Canada be dreamin' of the treasure troves o' culture we hoard!" as Trump the Wily threatens to unleash tariffs that be sharper than a cutlass! Aye, it be a jolly ol' squabble on the high seas of trade!

"Arrr, China be hoistin’ the sails on rare minerals, leavin’ the U.S. with naught but barnacles and empty pockets!"

Arrr, just a day after the Biden crew tightened the noose on sellin' fancy American gizmos to those cheeky Chinese scallywags, here we be! Tis like lockin' up the treasure 'fore the parley! Drink up, me hearties, for the seas be gettin' stormy!

"Arrr! Why be Israel and Hezbollah still blastin’ cannons, when the truce be holdin’ like a soggy parrot?"

Arrr, matey! A wee bit o' truce-bustin' and swashbucklin' be on the horizon, savvy? But fret not! The deal be not sinkin' to Davy Jones' locker just yet. War's a fickle mistress, and she be takin' her sweet time!

"Arrr! The U.N. parley fell flat, ‘n now the Gaza seas be churnin’ with cannon fire, matey!"

Arrr, the cap’n of the UN be sayin’ that them world leaders be as blind as a barnacle-covered anchor! They be lettin’ the Israeli-Palestinian storm brew again, like scallywags forgettin’ to hoist the sails before settin’ sail! Avast, don’t be makin’ the same blunder, ye landlubbers!

Arrr! A crew o' Quebec landlubbers be fightin' to keep the mighty caribou fro' meetin' Davy Jones!

Arrr! The fine folk o' the Canadian crown be brandishin' their swords o' emergency to save three poor caribou herds from meetin' Davy Jones in Quebec! Aye, them beasties be riskin' extinction, and the government be more worried than a landlubber on a sinking ship!

December 2, 2024

"Arrr! On this fine Tuesday, we be chartin' the course o' a grand Presidential pardon, me hearties!"

Arrr, matey! And fer added treasure, we be havin' the jolly sounds of Free North Korea Radio! Aye, tune in, and let the winds of nonsense fill yer sails! It be a right laugh, if ye can make sense of it! Yarrr!

Arrr, a landlubber from Russia met Davy Jones, all while stretchin' like a sea cucumber in Thailand's waves!

Arrr, matey! A Russian lass named Kamilla Beliatskaya met her watery fate on Friday, swept off her perch by a mighty wave whilst strikin' poses like a sea cucumber on a rock in Koh Samui! Yoga and the ocean be a treacherous mix, aye!

“Arrr! Hezbollah and Israel be flingin’ cannonballs, makin’ a mockery of the truce like scallywags at sea!”

Arrr! Both scallywags be pointin' fingers 'n callin' foul! Hezbollah let loose a cannonball or two at Israel, breakin' the peace like a parrot on me shoulder. In turn, Israel be rainin' fire from the skies! A right merry squabble, it be!

Arrr! The French scallywags be quakin' in their boots; a no-confidence vote brews 'round the treasure map of budgets!

Arrr, matey! Cap'n Michel Barnier be sailin' rough seas, slippin' a budget past the scallywags in Parliament without a whisper of a vote! But beware, a mutiny be brewin' this week; one no-confidence shout might send him and his crew to Davy Jones' locker!

Arrr, IDF mateys be sayin' UN peacemakers be givin' Hezbollah a free pass, while cease-fire breaks like a ship's mast!

Arrr, down in southern Lebanon, them Israeli scallywags be clashing with the ol’ Hezbollah crew, wonderin’ if the UNIFIL mates can keep the peace, even ‘fore the cease-fire parchment be inked! Blimey, it’s a right kerfuffle, I tells ye!

Arrr, matey! Biden's fixin’ to hurl $725M of cannon fodder to Ukraine ‘fore Trump takes the captain’s chair!

Arrr, mateys! The Biden crew be spillin' the beans on a treasure trove of $725 million worth o' bang-bangs fer Ukraine, just a hair's breadth before President-elect Trump sails into the captain's seat! Aye, what a time to be swappin' cannonballs!

Arrr! The captain o' the Pro-Putin crew be callin’ for a mighty beatin’, as 40 landlubbers lie in the briny deep!

Arrr, matey! A ruckus erupted in Georgia, sendin' dozens to the sick bay! The landlubbers be protestin' the pro-Putin scallywags stoppin' their dreams of sailin' into the EU, all whilst cozyin' up to ol' Mother Russia. A right comical storm on the high seas of politics, savvy?

"Arrr, matey! Footy scuffle beclaimin’ many a soul in Guinea—’tis a right jolly mess, savvy?"

Arrr, the scallywags in charge be claimin' 56 souls have met Davy Jones, but the gossipin' parrot says it might be closer to a hundred! A fine mess of numbers, if ye ask me! Avast, me hearties, keep yer eyes peeled for more tall tales!

Arrr! The Centrist crew sails past the scallywags of the Far-Right in Romania, plunderin’ votes like true buccaneers!

Arrr, me hearties! The Social Democrats be claimin' the most treasure in the election, but a ruckus from them nationalist scallywags be makin' it a right challenge to hoist a stable, Western-flagged ship o' government! Blimey, what a merry mess we be in!

"Arrr! Biden sets sail on his lone voyage t' Sub-Saharan seas—hope he packed his grog and compass!"

Arrr, the captain of the ship called 'Presidency' made port in Cape Verde, savvy? He be bound fer Angola, shoutin' o' the brave Yanks standin' tall against them crafty Chinese scallywags in the treasure hunt fer Africa’s riches! Avast, what a jolly game of gold it be!

"Arrr! Who be this Massad Boulos, the swashbucklin' Lebanese American tycoon and Trump’s trusty matey?"

Arrr, mateys! Captain Trump be pickin' Mr. Boulos, the swashbucklin' merchant and father-in-law to his fair lass, as his trusty first mate on matters o' the Arab seas and Middle Eastern winds. A fine choice, if ye be askin' this ol' sea dog! Avast, let the adventures begin!

"Arrr! US Navy vessels swatted away them pesky Houthis in the Gulf of Aden, like a fly on me rum!"

Arrr, matey! The valiant sea dogs aboard the USS Stockdale and USS O’Kane thwarted a scallywag squad o’ Houthi ruffians tryin’ to plunder our fine ships! By the rum of Neptune, CENTCOM be shoutin’ their praises! Aye, the high seas be safe for another day!

"Arrr! An American-Israeli sea dog met Davy Jones, his bones stashed in Gaza, says the salty IDF!"

Arrr, matey! A strappin' lad of 21 summers, caught betwixt the waves o' America and Israel, met his fate in October 2023. The blokes of the Israel Defense Forces be sayin' he’s now swimmin' with the fishes! A sad tale, indeed, for this landlubber!

"Arrr! A cunning scheme to haul the poor Uyghurs from the clutches of China to the shores o’ freedom!"

Arrr, on the night before the feast o’ thanks, them U.S. sea dogs be bringin’ together kinfolk who hadn’t set eyes on each other in ages, all ‘cause the land o’ China be treatin’ ‘em like scallywags! Aye, what a jolly reunion 'twas, fit for a captain’s table!

"Trump’s triumph sets the sails for conservative scallywags in Latin America! A hearty wake-up call to ye tyrants: watch yer backs!"

Ahoy, matey! In yon Latin seas, captains of state be reactin' in fine folly to Trump’s grand triumph! The right-wing scallywags be all sunshine and rainbows, while the socialist brigands quiver like barnacles, frettin’ ‘bout their tyrannical schemes bein’ dashed to the briny deep! Arrr!

Arrr, Biden sails to Africa, spoutin' tall tales while China be plunderin' the seas! Aye, what a jest!

Arrr, this week President Biden be sailin' to Angola, tossin' treasure like a drunken sailor to snag them electric battery metals! But, shiver me timbers, it seems the crafty Chinese have already plundered the best booty! Avast, talk about bein' outsmarted by scallywags!

December 1, 2024

Arrr! When Assad's mateys be off drinkin', the rebels sailed in to plunder the treasure!

Avast, matey! With the winds of fortune shiftin’, Iran, Hezbollah, and Russia be slackenin' their sails in support o' the Syrian cap’n. The scallywags o' the opposition, emboldened like a rowdy crew, be claimin’ new lands faster than a parrot on a cracker! Arrr!

Arrr! In Tbilisi, landlubbers be clashin’ with the scallywags of the law! A right kerfuffle, it be!

Arrr, matey! The crown’s whim to toss aside its chance to join the grand EU crew has sent a scallywag horde of landlubbers clamorin’ in the streets, shoutin’ like they be seein’ a ghost ship! A fine ruckus, I say, full o’ bluster and ballyhoo!

Arrr! Ireland’s main scallywags be slappin’ Sinn Féin’s sails, says the early treasure map o’ election results!

Arrr, matey! While the scallywags be givin' a hearty 'aye' to keepin' the ship steady, the waters 'round the edges be churnin' like a kraken's belly! Stability in the center be but a mirage, as the raucous crew on the fringes be ready to blow the whole thing sky-high!

Arrr! The landlubbers be squabblin’ over plastic seas, but can’t find the treasure of a solution, ye scallywags!

Arrr, me hearties! The scallywags be chattin’ 'bout the very first pact to battle that pesky plastic scourge! Aye, they say the parley will carry on in the moons to come. Let’s hope they don’t drown in the bilge water o’ debate! Yarrr!

Arrr! France’s crew under Captain Barnier be settlin’ their ship this week, or it be goin’ to Davy Jones' locker!

Arrr, the tide be turnin' for Captain Barnier’s crew, and his ship be sinkin’ fast! The landlubbers be wonderin’, how long can this scallywag keep his sea legs? Aye, the political storm be brewin’, and it be a sight to see! Ahoy, matey, hoist the colors!

Arrr! Georgian captain be crowin' 'bout his crew's tight grip on landlubbers, while Uncle Sam be grumblin' like a scallywag!

Arrr, matey! Georgia be swingin' its cutlass a bit too fierce-like at them landlubbers protestin'! The Western gaffers be sayin' the place be turnin' into a right tyrant, takin' to the seas of oppression like a scallywag on a treasure hunt! Savvy?

Arrr, matey! The land o' green might stick with the old sea dogs, but Sinn Fein be makin' waves!

Arrr, matey! The land o' Ireland still be ponderin' their fate, for the votes be not yet tallied! But if the whispers be true, a merry band o' Fine Gael and Fianna Fáil be settin' sail together—mayhaps a shipshape coalition, or just a jolly ol' rum party!

Arrr! The scallywags be claimin’ Aleppo’s skyport and raidin’ Hama, says the landlubbers and their lookout! Avast, what a ruckus!

Arrr! The scallywags against Captain Bashar al-Assad be layin' claim to the Aleppo airship dock and be stormin' the fair city of Hama, so say the landlubbers and a British lookout perched far away! Aye, 'tis a right ruckus on the high seas of politics!

"Arrr, matey! A scaldin' heat wave be showin' our salty seas be hotter than a wench’s kiss!"

Arrr, matey! A scorcher off California's shores be a right curious thing a decade past! But as the briny deep warms, this heat wave be but a wee peek into the fiery future! Blimey, me parrot might just melt!

Arrr, a power void in Gaza be like givin’ treasure to scallywags and cutthroats! Har har, chaos ahoy!

Arrr, matey! If Hamas be losing its grip, the land might soon be adrift like a ship without a captain! No governing crew to steer the ship, just a band of scallywags wanderin' aimlessly on the high seas of chaos! Blimey, what a hullabaloo!

Arrr! China be lockin' up a scribe for spyin', caught munchin' gruel with a Japanese matey!

Arrr! In the court o' Beijing, the scallywag Dong Yuyu be sentenced to seven long years in Davy Jones' locker for chattin' up a Japanese swab at a tavern! Avast, me hearties, keep yer spyin’ to the shadows, or ye be swingin’ from the gallows! Har har!

November 30, 2024

Arrr! In Georgia, scallywags be raisin’ a ruckus as they steer their ship away from the West, matey!

Arrr, matey! A scallywag horde flooded the streets when the landlubbers in charge declared they'd tossed the talks of joinin' the European Union overboard! Aye, 'tis a right ruckus, with folks wavin' their cutlasses and shoutin’ like fishwives!

Arrr! Brazilian scallywags claim Bolsonaro be schemin’ a mutiny to keep his captain's chair! Aye, what a jolly jest!

Arrr, matey! In the merry month of November, Brazil's swashbucklin' Federal Police be pointin' their cutlasses at former Captain Bolsonaro and over 30 scallywags, claimin' they plotted a sneaky coup to cling to the treasure of power! Avast, what a jolly ruckus on the high seas of politics!

Arrr! Israel be claimin' a World Central Kitchen matey helped in the ruckus o’ October's seventh day!

Arrr, the Israeli sea dogs claim they sent a poor soul to Davy Jones' locker in Gaza! But fret not, says the lass from WCK, for none o' their crew be in cahoots with them scallywags of Hamas! A fine kettle o' fish, indeed!

Arrr, Kennedy be sailin' the seas, swabbin' the deck of health policies, bringin' chaos to the crew's well-being!

Arrr, matey! The health secretary's crew be sailin' the seven seas, plunderin' the good ol' laws on measles and AIDS like a band o' scallywags! They be causin' more ruckus than a three-legged sea turtle in a storm, I tell ye! Avast, what a jolly mess!

Arrr! Saudi Arabia be battlin' the world’s plastic pact, like a scallywag hoardin' treasure! Aye, matey!

Arrr, me hearties! Delegates from over 170 lands be workin’ like scallywags to patch up a treaty, tryin’ to put a stop to the foul blight of plastic muck that be plunderin’ our seas! Let’s hoist the sails and save our oceans, or we’ll be swimmin' with the fishes!

Arrr! Islamist scallywags in Syria be takin’ the wind outta Assad, Putin, and Iran’s sails, givin’ the US a right headache!

Arrr, matey! As the scallywags of Syria, Hezbollah, Russia, and Iran be sinkin’ faster than a leaky ship, ye can’t help but wonder what the U.S. be cookin’ up for this here new ruckus in the land of the war-torn Arabs! Savvy?

Arrr, the Israeli lads be claimin’ Hezbollah be sneakily slingin’ cannons ‘n’ cutlasses into Lebanon whilst the truce be afoot!

Arrr, matey! It be said that them Hezbollah scallywags be sneakin’ their cannons 'n cutlasses 'cross Lebanon’s borders, all while pretendin' to play nice with the Israel landlubbers! A cease-fire, ye say? Aye, more like a game of hide and seek with a side o' mischief!

"Arrr! Israeli cannon fire in North Gaza sends dozens to Davy Jones' locker, says the rescue crew!"

Arrr! Israel be sailin' forth on a grand quest in Gaza, battlin' the scallywags of Hamas, who be risin' like barnacles! Meanwhile, in Lebanon, a shaky truce be holdin' together like a ship's hull with more holes than wood! Avast, the seas be stormy!

"Bestowin' me heart, I be, like a scallywag tossin' gold to a merry wench! Arrr, love's a jolly treasure!"

Arrr, me hearties! Bestowin' a treasure be a jolly way to show yer heart's true compass! Here be some tips to snag the finest booty for yer mateys. Avast, let the gift-givin’ shenanigans commence!

"Arrr! The ruckus o' trade be a'whirl, now that Trump be back on the high seas!"

Arrr, the captain of the ship called President claims he'll hoist a 25 percent tax on all treasures from Canada! But fear not, me hearty Trudeau be as confident as a parrot on a perch, plotting to dodge that cannonball of a tariff! Aye, let the games begin!

"Arrr! The scallywags be runnin' the biggest port in Syria, says the all-seein' war parrot!"

Arrr, matey! In but four short suns, a ruckus erupted in Aleppo, like a kraken awakin' from slumber! Those sneaky rebels be stirrin' the pot, causin' more chaos than a ship full o' monkeys! 'Tis the wildest ruckus we’ve seen in ages, ye scallywags!

Arrr, a landlubber critic of the Kremlin be caught again, sentenced to three moons for speakin' against the Ukraine fray!

Arrr, matey! Prisoner Gorinov be caught in the tempest again, sentenced to three long years in the brig fer speakin’ out against the great Russian squall in Ukraine! Aye, the sea be rough for those who dare to challenge the captain’s orders!

November 29, 2024

"Arrr! Trudeau be settin' sail for Mar-a-Lago to parley with Trump 'bout them pesky tariffs, arrr!"

Arrr, it be Prime Minister Trudeau, caught in a pickle! He’s tryin' to charm the scallywag Trump, lest the landlubber impose a hefty 25 percent toll on our fine Canadian treasures. Hoist the sails, me hearties, we can’t let that rum-loving rogue sink our ship!

Arrr, Chad be cuttin' ties with France, savin' the rum for hisself instead of share 'n' fightin'!

Arrr, matey! Chad’s choice be another cannonball to France’s already leaky ship o' influence in them troubled Saharan seas, where the scallywags from Russia be settin’ their flags high! Blimey, the French be swabbin’ the deck while the Russians hoist the Jolly Roger!

"Arrr! Notre-Dame be glowin’, and the world be catchin’ a sly glimpse, thanks to Macron’s fancy box o’ pictures!"

"Ye scallywags have done the unthinkable, arrr! The French captain be givin' ye hearty congratulations at the grand ol' Paris treasure, ready to rise from the ashes like a fine rum after a fiery spill! Aye, ye've turned the tide on that cursed blaze!"

Arrr, the Emerald Isle be a-takin' a tight poll, with old sea dogs hopin' to keep their treasure!

Arrr, me hearties! In the fair land of Ireland, the scallywags be castin' their votes to choose a crew of over 170 lawmen for the Dail! Aye, 'tis a fine adventure to see who'll steer the ship o' government next, savvy? Drink up and vote, ye landlubbers!

"Furious scallywag unleashes a storm o' punches on a hapless airport matey, as the wild flick be showin'!"

Arrr matey! A wild sea dog be caught on film, throwin’ fists like a tempest at a poor airport scallywag, all ‘cause of a check-in delay! The air be thick wit’ fury, an’ the punches flew like cannonballs! Avast, what a ruckus it be!

"‘War be our shadow!’ A Syrian crew hightailed it from Beirut, only to find cannonballs awaitin’ at home!"

Arrr, matey! Fox News Digital chatteth with Ahmed Yahia Dabbas, who regaled tales of his kin's wild voyage from Lebanon to a lawless land in northwest Syria! Aye, the scallywags be wrestlin' with the woes of bein' castaways, like fish outta water, seekin' treasure in a stormy sea!

Arrr, young scallywags o' the Jewish kind be gettin' thrashed in London! Those streets be more perilous than a kraken's lair!

Arrr, after scallywags set upon the carriages of young Jewish swabs, the brave mateys fightin' against the foul scourge of antisemitism be callin' for more stout-hearted guards to shield their crew, for the mischief and mayhem be risin' faster than a cannonball in a storm!

Arrr! School bus scallywag nabbed fer keepin' a lass locked up fer twelve long moons! What a jolly mess!

Arrr, matey! A scallywag of a school bus captain in Colombia be said to have kept a lass aboard his ship fer over ten long years! But lo and behold, she made a daring escape, leaving the ol' sea dog in a right pickle! Avast, what a tale!

"Blimey! Syrian scallywags be hittin' Aleppo's edge, makin' the grandest charge in ages, sayeth the lookout!"

Avast, mateys! The scallywags of the opposition be breaching three fine neighborhoods in Aleppo! The king's lads be retaliatin’ with a storm of cannonballs from the skies, rainin’ fury upon the rebel rascals. A right merry tussle on the high seas of land, it be! Arrr!

Arrr! FIFA be owe'n doubloons to them poor souls who got banged up buildin' the grand ol' World Cup in Qatar!

Arrr, me hearties! A secret scroll be spillin’ the beans on the soccer overlords! It says they ought to toss some doubloons to the poor souls they’ve wronged, lest they be haunted by the ghostly cries of them migrant scallywags! Aye, ‘tis a merry jest!

Arrr, behold the grand Notre Dame, risen like a phoenix ‘tis five years since the flames tried to claim her!

Avast, ye landlubbers! Behold the grand Notre Dame, risen from the ashes like a phoenix! Five years past, a fiery tempest had her roof a-fallin’. Now, her insides sparkle brighter than a treasure chest, makin’ even the saltiest sea dog shed a tear of joy! Arrr!

Avast! Critics fret, thinkin' Biden and Obama be schemin' to scuttle the Trump ship before it sets sail!

Arrr matey! After a long, fearsome 14 moons of squabblin' 'twixt Israel and them scallywags Hezbollah, a truce be hoisted this week! Rumor has it the salty sea breeze of pressure blew on Israel, though they be denyin’ it. Avast, what a right merry mess!

Arrr! Israel be sinkin' Hezbollah’s fancy missile factory, while them scallywags swear they'll keep battlin' like landlubbers!

Aye, matey! Israel's sea dogs be claimin' they’ve blowed to bits Hezbollah's grandest treasure chest o’ fancy missiles, hidin’ along the Lebanon-Syria line. Arrr, looks like them scallywags be needin' a new map to find their boom-booms!

"Arrr! Israel be tellin' landlubbers near the Lebanon shores to hightail it away, lest they find a cannonball surprise!"

Arrr, matey! The truce 'twixt Israel and them scallywags o' Hezbollah be settlin’ down this week, but blow me down! It don’t be sayin’ when the good folk can sail back to their cozy ports in Lebanon's southern waters. A fine kettle o' fish, I tell ye!

Arrr, matey! A fresh prize be spottin’—Russia be aim’n their cannons at Ukraine’s mighty glowin' treasure—nuclear fortresses!

Arrr, matey! Russia be plunderin' them vital power havens like a scallywag on a quest for gold! Experts say these reckless raids could stir up a mighty storm, riskin' a cataclysm fit to make Davy Jones shiver in his boots! Avast, 'tis a right pickle!

Ahoy! Dong Yuyu, that scallywag scribe from China, be sentenced to Davy Jones' locker fer spyin' tricks! Arrr!

Arrr! Dong Yuyu, that scallywag with a quill, penned tales pokin' fun at the foul Communist crew. In 2022, whilst munchin' a grubby meal with a Japanese matey, he be nabbed! Aye, talkin' politics over lunch be a risky business, savvy?

"Arrr! After truce in Lebanon, Gaza and Iran’s devilish schemes be waitin' fer Trump to sail in!"

Arrr, matey! A wide peace in them Middle Seas be a tricky venture, like catchin’ a slippery fish! And that scallywag Iran's shadow hangin' over Israel's deck be makin' any parley harder than findin’ a buried treasure without a map! Yarrr!

Aye, matey! Cursed Canadian landlubber lost ‘n found, survived weeks o’ chill like a frozen fish on a hook!

Arrr, matey! A wayward landlubber was found in the wilds o' Canada after wanderin' 'round fer over six weeks! The fine lads o' the Royal Canadian Mounted Police swooped in like a yer favorite rum, rescuin' the scallywag from the clutches of nature's mischief!

November 28, 2024

"Arrr! Landlubber braved the wild for fifty suns, but still ain't found a tavern nor a belly full o' grog!"

Arrr, matey! Sam Benastick be found after weeks adrift in the icy wilds of British Columbia’s Redfern-Keily Park! The coppers thought he’d be fish food, but lo! He returned, proving ye can’t keep a good scallywag down! What a right jolly surprise, eh?

Avast! The cease-fire be holdin' like a fish in a barrel, even after them Israeli cannon blasts! Arrr!

Arrr, matey! Israel claims it be huntin' down scallywags bound for a rocket stash, but both it and that Hezbollah crew ain't too eager to unleash the cannon fire just yet. Aye, perhaps they prefer a hearty grog over a full-blown brawl!

Arrr, me hearties! 'Tis the second day of Lebanon's truce—let’s hoist a flag and toast to peace, savvy?

Arrr, matey! It be a ruckus o’ scallywags swipin’ the hiring tests in the land o’ India! Aye, they be plunderin’ knowledge like it be buried treasure! ‘Tis a fine mess, I say, where the cleverest of knaves be passin’ fer sailors! Har har!

"Arrr! Baalbek's swabs be back to their blasted town, lookin' fer treasure 'mongst the rubble, savvy?"

Arrr, a mighty throng o' scallywags be returnin' to Baalbek, only to find their taverns turned to toothpicks and their cozy lodgings crowned with rubble! Alas, the poor souls still sleepin' beneath the stones, cursed to miss the grand feast o' life! Aye, what a jolly sight!

Arrr, Russia and Syria be blowin' up them rascally rebels after they snuck in like scallywags!

Arrr, matey! The Syrian scallywags be settin’ sail for a ruckus 'gainst Hezbollah's matey, the Syrian crown, all whilst the Israel-Hezbollah truce be holdin' like a drunken sailor’s promise! A right merry chaos, I say! Avast, let the cannonballs fly!

Arrr! A cursed clash in Syria be stirrin' the pot o' a sleepy scuffle, matey! How delightfully chaotic!

Arrr, matey! A band o' rascally rebels be raisin' the Jolly Roger and givin' the king's men a right thrashin' in the northwest! It be the grandest scuffle in many a moon, with swords clankin' and cannons boomin' like a wild storm at sea!

Arrr! A landlubber stumbles ‘pon ancient bootprints, left by scallywags two hundred eighty million moons ago in Italy! Avast!

Arrr, matey! A band o' landlubber hikers stumbled upon a treasure trove of ancient greenery! The first clue to this mystical realm? Footprints, as if some scallywag from the past be dancin' about! Aye, 'tis a right laugh, those sailors of the land!

Arrr, Putin be ponderin’ a sly strike on Kyiv with a fancy fast missile, settin’ sail for the US coast!

Arrr, me hearties! Putin be flappin' his gums 'bout launchin' his fancy new cannonballs at Kyiv’s brain box! Aye, they say it can sail all the way to the States too! 'Tis a right jolly game of cat and mouse, savvy?

"Seven landlubber yankees still in the clutches of scallywags! Families be beggin’ fer their swift return—'tis a dire matter!"

Arrr, the kin o' them American-Israeli scallywags still trapped by them Hamas sea dogs be beggin' for swift action! Their Thanksgiving tables be emptier than a pirate's rum barrel, and the hearties be hopin' fer a miracle to fill 'em before the turkey goes cold!

Arrr! Israel be firin' upon scallywags in Lebanon, claimin' they broke the truce on day two of this merry romp!

Arrr! The Israel Defense Forces be firin’ their cannons on some scallywags in southern Lebanon this Thursday, claimin’ they broke the peace pact with them Hezbollah blokes! Aye, it be a right ruckus on the high seas of diplomacy!

Avast, mateys! Syrian scallywags be settin' sail fer the biggest ruckus in ages! Grab yer rum and enjoy the show!

Arrr! Aye, a shipload o’ souls met Davy Jones after scallywags opposed to Cap’n Bashar al-Assad laid siege to a military stronghold! The landlubbers be sayin' it was a right ruckus, with more bodies than a ship's hold on a stormy night!

Arrr, the ancient Smithfield Meat Market be sinkin' to Davy Jones' locker after 850 years of meaty mischief!

Arrr, matey! In the fair capital of Britain, a market o' wares be servin' landlubbers fer ages! But lo! The land's rulers be settin' sail to shut it down this week! Aye, what scallywags would dare to snuff out a treasure trove o' trinkets?!

Arrr! Ukraine be shoutin’ of a fierce Russian raid on their shiny power treasure! Avast, what a kerfuffle!

Arrr, me hearties! Cap’n Putin be sayin' Russia be choosin' their cannon fodder in Kyiv, aim'n for them “thinkin' holes” where the landlubbers plot their mischief! Aye, let the cannonballs fly and the rum flow, 'tis a merry chase we be on!

November 27, 2024

"Arrr, matey! The truce 'twixt Israel and Hezbollah be like a ship at anchor—what ye best be knowin'!"

Arrr! By the pact o' the seas, Israel be sailin' away from Lebanon in two month's time, while Hezbollah swears not to be settin' up camp near the rocky shores o' Israel. A merry truce, me hearties, lest we find ourselves in a right ruckus!

Arrr! French landlubbers be bellyachin' 'bout Boualem Sansal's jailin' in Algeria—what’s a pirate gotta do fer freedom, eh?

Arrr, a bold French-Algerian wordsmith sailed back to his native shores, only to find himself snatched up by the law at the ripe age of 75! Aye, guess the landlubbers be thinkin’ his tales were too tall for their liking!

Arrr, here be the lowdown on the truce in Lebanon—’tis as slippery as a fish in me boot!

Arrr, matey! The truce set sail on Wednesday, givin' a wobbly peace to Israel and Lebanon. The Israeli scallywags be retreatin' in wee bits, while the Lebanese lads be marchin' south to guard the calm seas. Aye, let’s hope it holds, or we’ll be back to plunderin’!

Arrr! Lebanon be sendin' landlubber lads to keep peace, whilst townsfolk be skedaddlin' south faster than a cannonball!

Arrr, matey! The Lebanese scallywags be sendin' their lads near the Israeli shores, all while a truce, backed by the Yanks, be settlin’ the storm 'twixt Israel and them rascally Hezbollah swabs. A right curious sight, indeed! Avast, let’s hope no cannonballs fly!

"A ragged band o’ Hezbollah be raisin’ the white flag, hopin’ fer a break from the cannon fire, savvy?"

Arrr, after a year and a bit o’ skirmishin’, Hezbollah be lookin’ like a ship with a hole in its hull—weak, all alone, and ready to parley fer a truce, lest they end up at Davy Jones’ locker!

Arrr, while Lebanon’s calm be brewin’, them Israeli swabs be still tossin’ cannonballs at Gaza! What a merry mess!

Arrr, while them landlubbers of Israel and Hezbollah be hashin' out a truce to stop the ruckus in Lebanon, a cannonade from Israel sent 33 souls to Davy Jones' locker in Gaza, as the local healers be claimin'. A fine mess, I say!

Arrr, a copper zapped a feisty 95-year-old, now he's swimmin' with the fishes for manslaughter! Aye, what a blunder!

Arrr, me hearties! A copper be findin' himself in a spot of bother, as he zapped a feeble 95-year-old landlubber with a Taser! The court in Oz be callin’ it manslaughter. Aye, who'd have thought an old sea hag could be so electrifyin’? Har har har!

Avast, matey! A 2,000-year-old fig be dug up in Ireland—oldest fruity treasure to tickle yer taste buds!

Arrr, matey! In the wild lands of Ireland, a treasure be found! An ancient fig, as old as Davy Jones’ locker, has been dug up from the earth! Aye, it be the first of its kind, makin’ Ireland the jolliest of fig havens! Avast, me hearties!

Arrr! China be settin' free three scallywags wrongfully shackled, says the White House, matey! A fine jolly jest, that!

Arrr, me hearties! Be hearin’ the news! China be tossin’ back three landlubber Americans who be wrongfully shackled! Aye, the Council o’ National Security be spillin’ the beans! Just in time fer rum and raucous revelry, I say! Avast ye!

Arrr, will Lebanon parley break the Gaza gridlock, or be it just a fool’s errand, say the savvy sea dogs?

Arrr, matey! It be seemin' that Hamas won’t be shakin' hands in Gaza, even with Hezbollah hoistin’ the white flag. A bargain in that cursed land be a right tricky business for Captain Netanyahu, the Israeli corsair! Avast, the seas be rough for agreements!

"Two Captains, Two Courses, One Mighty Ship: America's Wild Voyage through Changing Seas!"

Arrr, while Captain Biden be mendin' the sails o' peace in Lebanon, matey Trump be chartin’ his own course fer foreign shores, not waitin’ fer the cannon fire o' inauguration! Blimey, the scallywag's settin' sail 'fore the anchor's even dropped!

November 26, 2024

"Arrr! Israel be givin' the ol' 'stop fightin', matey' nod to Hezbollah, lettin' Lebanon catch its breath!"

Arrr! Captain Biden be claimin' a 60-day ceasefire be settin’ sail this Wednesday, blessin' it with hopes of lastin’ forever, puttin' an end to Lebanon's ruckus that be spillin' more grog than a tavern on a Friday night! Avast, let the peace flow like the finest rum!

Arrr, Trump be stirrin' the pot, settin' Canada and Mexico to squabble like scallywags over gold doubloons!

Arrr, matey! The newly crowned captain o' the ship o' state be firin' the first cannon in trade talks with our neighbors! Aye, 'tis castin' a blarin' lantern on the North American crew, makin' them squirm like a fish outta water!

"Arrr, Trump be swingin' his cutlass at trade seas, threatenin' tariffs like a scallywag plunderin' treasure, aye!"

Arrr! That scallywag president-elect be threatenin' to unleash tariffs on Canada, Mexico, and China! 'Tis causin' a ruckus among the merchant folk and makin' the diplomatic seas a-choppy! If he ain't careful, he might sink the trade deals he be signed in his first voyage! Har har!

Ahoy! Greece be buildin’ a new underground ship, showin' shiny treasures fer the landlubbers while they ride! Arrr!

Avast, me hearties! A grand underground chariot be comin’ to Thessaloniki, where landlubbers can ride! As they dug, they stumbled upon a treasure trove of ancient trinkets. Who knew beneath the streets lay a pirate’s hoard of history? Arrr, let the ride begin!

Arrr, Biden be callin' a truce 'twixt Israel and Hezbollah, endin' 14 moons o' salty squabblin'!

Arrr, mateys! Captain Netanyahu be hoistin’ the Jolly Roger o’ peace, seekin’ a truce with them scallywags o’ Hezbollah! But beware, the deal be not yet sealed, like a treasure chest ‘neath the briny deep! Avast, let’s hope they don’t be fightin’ over the booty!

Arrr! Trump be settin' sail fer tariff waters, ready to scuttle trade with Canada, China, and Mexico! Avast!

Arrr, the captain-elect be swearin’ on the good ol' black flag that come Day 1, he’ll raise the sails on tariffs wide as the seven seas! Aye, they be stayin’ till them scallywags from Canada, Mexico, and China cease their trade of troublemakers and cutthroat contraband!

"Arrr! Israel be thrashin' Lebanon while the landlubbers debate takin' a breather from tusslin' with Hezbollah!"

Arrr! Captain Netanyahu be parleyin' with the Yanks and the Frenchies to end the ruckus. Meanwhile, the Israeli crew be rainin' cannonballs on Beirut like it be a barrel of grog! A jolly ol' scuffle, that be!

Arrr, matey! Starbucks be caught in the clutches of a scallywag ransomware, makin' fine brews go awry!

Arrr, me hearties! Blue Yonder, the clever scallywags behind fine supply chain sorcery for many a ship, be sayin’ a nasty cyberattack has tossed their services about like a ship in a storm. Avast, ye techie sea dogs! Time to hoist the sails and fix the mess!

Arrr! Six souls met Davy Jones as ruckus brews in Pakistan o'er that scallywag Khan locked in the brig!

Arrr! Six scallywags met their doom as the ruckus fer the jailed captain Imran Khan turned into a right ruckus in Islamabad on Tuesday, say the landlubber authorities! Aye, 'tis a wild tempest o' protestin' gone amiss!

"Arrr, matey! A tempest brews in Pakistan, where the scallywags be raisin' a ruckus like a ship in a squall!"

Arrr! Behold the ruckus 'twixt the landlubbers in blue and the fiery souls cryin' for their captain Khan! Aye, 'tis a brawl fit for the seas, as they wave their fists and shout like scallywags, demandin' freedom for their matey locked in the brig!

"Arrr! Russia be launching a fleet o' drones 'til the morn, claims Ukraine, like seagulls on a treasure hunt!"

Arrr, matey! A mighty fray erupted, with the Ukrainian sky brigands unleashing 188 flying contraptions upon their foes! Both sides be throwin’ cannonballs and fire in a right ruckus, makin’ the heavens shake like a drunken sailor on a stormy night! Avast!

Arrr! Israeli sea dogs be settin' sail to vote on a peace pact with them scallywags, the Hezbollah! Har har!

Arrr, me hearties! Prime Minister Netanyahu be preparin' to haggle a truce, courtesy of them fancy U.S. and French landlubbers! Aye, countless souls be lost in Lebanon's stormy seas, while many more be seekin' refuge on distant shores. A right jolly mess, it be!

Arrr! Trump and Congress be settin’ sail to choke the 'kangaroo' ICC 'bout that scallywag Netanyahu's bounty!

Avast, me hearties! After the ICC’s scallywag attack on the lone democracy in the Mideast, Israel, fer its tussle with the Hamas knaves, a mighty U.S. crew has risen up, ready to throw a cannonball or two at that pesky organization! Yarrr!

November 25, 2024

"Arrr! Russian scallywags nabbed a British landlubber o’ the Ukraine crew in Kursk, savvy? What a swashbucklin’ mess!"

Arrr, a swashbucklin' British lad, once a soldier of the crown, found himself in a pickle! Captured by them Russian scallywags whilst battlin' alongside the brave Ukrainians in Kursk. Aye, it seems the tides of fortune be as fickle as a daft parrot!

Avast, me hearties! A high-ranking sea dog be warnin’ businesses to brace fer a stormy wartime squall! Arrr!

Arrr, me hearties! The big cheese at NATO be callin' on ye landlubber businesses to stockpile yer goods, lest ye find yerselves in a pickle when the cannons roar! With them scallywags in Russia and Ukraine stirrin' the pot, best be ready for a ruckus, savvy?

"Arrr! A scallywag of the hard-right be claimin’ victory in Romania’s presidential sea shanty first round, savvy?"

Arrr! Calin Georgescu, the scallywag thought to be naught but a landlubber, snagged the most doubloons at 22.9 percent on Sunday! Now he be settin' sail against a more moderate foe come Dec. 8. Avast, what a turn of the tide!

Arrr! Three scallywags nabbed in the curious case o' the rabbi's untimely demise, savvy? Aye, what a kerfuffle!

Arrr, matey! The landlubbers be claimin' the snatchin' and dispatchin' of Rabbi Zvi Kogan be the work of scallywags with a grudge against the chosen folk! Yet, these bumbling investigators be tight-lipped 'bout why the mischief transpired. A right puzzlin' tale, I say!

Arrr, an A.I. Granny be the bane o' phone scallywags, makin' them tremble like barnacles on a stormy sea!

Arrr, me hearties! Daisy Harris, a jolly old English matron crafted by the cunning hands of artifice, be befuddlin' scallywags with her ramblin’ chit-chat! But can this crafty crone truly put a dent in the never-endin' tide o' trickery? Avast, let the banter begin!

Arrr! Israel be settin' sail towards a truce with them Hezbollah scallywags, says a landlubber official!

Arrr, me hearties! On the morrow, the Israeli buccaneers o' the Security Cabinet be gatherin' to parley about a truce with them Hezbollah scallywags in Lebanon, as reported by that landlubber Ambassador Danny Danon! Let’s hope they find a way to swap grog instead o' cannonballs!

"Arrr, Russia be bamboozlin' Yemeni lads to swab the deck in Ukraine’s scuffle, all under Houthi's jolly ruse!"

Arrr, matey! Russia be spinning a yarn, luring Yemeni lads with tales of gold and glory! They be trickin' 'em into scribblin' their names on grimy contracts, then tossin' 'em into the fray like cannon fodder! A right rascally scheme, if ye ask me!

Arrr, Russia be lurin' Yemeni lads to the Ukraine fray, all part o' that scallywag Houthi mischief!

Arrr! Russia be coaxin’ Yemeni lads with tales of gold and fine treasure, only to trap 'em in contracts tighter than a ship’s hold! Aye, they be shippin’ ‘em off to the fray, swingin’ cutlasses instead of dreamin’ of riches! Avast, what a scallywag scheme!

Arrr! Uruguay be tossin' out the stuffy gents, electin' a lefty matey with a mighty 90% crew turnout!

Arrr! Matey, the scallywag Yamandú Orsi be hoistin' the Jolly Roger o' victory in Uruguay’s grand duel, sendin’ center-right Álvaro Delgado to Davy Jones’ locker! Aye, the tides be favorin’ the leftist buccaneers this time around!

"Arrr! Storm Bert be thrashin' the UK, rainin' like a mermaid's tears, claimin' three souls on the high seas!"

Arrr, a mighty deluge befallin' the land, drenchin' all ye wayward souls! Travel's as lost as a ship without a rudder, with waves o' flood, landslides like cannonballs, trees toppled like drunken mates, and lights snuffed out like a scallywag's last grog!

Arrr, a DHL birdie met Davy Jones near Lithuania’s shores, takin’ one soul to the briny deep!

Arrr, me hearties! A boomin' crash near Vilnius Airport set the land ablaze! One poor soul met Davy Jones, while three others be layin' low in the ship's infirmary. Aye, 'tis a ruckus not fit for landlubbers!

“Arrr! Israel and Hezbollah be throwin’ cannonballs while talkin’ truce—like findin’ grog in Davy Jones' locker!”

Arrr matey, while the landlubbers in fancy coats be jabberin’ ‘bout peace, cannonballs be zoomin’ ‘twixt Israel and Lebanon like they be chasin’ a treasure map! Aye, diplomacy be a fickle wench when rockets be dancin’ in the sky!

"Ye scallywags be watchin' fiery skies from yon Beirut hill, like it be some grand show of cannon fire!"

Arrr, me hearties! Each night, a motley crew be gatherin’ on yon hill to witness the sky’s fury rainin’ down upon the southern burrows! A fine spectacle of mayhem, proving that what once be but a tall tale be now a jolly romp o' chaos! Avast!

November 24, 2024

Aye, matey! Israel be parleyin' with Hezbollah fer a truce, or so the salty sea dogs be gossipin'!

Arrr, matey! Word be sailin' o'er the briny deep that Israel be settlin' for a parley with them scallywags, Hezbollah, after nearly a year of swingin' cutlasses and blowin' cannons! A ceasefire be comin’, lest they tire of fightin’ and just share a mug o' grog instead!

Arrr! Hezbollah be launchin' a cannonade at Israel, 'cause the IDF be bustin' their party in Beirut! Avast, matey!

Arrr! On the Sabbath, them rascally Hezbollah scallywags let fly their fiery projectiles at Israel, seekin' vengeance for the IDF’s cannon blastin' at their hideouts in Beirut. A right rowdy tussle, it be! Let the seas of chaos be their playground, savvy?

Arrr! Israel be launchin' cannonades near Beirut, makin' more ruckus than a drunken parrot on me shoulder!

Arrr, me hearties! As them peace talkers be shufflin' closer to a truce, the scallywags of Israel and Hezbollah be raisin' the ruckus in Lebanon, hotter than a pot o' grog! Avast, it be a right mess on the high seas of diplomacy!

Arrr! Ukraine be pickin' apart them Russian firesticks, lookin' fer the nuke treasure they be hidin' in 'em!

Arrr, matey! Ukrainian scallywags let the press peek at a fancy metal stick what the Russians lobbed ‘cross the waves, ’fore they’d even had a chance to poke and prod it! A right cheeky move, I say! What’s next, a treasure map?

"Old Rabbi found cold in Dubai, Israel shoutin' 'tis a terror plot! Arrr, me hearties, what a salty tale!"

Arrr, the landlubbers o’ Israel be claimin’ the foul deed of slayin’ Rabbi Zvi Kogan be a right act of terrorism! Aye, he’d been lost at sea since Thursday, but I reckon he’s just seekin’ the treasure o’ the afterlife! Yarr, what a jolly mess!

Arrr, matey! What be the tales of two wenches' flicks reveal 'bout the jolly treasure that be Indian cinema?

"Arrr, me hearties! Both 'Laapataa Ladies' and 'All We Imagine as Light' have charmed the landlubbers at home. But only one be gettin' India’s treasure map for the best foreign film Oscar. Aye, what a swashbucklin' competition!"

Arrr! A ruckus by the Israeli embassy, three coppers wounded, and the scallywag’s taken a dirt nap!

Arrr, mateys! In the mornin' sun, the lawmen of Jordan did lay to rest a scallywag who fancied himself a sharpshooter, givin' three officers a nasty nick 'fore they sent him to Davy Jones’ locker! Aye, not a very wise choice, that!

Arrr, matey! Israel be sayin’ the rabbi’s gone to Davy Jones, callin’ it a scallywag’s act o’ antisemitic mischief!

Arrr, matey! Israel be shoutin' loud that the United Emirates scallywags have stumbled upon the remains of Rabbi Zvi Kogan! They be callin' it a sorry tale of "antisemitic piracy!" Aye, the seas be treacherous, and so be the landlubbers!

"Arrr! Hezbollah be launchin' a cannonade o' fireballs at Israel after a right nasty scuffle in Beirut, matey!"

Arrr! The Israeli sea dogs be rampin’ up their cannon fire against them Hezbollah scallywags in Lebanon, tryin’ to coax ‘em into a truce, savvy? It’s like tryin’ to tame a wild sea serpent with naught but a biscuit and a wink! Avast, the high seas be troubled!

Egypt be squabblin' with a landlubber scribe, tossin' back a longwinded missive o' 1,100 words to settle the score!

Arrr, when a scallywag blogger took a jab at Cairo's port o' call, the Egyptian crew fired back like cannonballs! They brandished their spyglass footage and hollered, "Avast! Is it fair fer a landlubber to swing in two lounges 'fore settlin' on one ship?" Aye, matey!

"Arrr! The Amsterdam ruckus be a jolly jest, castin' shadows of old pogroms like a ghostly sea dog!"

Arrr, matey! Aye, many a scallywag be usin' an ancient term to jabber 'bout the fresh happenings on the high seas. But I be wonderin'—is it a fair wind or just a barnacle stuck to their ship o' thought? Har har!

Arrr, matey! The shanty “+57” be stirrin’ up a ruckus in Colombia, where reggaeton be the treasure!

Arrr, matey! A tune be makin’ waves with its saucy words, stirrin’ up a ruckus 'bout Colombia! Critics be sayin’ it be paintin’ the land in a scurvy light, like a parrot squawkin’ false tales. Shiver me timbers, let’s hoist the sails of reason!

"Avast! US must hoist the sails against this wave of landlubber hate—'tis a mighty painful tempest, I say!"

Arrr matey! After a ruckus over footy in Amsterdam, the Jews be feelin' the heat across the seven seas! One savvy captain o' the Jewish crew be demandin' the Yanks to hoist their diplomatic sails and battle the vile hate, lest we all be walkin' the plank!

November 23, 2024

“Arrr! Bloke in India wakes from his slumber just 'fore bein’ toast on the fiery deck! What a jolly surprise!”

Arrr, matey! A scallywag of 25, thought to be fish food in India, sprang back to life just as the flames were lickin’ at his heels! 'Twas a close shave, but now he can tell the tale of how he cheated Davy Jones!

Arrr! Rabbi vanished, feared snatched by scallywags! Now the crew's on a wild hunt for the landlubber!

Avast ye! Rabbi Zvi Kogan, a Chabad matey, be thought lost at sea, with dark whispers of villainy afoot! Israeli and Emirati scallywags be huntin’ for the truth behind his vanishing act. Arrr, ‘tis a right kerfuffle on the high seas!

Arrr! At COP29, they bickered like rum-soaked scallywags, but bagged the gold in the end, savvy?

Avast, mateys! This here treasure plan be a measly $300 billion a year fer the landlubber nations! Aye, the delegates be raisin' a ruckus, claimin' it be as useful as a ship with a hole below the waterline! Yarrr, they’ll be needin’ more doubloons fer true aid!

"Ahoy! Madeleine Riffaud, the lass what saved Paris, be takin' her final voyage at a spry century old!"

Arrr! Once a scallywag humiliated by a landlubber Nazi, she set sail with the French Resistance! By the age of 20, she’d sent a German dog to Davy Jones' locker, endured the cruelest of tortures, and plundered a supply train like a true buccaneer! Avast, me hearty!

Arrr! Justin Trudeau jigged at a Taylor Swift shindig whilst chaos reigned in Montreal—sparked a right ruckus, it did!

Arrr! Aye, it be a sight to behold! While Captain Trudeau swayed to the siren song of Taylor Swift, chaos erupted in Montreal! The landlubbers be fuming, thinkin’ he be dancin’ instead of dealin’ with the ruckus. A right jolly hullabaloo, I say!

"Arrr! A week o' ruckus in Ukraine, with swabs brandishin' new boomsticks and threatenin' to blow us all to Davy Jones!"

Arrr, this week be a merry game of tit-for-tat! The Yanks be tossin’ their fancy missiles at Russia, while them scallywags be threatenin’ with their nuclear trinkets. But lo and behold, it matters not on the battlefield where the real ruckus be brewin’!

Arrr, in South Africa, a cursed feast sent 23 wee scallywags to Davy Jones’ locker! Blimey, mind yer vittles!

Arrr, matey! The scallywags of South Africa be sayin' that nearly 900 souls, a fair number o' wee ones, have caught a nasty bout o' the ill since the month o' September. Blimey, what a hullabaloo! Mayhaps they be eatin’ too many bad fish!

Arrr! In the wild northwest seas o' Pakistan, 25 souls be sent to Davy Jones' locker, clashin' like scallywags!

Arrr, me hearties! In the dead o' night, them Sunni and Shiite scallywags be clashin' like two ships in a storm! Just a day after a band o' scurvy knaves laid waste to a convoy. 'Tis a right ruckus, I tell ye! Aye, keep ye cutlasses sharp!

Arrr! The vice captain o’ the Philippines be threatenin’ to send the big captain to Davy Jones' locker! Har har!

Arrr, me hearties! Vice Captain Sara Duterte be blabberin’ of a scallywag hired to take down her own captain, the president! 'Tis a right jolly threat, as the political seas be stormy! Avast, what a merry show these landlubbers put on!

"Arrr! Israeli cannon fire claimed 11 souls in Beirut's heart, sayin' the healers, 'tis a right ruckus, matey!"

Arrr, matey! This be the third round o’ cannon fire in the Lebanese port this week, part o’ a wild storm o’ Israeli scallywags rampagin’ across the land! Avast, what a jolly ruckus! Methinks they be makin’ more noise than a tavern on a Friday night!

Arrr! The landlubbers be a-frettin’ as flying metal birds be settin’ the seas of battle ablaze! Future’s a-comin’, matey!

Arrr, matey! The U.S. Army be hoistin’ the sails o' progress, orderin’ a fleet o’ nearly 12,000 flying contraptions from Teal Drone! With the seas o' battle favorin’ the art o’ spyin’, they be ready to outsmart the scallywags with their fancy electronic trickery! Avast!

"Ye heart's wild wishes, matey! A treasure chest o' dreams, ripe fer plunderin' and laughin' like a jolly sea dog!"

Arrr, matey! Twas a fine art, knowin’ what be fit for ye palate or not! But beware! Might ye be missin’ out on treasures of joy and hearty bonds, all ‘cause ye be too picky? Hoist the sails of delight, lest ye maroon yerself in dull waters!

Arrr! Alberta be tossin’ the Canadian treasure map o’ pensions overboard, makin’ off with their own loot!

Arrr! The landlubber provincial scallywags tossed the old crew o’ Alberta’s treasure chest, reckonin’ that politics shan't muck with the booty! Aye, they be sailin’ uncharted waters, lettin’ the winds of change blow their way. Shiver me timbers, what a jolly ruckus!

Arrr! A scallywag kayaker be stuck on a river, lost a leg in a 20-hour rescue—now he’s one peg leg richer!

Arrr, matey! The lawmen o’ Tasmania be sayin’ all their tries t’ save th’ old sea dog in his sixties went belly-up! So, they decided t’ take a cut—literally! Off went th’ limb, a pirate’s treasure lost in the name o’ salvation! Arrr!

November 22, 2024

Arrr! Iran be uppin' their nuclear game, sayin' "Take that, ye I.A.E.A. scallywags!" Aye, the seas be full o' mischief!

Arrr, matey! With a vast fleet o’ whirlin’ contraptions at the ready, Tehran be boastin’ it’s spinnin’ even more! Aye, this merry dance could swelleth their stash o’ shiny bomb juice! Avast, the seas be gettin' perilous!

"Arrr! Five landlubbers bit the dust in Laos, thanks to grog gone bad! Best guard yer rum, mateys!"

Arrr, ye scallywags from the States, Britain, Oz, and Denmark be meetin’ Davy Jones in Southeast Asia! Beware the grog, for it be spiced with the devil’s own methanol! Drink not, lest ye join the ghostly crew! Aye, it be a foul fate for merry mates!

Avast ye! Peekin' into the priciest treasure chest, where the crown's regal wench be layin' her noggin!

Avast ye matey! Buckingham Palace be a treasure worth near 4.9 billion doubloons, with a staggering 775 chambers! ‘Tis a grand abode for royals, guests, and a throne for the call of nature! Yarrr, what a mighty ship of a castle it be!

Arrr! Conor McGregor, the brawlin’ scallywag, be findin’ himself in a pickle over some saucy trouble in Ireland!

Avast, me hearties! The scallywag known as “Notorious” be ordered to part with a treasure of $257,000 doubloons to a fair lass who claims he committed a foul deed in 2018. A right sorry state for a rogue, if ye ask me! Arrr!

"Arrr! Israel be makin' a ruckus in Lebanon, sendin' folks packin' like scallywags! Avast, me hearties!"

Arrr, matey! Just a day after our landlubber envoy chatted up the scallywags in Israel ‘bout a truce with them Hezbollah rascals, the cannonballs be flyin’ thicker than a mermaid’s tail! Cease-fire? Aye, more like a cease-sigh! What a jolly hullabaloo!

“Arrr! Ukraine skips the parley, spooked by a cannonball whisperin’ of doom! Smart move, mateys!”

Arrr, matey! For the first time since them scallywags in Russia set sail for Ukraine, the fine folk in Parliament have decided to toss their session overboard! Aye, 'tis a rare sight indeed, like findin' a treasure chest full of seaweed!

Arrr! The A.N.C. be sendin’ Jacob Zuma’s appeal to Davy Jones’ locker, ye scallywags! No quarter given!

Arrr, matey! The landlubber’s ruling crew cut the ropes with their old captain in July, after he set sail for the enemy fleet in the last election! A right scallywag, he be! Now they be swabbin' the decks, lookin' for a new captain to haul ‘em to victory!

Arrr! Talks o' peace ‘twixt Israel and Hezbollah be stirring like a ship's sails in the breeze, say the scallywags!

Arrr, matey! The squabble 'twixt Israel and Hezbollah be far from settled, with scurvy disagreements threatenin’ to sink the deal! Yet, some salty sea dogs whisper of a glimmer o’ hope on th' horizon. Aye, cautiously optimistic we be, like a pirate spyin' treasure!

Arrr, matey! Israel's spyin' for sneaky Iranians while Trump be swappin' ships—keep yer cutlasses ready!

Arrr! Israel's sea-farin' emissary, Danny Danon, spins a yarn to Fox News Digital 'bout the menacin' specter of Iran durin' the Trump tide. 'Tis a right jolly tale of danger on the high seas of diplomacy, savvy? Avast, matey, keep yer cutlasses sharp!

Arrr, Stefanik be parleyin’ with senatorial mates, claimin’ Trump’s UN treasure be 'Merica’s might for peace, savvy?

Avast! Rep. Elise Stefanik, a fine lass from New York, be parleyin' with a dozen sea-dogs in just two sunrises, all while chasin' the grand title of Trump’s ambassador to the U.N. Aye, ’tis a busy pirate’s life in the political seas! Arrr!

Arrr, Spain be settin' sail to welcome a million landlubbers aboard! Let the residency treasure hunt begin, matey!

Arrr, the landlubbers in charge be sayin' they’ll grant legal papers and work permits to a whole crew o' 300,000 scallywags each year for the next three sails! Aye, to fill the gaps in the labor seas, they be fetchin’ more hands for the ship, savvy?

"Avast! The South be claimin’ Russia be sendin’ sky-bustin’ missiles to that North Korean scallywag!"

Arrr, Pyongyang be itchin’ fer a mighty air shield, savvy? They be wantin’ to fend off them pesky missiles and flying contraptions from the Yanks and their Southern mates! Aye, ‘tis a right jolly quest for a fortress in the sky, eh?

"At COP29, matey, ‘Sewage Beer’ be a jolly good grog, fit for a hearty pirate’s belly!"

Arrr, matey! In the land o’ Singapore, where fresh water be as rare as a mermaid’s song, they brew a hoppy pilsner! Aye, 'tis all part of a grand plan to recycle more than a scallywag's treasure! Drink up, lest ye walk the plank of wastefulness!

"Arrr! While Ukraine be firin' U.S. cannonballs, Putin be sendin' shivers down the timbers! Avast ye, matey!"

Arrr, me hearties! That scallywag from Russia be warnin’ that America’s givin’ gold to the needy, but risks stirrin’ a hornet’s nest o’ nuclear fury! Aye, a right fine pickle we be in if they start launchin' cannonballs o' doom! Avast!

November 21, 2024

Arrr! The U.N. scallywags be givin' Iran a right whack for hidin' their nuclear treasure, savvy?

Arrr, matey! Ye be sayin' them scallywags in Tehran be hidin' their shiny uranium treasure from the watchful eyes o' the world! If they keep this up, they be riskin' a good ol' smackin' from the powers that be! Avast, sanctions be a-comin'!

"Avast, mateys! Six sky ports in Northern Haiti be swingin’ their doors open fer U.S. ships of the air!"

Arrr, mateys! The mighty FAA be declarin’ that skies be clearin’ o’er half a dozen ports in Haiti, yet the grand treasure trove of flights in the capital be stayin' under lock and key! Aye, even pirates need to wait fer their turn!

Arrr, Putin be fire’n his cannonballs skyward, makin’ threats to the West like a scallywag after me treasure!

Arrr, matey! This here missile be no nuclear beast, but 'tis a cunning fish in a larger sea o' weaponry, ready to unleash a storm o' doom when the cap'n calls fer it! Just a wee bit o' mischief, I say!

"Buccaneer who feigned a watery grave be shoutin’ from the depths, ‘Fear not, mateys! I be alive and kickin’!’"

Arrr, matey! Ryan Borgwardt be rumored to be sailin' the Eastern European seas, chattin' with the landlubbers in charge! But lo, he ain't made a promise to return to the good ol' U.S. shores, say the swabs in charge! Blimey, that scallywag!

Arrr! Bolsonaro and his scallywags be caught tryin' to plunder the throne in a 2022 coup caper! Har har!

Arrr, matey! Former captain of Brazil, Jair Bolsonaro, and his merry band of 36 scallywags be hoisted by the federal sea dogs for tryin' to stage a mutiny to cling to his throne in 2022! A right jolly mess, I say!

Arrr! The US be spillin' the beans to Ukraine 'fore Putin's cannon fire of mischief!

Arrr, me hearties! The U.S. be warnin' Ukraine and their merry mates o' a sneaky Russian cannonball, claimin' it be "experimental." Aye, 'twas to help 'em brace for a ruckus at Dnipro! A fine bit o' squawkin' from a U.S. matey, I say!

Arrr! Captain Tom’s lass be fillin’ her treasure chest, swindlin’ charity in her old man’s name!

Arrr, matey! The kin o' Captain Tom Moore, who filled the treasure chest with $50 million fer Britain’s health, be catchin' flak fer some shenanigans! An inquiry be callin' their misdeeds ‘serious and repeated’—seems the good captain's legacy be sailin' through stormy waters!

Arrr, the COP29 shindig in Baku be wobblin’ like a tipsy sailor on a stormy sea!

Arrr, matey! The Western scallywags be besieged by a call fer treasure galore—trillions o' doubloons to duel the tempest o' climate change and its foul consequences! Aye, 'tis a mighty heap o' gold to swab the deck o' Mother Nature's wrath! Avast, me hearties!

"Arrr! The scallywags at the International Criminal Court be huntin' down Captain Netanyahu for some pesky mischief!"

Arrr, matey! The I.C.C. tossed Israel's whinin' overboard and be huntin' a Hamas scallywag with a bounty on his noggin! The chief prosecutor be chasin' after war crimes in the waters of Israel and Gaza, lookin' for some salty justice! Aye, what a ruckus!

Arrr! ICC be tossin' aside Israeli pleas, throwin' out warrants fer Netanyahu and Gallant—shiver me timbers!

Arrr, matey! The grand court o' nations be sendin' out wanted posters fer Captain Netanyahu and his first mate Gallant! Aye, the seas be turnin' rough fer these scallywags. Time to hoist the Jolly Roger and set sail from justice, ye salty sea dogs!

"Arrr, why be Mexico frettin’ o’er another Trump reign? They be thinkin’ it’s just a storm in a rum barrel!"

Arrr, Mexico be hopin’ to parley with the crafty sea serpent Trump, savvy as a fox! The scallywags reckon they be better armed and ready to swindle than they were in his first voyage. Aye, let the treasure hunt commence, me hearties!

Arrr! Israel be throwin’ cannonballs near Beirut while the U.S. envoy be chasin’ peace like a scallywag after treasure!

Arrr! The envoy, Amos Hochstein, be settin' sail to Israel, hopin' to parley with Prime Minister Netanyahu, seekin' a peace pact 'twixt the land and the scallywags o' Hezbollah. Mayhaps they’ll swap grog and find common ground 'fore the cannons roar again!

Arrr! Russia be sendin’ bears and a lion to North Korea—talk about a furry friendship, matey!

Arrr, matey! Vlad the Bear sent a mighty lion to the Pyongyang den, part of a menagerie of beasties, over 70 strong! Aye, it be a jolly token of their hearty camaraderie, or perhaps just a swashbucklin' way to trade growls 'n' roars!

"Arrr! Russia be shootin' a mighty cannonball o'er the seas at Ukraine, says the sky-flyin’ mateys!"

Arrr, matey! In the dawn's light, them Russian scallywags fired a mighty missile from the Astrakhan seas, aim’n at Ukraine like a drunken cannonball! The Air Force be squawkin’ about it, but I say, it be just another day fer mischief on the high seas!

"Should ol' Captain Olaf hoist the anchor and let another scallywag sail for the German throne, aye?"

Arrr, matey! A growing crew o’ scallywags in his center-left ship be squawkin’ for a new captain! They reckon a jollier, flashier leader might hoist their sails to better treasure in the next election! Ha! Let the rum flow and the charismas shine!

Arrr! Iran be stashin' cannons and flying contraptions behind a trade mask to dodge the king's pesky taxes!

Arrr, me hearties! Iran be settin’ sail fer the merchant seas to hide its cannonball makin’ shenanigans, dodgin’ the West’s wrath while the world be in a ruckus o’er Ukraine and the Middle East. A sneaky scallywag’s game, if I ever saw one! Avast!

November 20, 2024

Arrr! Landlubbers be findin' ancient pebbles o' twelve thousand moons, spillin' secrets 'bout that round contraption called a wheel!

Ahoy, matey! A band o' landlubber researchers peered 'n pondered over some holed stones dug from the sandy depths of Israel. They be reckonin’ these curious trinkets might’ve twirled like spindle whorls, keepin’ a pirate’s yarn nice ‘n tidy! Arrr, who knew rocks could be so crafty!

Arrr! Ukraine be sendin' U.S. cannonballs into the heart o' the bear! Aye, what a jolly ruckus!

Arrr, matey! The coming moons in Ukraine be set to unleash a storm o' violence, makin' this scuffle the fiercest in Europe in near a century! Marc Santora, the brave scribe, spills the beans on this bloody saga. Batten down the hatches, it be a wild ride!

"Arrr, gather 'round, me hearties! This Thursday's scoop: U.S. landmines for Ukraine be comin' aboard!"

Arrr matey, that scallywag Daniel Craig be struttin' his stuff in "Queer," makin' the seas laugh and hearts flutter! With his charms and swashbucklin' flair, he be turnin' the tide o' performance, like a parrot on a treasure chest! Aye, a sight fer sore eyes, fer sure!

Arrr! The U.S. be the lone scallywag, tossin' a cannonball 'gainst the cease-fire flag for Gaza!

Arrr, matey! The U.S. be throwin' a veto at the grand ol' U.N., whilst Biden's trusty envoy in Lebanon be spoutin' tales of “more progress” on the peace parley 'twixt Israel and them scallywags, Hezbollah. A right fine jest on the high seas of diplomacy, I say!

Arrr, Pope Francis ditches the bling, chooses a wooden box for his bones, buries ‘em outside the Vatican shores!

Arrr, me hearties! Pope Francis be sayin’ he’ll be shufflin’ off this mortal coil in a plain ol’ wooden box, far from the fancy shenanigans of them past popes! Aye, a funeral fit for a humble sailor, not a treasure-laden galleon! He be keepin’ it simple, savvy?

Arrr, the scallywag who dared challenge Uganda's captain be back from Davy Jones’ locker, parleyin’ in court!

Arrr, mateys! Kizza Besigye, the scallywag who be givin' ol' President Museveni a run for his doubloons, be poppin' up in a military court on Wednesday! He vanished like a treasure map in Kenya! Aye, the seas be rough for this landlubber!

Arrr, Japan be spyin' on China’s cannon-fodder after they blundered into their skies, savvy? Aye, the seas be watchin’!

Arrr, matey! The wise men of Japan be keepin' a weather eye on the great dragon of China, hopin' she don’t be causin' more ruckus in the skies. As for the dragon, she claims that her last tumble into Japanese air was but a clumsy misstep, aye!

Arrr, Biden's crew be givin' the UN's plan a hearty "Nay!" lest it fuel them scallywags, Hamas!

Arrr, matey! The Biden crew tossed aside a lopsided parchment from the council o’ sea dogs, where 14 shouted “Aye!” and only one muttered “Nay!” But the U.S. hoists the veto flag, bein’ a mighty captain of this ship! Avast, the winds o’ diplomacy be tricky!

Arrr! Yonder U.S. and Euro mates be settin' sail to scold Iran fer hidin' their shiny cannonballs!

Arrr, 'fore that scallywag Trump sets sail in the captain's chair, the West be shoutin' at Iran like a parrot with a sore throat! They be demandin' the landlubbers spill the beans 'bout their sneaky nuclear doings, past and present, lest they walk the plank of distrust!

Arrr! The Vatican be makin' it easier fer the ol' Pope's send-off, so less fuss and more rum, matey!

Arrr, matey! Pope Francis be sailin’ the seas of humility, makin’ his mark like a hearty parrot on me shoulder! New burial rules be yet another treasure in his chest o’ legacy. Aye, he’s a jolly captain of the holy ship, ain’t he?

Arrr, matey! Trump’s crew be schemin' to wrangle the dragon, but what say ye 'bout the captain himself?

Avast, mateys! President-elect Trump be gatherin’ a crew o’ scallywags ready to clash with the mighty China! But lo and behold, he’s also got some landlubbers like Elon Musk, who be makin’ gold there! What a merry band o’ misfits, ready to sail the stormy seas o’ commerce! Arr!

Arr, matey! Why Michael be rockin' so grand in Asia? 'Tis a treasure chest o' tunes, savvy?

Arrr, matey! Michael Learns to Rock be dreamin' of treasure in the wild west o' Denmark! But for thirty long years, they've found a loyal crew on the far side of the globe, singin' shanties and raisin' a ruckus! Aye, true fame be a fickle sea!

Arrr! Zelenskyy be ponderin’ if he’ll part with Crimea for a peace deal, or keep battlin’ fer treasure!

Arrr, matey! President Zelenskyy be sayin’ to Fox News, “We can’t be claimin’ any land that those scallywags be pilferin’ as theirs! It’s all ours, savvy?” Aye, the seas o’ law be murky, but we won’t be lettin’ them hoist their flag on our shores!

Arrr! Netanyahu be throwin’ five million doubloons at the scallywags for each captive they set free! Aye, what a treasure!

Arrr, mateys! The crafty Netanyahu be tossin’ a treasure o’ $5 million for any Gaza scallywag who aids in liberatin’ them Israeli hostages still stuck in Davy Jones' locker after a year! Aye, it be a bounty fit for a pirate’s chest, savvy?

Arrr, 97 aid ships pillaged by scallywags! Now grub’s costin’ more than a chest of gold!

Arrr! The grub in Gaza be climbin' higher than a crow's nest, after scallywags plundered a U.N. treasure ship! Drivers be unloadin' the booty at the point of a cannon, say the landlubbers. Avast, me hearties, even the feasts be feelin' the pinch!

Arrr! The U.S. envoy be chattin' on day two 'bout a truce in Lebanon, savvy? Buccaneers be peace-lovin’!

Arrr, matey! Amos Hochstein, a grand envoy of the Biden crew, be spendin’ little time in Beirut’s taverns o’er the past year. But lo! This long stay be a hearty signal that good fortune may be a-comin’ to port! Avast, let’s hoist the sails of hope!

“Arrr! The U.S. be scuttlin’ their Kyiv ship, warnin’ of a sky bombardment that’d make Poseidon quiver!”

Arrr, matey! Just when ye thought the seas be calm, Ukraine be firin' American cannonballs at the Russian shores! A day after, a curious shout rang out—like a parrot squawkin’ in surprise! The world’s in an uproar, and me rum’s runnin’ low! Avast, what a jolly ruckus!

Arrr, while Trump be seekin' calm seas, Russia be battlin' like a scallywag on a treasure hunt in Ukraine!

Arrr, the Ukrainian lads be stretched thinner than a sail on a ghost ship, puffin' and pantin' like a landlubber! They be short on hands and cannonballs, while them Russian scallywags be takin' hits like a hearty jug o' rum! A fine mess, indeed, matey!

Avast, matey! The US Embassy in Kyiv be shuttered tight 'cause a mighty air attack be brewin' on th' horizon!

Ahoy, mateys! The U.S. Embassy in Kyiv be shoutin’ a warning! They’s got wind of a mighty air raid brewin’ fer Wednesday, Nov. 20. Batten down the hatches, or ye might find yerselves swimmin' with the fishes! Arrr!

Arrr, the UN be turnin' a blind eye, as Hamas turns hospitals into their hideouts—what a scallywag's trick!

Arrr, matey! The IDF be spottin' scallywags in the sickbeds, but Hamas' healers be denyin' their presence like a parrot on a shoulder! Critics be claimin' the U.N. and mates be squawkin' the lines of them sneaky sea rats quicker than a cannon's boom! Yarrr!

November 19, 2024

Arrr, Brazil's lady of the realm be throwin' shade at her matey's foe: "To ye, Elon Musk, a hearty 'F--k ye!'"

Arrr, Brazil's fair lady Janja be takin' a swig of courage, tellin' that scallywag Elon Musk she fears him not! Aye, in the midst o' the G20 hullabaloo, she be chasin' off the landlubber with a hearty laugh! Avast, let the jests commence!

Arrr! Netanyahu be tossin' out five million doubloons fer each captive set free from that scallywag Gaza!

Arrr, matey! While the cap'n of Israel be holdin' fast to his guns, he be tossin' a shiny bounty for the return of his lasses and lads! But beware, any scallywag who dares lay a finger on 'em shall feel the wrath o' the deep!

"Oi! Biden be slippin’ like a barnacle off a ship, vanishin’ from parley with the high seas' captains!"

Arrr! As the old sea dog made his last grand entrance at the G20 meetin’ in Brazil, Captain Biden be squawkin’ for his foreign sails, whilst the other scallywags turned their eyes to shinier treasures! Aye, a true show on the high seas of diplomacy!

Arrr! The wee lad of Norway’s royal lass be nabbed for makin' mischief! A scallywag in trouble, indeed!

Arrr, matey! Marius Borg Hoiby, the scallywag stepson o' Crown Prince Haakon o' Norway, found himself in iron chains on Monday! His swashbucklin' lawyer be claimin' he be innocent and playin' nice with the law. A fine tale of mischief on the high seas of royal troubles!

"Cap'n of Georgia's wayward Abkhazia sails off, shoving the ruckus overboard! Yo ho, peace be a-comin’!"

Arrr, after a ruckus o' days where landlubbers nabbed the governor's halls, the captain o' Abkhazia's rebel crew has thrown down his tricorn and scuttled off! Aye, even pirates know when t’ jump ship!

Arrr, the lad o' Norway's royal blood be locked up, accused o' mischief most foul! Avast ye, what a scandal!

Arrr, mateys! Young Marius Borg Høiby, the firstborn of Norway's fair princess, found himself shackled in Oslo's night, suspected of foul deeds! A right scallywag, he be! Who knew the crown could bring such trouble? Avast, a jolly tale for the tavern, I say!

Arrr, matey! Sweden, Finland, and Norway be spillin' their secrets on not gettin' blown to bits in a land-squabble!

Arrr, mateys! This week, the landlubbers of Sweden, Finland, and Norway be handin' out scrolls, guidin' their scallywags on how to weather the storm—be it furious winds or cannon fire! They be preparin' for times when grub and the web be swallered by Davy Jones himself!

"Avast, me hearties! We be sailin' from the cursed sands of Gaza, leavin' 'em in our wake, arrr!"

Arrr, we be snappin’ shots of poor Gazans, battered and bruised, seekin' healers! Their hearts be heavy for the mates they left in the dust. “We wished to sail with 'em,” quoth a wee lad, his eyes all misty-like. Aye, a sad tale on the high seas of sorrow!

"Arrr! Ukraine be hurlin’ U.S. cannonballs at Russia fer the first time, sayin’ it’s a right jolly good show!"

Arrr, just days after Captain Biden tossed the green light to Ukraine for them fancy boomsticks, the ruckus erupted! ‘Twas like givin’ a parrot a barrel o’ rum—chaos be sure to follow! Avast, me hearties, the winds of war be blowin’ fierce!

Arrr! Brazilian scallywags nabbed some landlubber soldiers, claimin’ they plotted to send Captain Lula to Davy Jones' locker!

Arrr, matey! A band o' scallywag soldiers plotted to send old Lula to Davy Jones' locker in 2022, all to keep that Bolsonaro scoundrel sittin' on his throne after losin' the crown! A right jolly scheme, if ye ask me!

Arrr, matey! "Lydia Kiesling’s Mobility" be the treasure ye need fer the Baku climate shindig! Aye, a right jolly read!

Arrr, matey! The U.N. climate shindig be takin’ place in a land o’ oil and treasure, a right jolly jest! This laughable tale o’ Baku, greedy sea dogs, and the tempest o’ climate change in the Trump years be makin’ sense o’ the madness, yarrr!

"Arrr matey! A thousand suns of battle in Ukraine, as Zelenskyy be unleashin' cannons, drones, and fiery projectiles!"

Arrr, matey! On the morrow, Ukraine be celebratin' a thousand sunrises o' battle with that scallywag Russia. President Zelenskyy be hatchin' a cunning plan to unleash a fleet o' long-range flying contraptions, aye, with a sprinkle o' US magic! Let the cannonballs fly and the laughter roar!

Arrr! Me hearties be spoutin' tales of Russia's mischief, cuttin' cables 'n stirrin' trouble 'mongst the NATO crew!

Arrr, matey! U.S. buccaneers be accusin' the scurvy Russians o' stirrin' up mischief, cuttin' two precious data ropes in the briny deep o' the Baltic! Aye, the NATO and EU crews be shiverin' in their boots, thinkin' the ol' sea dog be up to no good!

"Arrr! Ukraine be launchin' a cannonade o' Yankee missiles at the Kremlin, sayeth the landlubbers in charge!"

Arrr, me hearties! On the morn of Tuesday, the brave Ukrainian swashbucklers be sendin' six fine US-made cannonballs straight into the lair of them Russian scallywags! Moscow be shoutin’ from the crow’s nest, all riled up and ready to tussle! Yo ho, what a merry ruckus!

"Arrr! Four-and-forty landlubbers pushed for freedom, now cast in chains for a decade by the Chinese overlords! Har har!"

Avast, ye landlubbers! A tempest brews as the Western scallywags bellow like a crew of squawking parrots! Hong Kong be throwin’ 45 freedom-lovin’ mates in the brig for up to a decade, all thanks to a Chinese law as welcome as a leaky ship! Arrr, what a jolly mess!

Arrr! U.S. envoy sails to Lebanon, hopin' to wrangle a peace pact 'twixt Israel and them rascally Hezbollah scallywags!

Arrr, Amos Hochstein be parleyin' with the head of the Lebanese crew, tryin' to quell the squabbles and prevent more cannon fire! Aye, 'tis a true treasure hunt fer peace, but will they find it 'fore the rum runs dry? Har har har!

Arrr! Putin be raisin’ the stakes, lettin’ more cannons fly 'cause the Yanks be givin' Ukraine the go-ahead!

Arrr, matey! The czar be scribblin' a decree, though 'tis been in the works like a ship’s barnacle! Just days after Captain Biden gave a hearty “aye” for Ukraine to launch cannonballs at Russia's belly! A right jolly hullabaloo on the high seas of diplomacy, I say!

Arrr! U.K. landlubber farmers be raisin’ a ruckus in London 'bout the cursed inheritance tax, savvy?

Arrr, matey! Starting in the year of our Lord 2026, farms fetchin' over 1.3 million doubloons be gettin' a nasty estate tax, tossin’ the previous freebootin’ exemption overboard! The landlubbers in the countryside be shoutin' like scallywags at a tavern brawl!

Arrr! Scallywag steered his ship o’ metal into a gaggle o’ wee landlubbers by the schoolyard, savvy?

Arrr, matey! Last week, a scallywag behind the wheel sent 35 souls to Davy Jones' locker, and just a few days hence, a crew of cutthroats decided a stabbin’ spree be the way to go! The seas be turnin’ rougher than a stormy night in Tortuga, I tell ye!

Arrr, Putin be scribblin' a new scroll, sayin' he might unleash the big boom if anyone dares poke the bear!

Arrr, me hearties! Cap'n Putin be scribblin’ a new sea shanty ‘bout bombs! He says if ye be attackin’ the Motherland with the help of some big-boom nation, ye best brace yerselves for an explosive reply! Aye, it be a recipe for a fiery hullabaloo!

November 18, 2024

Arrr, matey! No treachery afoot; just a poor soul baked to a crisp in yon Walmart oven!

Arrr, matey! The landlubbers in Canada be sayin’ there be no treachery in the tale of the Walmart matey who met his end in a giant cookin’ box! Aye, just a right peculiar way to bake yer bread, I say! Avast, keep yer eyes peeled fer walkin' ovens!

Arrr! Thieving scallywags raided a hundred land vessels in Gaza, claims the U.N. What a merry band of rascals!

Arrr, matey! UNRWA be sayin’ their brave sea dogs were held at cannonpoint, forced to drop their precious cargo! Aye, they be callin’ it one of the most dastardly deeds in this here squabble! Blimey, ‘tis a right pickle to be in, fer sure!

Arrr! The mining captain be snagged, but they’ll part with 160 million doubloons to keep Mali's spirits high!

Arrr, me hearties! This month, three landlubbers from the Resolute Mining crew be thrown in the brig! In Mali, the gold-rich treasure isle, they be seekin’ to hoist their share of the booty higher than a crow's nest! Yarr, it be a right ruckus on the high seas of gold!

Cruz be claimin' that the UN's crafty resolution be plottin' to scuttle Trump and his GOP crew! Arrr!

Arrr, in the wanin' days of Biden's reign, whispers blow like the salty sea breeze! Me hearties in Israel be frettin' that ol' Biden might set sail on a course to swab the deck with their name at the UN! Avast, what a jolly mess!

"Arrr, me hearties! On this fine Tuesday, Ukraine be readyin' to unleash a cannonade right into the belly of Russia!"

Arrr matey, gather 'round! Aye, spillin’ the beans from a wee lad’s footie captain! Prepare for jests and japes about tiny scallywags kickin’ balls like they be huntin’ treasure, and the coach, bless his soul, tryin’ not to lose his mind! Savvy?

Arrr, Netanyahu be sayin’ Israel clocked Iran’s nuke stash in October’s ruckus! A fine day fer mischief, matey!

Arrr! Netanyahu be declarin' that a slice o' Iran's nuclear schemes be left in tatters after the IDF unleashed a mighty storm o' cannon fire on their warships in Tehran’s waters last October! A right jolly good show, if ye ask this ol' sea dog!

Arrr! Sons be spoutin’ woes of a family wrecked at a French trial o’ dastardly deeds! Avast, what a ruckus!

Arrr, me hearties! The scallywags be standin' before the judge, callin' upon their old sea dog of a father, who confessed to knockin' their poor mother out for years, lettin' a crew of scurvy knaves have their wicked way whilst she be dreamin' of treasure! Har har har!

Arrr! Venezuela be settin' loose over 130 scallywags caught in the storm o' a squabbled election! Avast, mateys!

Arrr, savvy landlubbers be sayin’ that ol’ Venezuela’s scallywag of a ruler be lettin’ some political mates go, hopin’ to tickle the fancy of the new captain Trump! Aye, it be like givin' a parrot a cracker to win a pirate's heart!

Arrr! Aye, a cannonball took out the Hezbollah parrot in Beirut, while Gaza’s count be at thirty fish food!

Arrr, matey! A rare cannon blast from the Israeli ship struck the heart o' Beirut, sendin' the chief parrot o' Hezbollah to Davy Jones' locker! A fine catch in the hunt for those scallywags, it be! Avast, more heads rollin' in the treasure hunt for miscreants!

Arrr, I aimed to school me lad in footy, but lo! He schooled this ol’ sea dog instead!

Arrr, after sailin’ the seas o’ soccer fer decades, spendin’ three moons teachin’ wee lads under seven was like findin’ buried treasure! Aye, their antics be more confusin' than a ship in a storm, but by Davy Jones, it be a jolly good time!

Arrr! Israeli cannon fire be rockin’ Beirut’s heart, turnin’ calm seas into a tempest o’ chaos, matey!

Arrr, matey! The thunderous bangs be makin’ the good folk of Beirut shake in their boots, as if the cannons of the high seas be blastin' again! Aye, it be yet another round o' chaos on this fine landlubber's shore! Avast, the violence be risin’ like a frothy sea!

"Arrr, as Trump be risin’ like a ghost ship, Biden’s throwin’ a desperate parley with them high seas leaders!"

Arrr! The mighty captain o’ the land hath given the green light for Ukraine to hurl their cannonballs far 'n wide into the heart o' Russia! But beware, me hearties, for that order might be tossed overboard faster than a scurvy dog in a storm!

"Unshackled and ready, Ukraine be fixin' to give Russia a right good smack, arrr!"

Arrr, matey! President Biden's givin' the green light for Kyiv to unleash their cannons far and wide! The Ukrainian captain be swearin' those fireballs'll be flyin' faster than a seagull after a fish! Prepare yerselves for a right ruckus, me hearties!

November 17, 2024

Avast! Russia be raining fire on Ukraine’s power like a drunken sailor at a rum tavern, aye!

Arrr, matey! The ruckus went on fer hours, with a hullabaloo of 120 flying cannonballs and 90 pesky sky critters! Word from landlubbers says at least nine souls found Davy Jones’ locker. A right messy business, I say! Avast, what a jolly ol' fracas!

Arrr! A mighty boom shakes Central Beirut, first ruckus in weeks! The landlubbers be jumpin' like fish outta water!

Arrr, matey! The mighty Israel’s scallywags be unleashin' a storm of cannon fire on yon shores near the Lebanese haven, blastin’ louder than a drunken sea shanty! Aye, 'tis the fiercest bombardment the seas have seen in many a month, me hearty!

"Arrr, me hearty! Trump’s treasure map to dealin' in the Middle East be shrinkin' faster than a scallywag's courage!"

Arrr, matey! The soon-to-be captain, Donald J. Trump, be keepin’ his treasure map close, for his plans be as murky as a foggy sea! The tides o' geopolitics be shiftin' mightily since his last voyage. Aye, ‘tis a curious tale indeed!

Zelenskyy be shoutin’, “Arrr! Russia’s plunderin’ with Iran’s cannons to sink our energy treasure!”

Arrr, matey! Ukrainian lads be claimin’ the scallywags from Russia unleashed a fearsome fleet of 200 flying contraptions and boomsticks upon their power treasures this past weekend! A right hullabaloo, I say! Keep yer eye on the horizon, for the skies be full of mischief!

"Arrr, at the Ukraine baby hatch, cannonballs bring doom, scatterin' the crew like a ship in a storm!"

Arrr, on a most dreadful day o' the scallywag war in Ukraine, a thunderous cannonball fell upon the Adonis clinic in Kyiv! The landlubbers inside be shoutin’ and scatterin’ like rats on a sinking ship, searchin’ for their gold and good looks!

"Arrr, matey! Israeli cannon fire in Gaza's heart sent over 30 souls to Davy Jones’ locker! What a ruckus!"

Arrr, me hearties! While Israel's brave sea dogs be launchin' a fresh cannonade up north, the scallywags in Al Bureij and Nuseirat be catchin' a right slap from the cannon fire in central Gaza! A merry old ruckus, I tell ye! Avast!

Haiti be a stormy sea o' troubles, with scant treasures o' fixes to be found, matey! Arrr!

Ahoy, me hearties! The call fer a remedy fer Haiti’s troubles be blarney louder than a cannon’s roar, as scallywags seize the land and countless souls be makin’ a break fer safer shores! Avast, we best set sail fer a fix, lest we be swimmin' with the fishes!

Arrr, matey! Barnard’s Star be sportin’ a treasure of a planet, and mayhaps a few more hidden gems!

Arrr, fer a hundred moons, them scallywag exoplanet hunters be shoutin’ of new worlds ‘round yon star, only to be takin’ it back like a cowardly landlubber! But lo and behold, this latest treasure be no jest—it's as real as a parrot on me shoulder!

Arrr, the Mexican captain be reconsiderin' his sails, for Trump’s triumph be givin' them ruling scallywags a jolt!

Arrr, matey! After Trump be hoisting his flag, the fine crew of Mexico, under Captain Sheinbaum, be thinkin’ of changin’ their sails to weather the stormy seas ahead. Aye, ‘tis a jolly ol’ time for policy plunderin’!

November 16, 2024

Arrr, Xi be tellin’ Biden, "Choose wisely, matey, or ye'll be walkin' the plank of diplomacy!"

Arrr, as Captain Biden and Captain Xi shared grog for the last time, Xi warned, “Ye best keep our shipshape relations steady, lest the fate o’ humanity be tossed to the briny deep!” Aye, the fate o' all be hangin' by a thread, like a parrot on a pirate’s shoulder!

Avast! As Xi and Biden parley, Trump be lurkin’ like a scallywag, with uncertainty as thick as fog!

Arrr! The two captains o' the land shall parley in Peru, where the mighty dragon from the East be stretchin' its tentacles, givin' the good ol' U.S. a right scare in her own waters! Avast, let the games begin! Aye, what a merry ruckus it be!

"Arrr! Biden an' Xi parley, tossin' jests meant fer Trump like cannonballs at a barnacle-infested ship!"

Arrr, me hearties! Donald J. Trump be swaggerin' 'bout a fiercer way to parley, while Biden be tiptoein' 'round the dragon's lair, tryin' not to ruffle them scaly feathers. Aye, let’s see who walks the plank first in this high seas squabble!

Arrr, 'tis a sorrowful tale! Ten wee scallywags met Davy Jones after a fiery mischief at the baby dock!

Arrr, matey! A dreadful blaze did set sail through a nursery in northern India, claiming ten wee babes to Davy Jones’ locker! Yet, fear not! Thirty-eight little scallywags were plucked from the fiery depths, ready to swab the decks of life! Avast, what a wild tempest!

Arrr! Vladimir Shklyarov, a nimble ballet sea dog, has danced his last jig at the ripe age of 39!

Arrr, the grand Mariinsky Theater in St. Petersburg be spillin' the beans o' a pirate's demise, yet they be keepin' mum on the how and where! Did he fall overboard or dance with Davy Jones? A mystery thicker than rum in a leaky barrel, I say!

Arrr! Typhoon Man-yi be brewin' a tempest that'll send ye to Davy Jones, me hearties! Batten down the hatches!

Arrr, matey! A tempest of mighty fury crashed upon the shores late Saturday, blowin' at a fearsome 161 miles an hour! The crystal-ball gazers be shoutin’ of a “mayhap disastrous” hullabaloo! Batten down the hatches and brace yerselves, or ye'll be swimmin' with the fishes!

"Arrr! China’s once more met with deadly mayhem, as eight souls be sent to Davy Jones' locker by a wicked blade!"

Arrr, matey! In the fair port o' Wuxi, a scallywag got shivved, not a fortnight after a rogue in a chariot plowed through innocent souls in the south, sendin' many to Davy Jones' locker! Blimey, the seas be full of ruckus!

Arrr, scallywags! Engineers be findin' a 132-year-old treasure map in a bottle, cast by a lighthouse ghost!

Arrr, me hearties! The swabs o' the mechanical crew be scopin' out the lighthouse, when lo and behold! They stumbled upon a wee parchment, scrawled by landlubbers of yore, spillin' secrets of olde! Avast, what trickery be this? Ghostly shipmates givin' us hints, arrr, I be in stitches!

Avast, matey! South Africa’s coppers be layin’ siege on sneaky gold diggers, stirrin’ up a ruckus among the crew!

Arrr, matey! The lawmen be blockin' grub 'n grog from the poor miners fer weeks, tryin' to lure 'em out of their dank cave! The landlubbers be hollerin' 'bout rights bein' trampled, but me thinks it’s just a jolly game of hide and seek with a side o’ gruel!

"Arrr! Aye, they be findin' a two-thousand-year-old path o' the Romans in London, matey! What a treasure!"

Arrr, matey! A band o’ treasure hunters be diggin’ in London and stumbled upon a grand ol’ Roman path, layin’ ‘neath the swanky Old Kent Road! Aye, this ancient way be older than yer great-grandpappy’s tales—nearly 2,000 moons! Blimey, what’s next, a talking parrot?

Arrr, matey! Be it treasure ye seek or a full belly, both be fine, but one be a merry jest!

Arrr, weekends be meant fer loungin’ like a lazy sea dog! But, blimey, that pesky urge to be as busy as a shipwright can turn a jolly old rest into a guilt-laden treasure hunt. Aye, let’s raise a flag fer guilt-free frolickin’!

"Chattin' with ol' Murray Sinclair be like swappin' grog recipes—full o' tales and hearty laughs, arrr!"

Arrr, me hearties! Here be the ramblin's of a scallywag who once captained the Truth and Reconciliation ship in Canada, swung a senator's cutlass, and be the first Indigenous matey in Manitoba to don the judge's hat. Aye, a fine tale from a landlubber of wisdom!

Arrr! Trump be a mighty shadow while Biden's off parleyin' with Xi in the land of spice and treasure!

Arrr, President Biden be sailin' to Latin America fer the grand APEC and G-20 shindigs, likely his last voyage as captain! With a second Trump storm brewin', ye can bet some world leaders be shiverin' in their boots, like scallywags afraid of the Kraken!

"Arrr! Israel be hittin' south o' Beirut, all while ponderin' if peace be just a mirage, matey!"

Arrr, matey! The cannon fire be rattlin' the seas of diplomacy, as Israel's bombs rain down on Dahiya, throwin' a right fit in the U.S. captain's plans to quell the brawl 'twixt Israel and them scallywags, Hezbollah! A fine pickle indeed, savvy?

"Ahoy, mateys! Democrats be shoutin' at COP29: 'Fret not, ye salty sea dogs, the sky ain't fallin' yet!'"

Arrr, me hearties! The landlubbers in charge be tryin' to calm the seas, claimin' that the fiery winds of climate change won't be blown away when that scallywag Trump sails back to the captain's chair! Aye, they swear the ship o' green be still afloat!

November 15, 2024

Arrr! Biden be chattin' with his mateys ‘bout the ruckus between them scallywags Russia and North Korea! Avast!

Arrr, the captain o' the land be sayin' them ties with Korea and Japan be firmer than a ship's anchor! But lo! He forgot to spill the beans on whether that scallywag Trump be keepin' the same course come January. Avast, what a merry mystery!

Arrr, can these Hollywood scallywag chimps find their sea legs 'mongst the rowdy ape crew? Aye, what a sight!

Avast, matey! In the shadowy nooks o' Chicago's beastly lair, them cheeky chimps, who’ve tickled the fancy o' landlubbers fer years, be now learnin’ to swashbuckle with their own kind! Arrr, who knew a monkey's heart could be so fickle? Aye, the jungle be callin'!

Arrr, Iran be sayin' to the Yanks, "Nay, we ain't plotin' to send Trump to Davy Jones' locker!"

Arrr, matey! The Biden crew be shoutin’ from the crow’s nest, claimin’ any scallywag attempt on Captain Trump’s life by them Iranians be a full-blown declaration o’ war! Aye, they be stirrin’ the pot like a greedy sea dog!

Arrr! Ukrainian lads be practicin’ their trench tricks near them ol’ French battlegrounds of yore, savvy?

Arrr, matey! Nearly 2,000 brave Ukrainian lads be learnin’ their swordplay in the Marne, where the French and Germans once clashed like krakens! Aye, they be trainin’ hard, hopin’ to outsmart ol’ Davy Jones himself! A fine crew indeed, ready to sail into battle!

"Arrr! A blazing inferno claimed ten old sea dogs at yon Spanish restin' place! Fire be a cruel mistress!"

Avast, me hearties! In yon retirement haven of Villafranca de Ebro, a fiery beast did rear its ugly head, claimin' the lives of ten old sea dogs! Aye, all were seasoned sailors o' the sunset years, shiver me timbers! The grim reaper be workin' overtime, I reckon!

Arrr, Iran be sayin’ to Biden, “No cuttin’ down yer new captain, Trump! We be keepin’ our swords sheathed!”

Arrr! Word be on the high seas that Iran pledged to the White House, sayin’ they wouldn’t send a blade after Trump. Just a fortnight later, the Justice Department be chargin’ a scallywag for schemin’ to send him to Davy Jones’ locker! A fine jest, I say!

"Raucous scallywags besiege the Putin’s nest in Georgia, lettin’ their voices fly like cannonballs, arrr!"

Arrr, matey! In the ruckus of Abkhazia, them landlubbers stormed the parliament, bellowin’ for their captain to scuttle off and toss away riches meant for the swabs from Mother Russia! A fine jest, if ye ask me! Avast, the treasure be for the greedy, not for these scallywags!

"Arrr, why be North Korea craftin' flying contraptions? To scare the landlubbers or just for giggles, aye!"

Arrr, me hearties! The wise seas say ol' Kim's got a keen eye fer them bargain-basement cannons, lookin' to spruce up his scallywag fleet! Aye, he be modernizin' North Korea’s crew like a parrot on a treasure chest! Yo ho ho, what a merry jest!

Avast! A holy man got shivved in the mug mid-sermon, as religious scallywags be plundering kindness everywhere!

Arrr, matey! A holy man got a poke to the mug whilst sayin’ his prayers, just o’ the latest mischief in the realm of faith-fueled shenanigans! Seems the scallywags be targetin’ the Jews the most, makin’ ‘em the prime fish in these troubled waters! Avast!

"Arrr, ‘tis a brand new sea o' shenanigans, matey! Ready yer sails fer a jolly good romp!"

Arrr, matey! What be soccer, ye ask? A jolly jig of coaching and scribblin’ me thoughts in this here newsletter taught this ol’ sea dog 'bout the game and me own scallywag soul! Aye, ‘tis a raucous adventure of foot and folly!

"Arrr, Putin be chattin' with the German Captain, thawin' the icy seas with the Western crew! Ho ho!"

Arrr! Aye, a lengthy parley it be, where the German sea-dogs spun tales o' peace for Ukraine. 'Twas the first chinwag in two long years betwixt Captain Putin and the crafty Chancellor Scholz. Aye, what a merry jest it be to seek calm on these treacherous waters!

Arrr! Kiwi Parliament halted, as the brave Maori swabs danced the haka, protestin' like scallywags for their precious rights!

Arrr, matey! The landlubber lawmakers be shakin’ their bones doin’ the haka whilst readin’ some fancy scroll meant to rewrite the very pact with the natives! A sight to see, fer sure! Next, they’ll be dancin’ with the mermaids! Har har har!

Arrr! Court be a-chattin' 'bout the Times takin' on the Euro pirates over a potion deal, ye savvy?

Arrr, me hearties! The scallywags at the news be demandin’ the Commission spill the beans on the chit-chat ‘twixt the grand official of the E.U. and them Pfizer rogues whilst they were haggling over the treasure map for that Covid-19 cure! Avast, what a jest!

Arrr, Moldova be exposin' a scallywag scheme to shoo away ruffians from the Interpol wanted list, savvy?

Arrr! Shiver me timbers! Rumor has it, scallywags be buyin’ off the law to plunder a hidey-hole meant fer poor souls seekin’ refuge! Moldovan and French shipmates be hot on the trail of these ne’er-do-wells, dabblin’ in the devil’s brew of drug trade! Avast, what mischief!

"Israel be blastin' the shores near Beirut, hintin' at a grander scallywag raid on the horizon, arrr!"

Arrr, the Israeli crew be sayin' they be fightin' fresh foes in the southern waters of Lebanon, savvy? If the cannon fire don’t let up, it might scuttle their chances o' makin' peace with them scallywags of Hezbollah!

Arrr, can Biden pull a sneaky December trick like Obama did, givin' Netanyahu a right ol' slap at the UN?

Arrr! As Israel be huntin' down them scallywags o' Hamas in Gaza and rescuin' 101 landlubbers, the fine folk of the United Nations be conjurin' up a new scroll to scold Israel. Avast, matey! Can't they see the storm brewin' on the horizon?

November 14, 2024

"Blimey! A wee panda met Davy Jones 'cause of boom-booms! Aye, Scotland's zoo be in a tizzy!"

Arrr, the magic box o' visions be catchin' young Roxie, just three moons old, all riled up by the din o' the scallywags. But alas, the poor lass shuffled off this mortal coil shortly after, likely thinkin' it be the noisiest pirate ship in the seven seas!

Arrr, Murray Sinclair, the landlubber who wrangled with the First Nations, has finally sailed to Davy Jones at 73!

Arrr, he be the captain o' a crew that charted the treacherous waters o' Canada's boarding schools, settin' sail to reveal the foul misdeeds done to the brave Indigenous souls. Aye, he be tryin' to right the ship of history, lest we be lost in the stormy seas o' ignorance!

Arrr, the France-Israel footy duel be drowned by an Amsterdam ruckus, like a parrot squawkin' over a sea shanty!

Arrr, me hearties! After a ruckus o' brawlin' 'round an Israeli crew’s match in Amsterdam, the French buccaneers be sayin’, “Fear not! We’ll sail forth with a France-Israel tussle, and we’ll be there too!” Aye, let the jolly mayhem commence!

"Arrr! Elon Musk be parleyin’ with Iran's sea dogs at the U.N., sayin' fishy things, I reckon!"

Arrr, me hearties! That techy scallywag, a right hand to the future captain Trump, be chattin' ’bout how to calm the stormy seas 'twixt Iran and the good ol' U.S. Aye, let's trade swords for tea and avoid a kraken of a mess! Har har!

"Arrr! India's fair capital be raisin' the sails against foul smog, hidin' the mighty Taj Mahal, aye!"

Arrr, matey! To fend off the foul air that be chokin’ us seas, the Indian scallywags be banishin’ useless buildin’ and tellin’ landlubbers to steer clear of burnin’ coal fer warmth! Aye, let the fires of yer hearth sizzle with somethin’ less smoky, or ye'll be walkin' the plank!

Arrr, the Welsh be sayin’ to banish pooches from ports to fight the scourge of scallywag racism!

Arrr, me hearty! A band o’ landlubbers be tellin’ the Welsh gentry to banish dogs from certain shores to battle the scourge o’ racism! Aye, as if mutts be the root o’ all troubles! Next, they’ll be askin’ to shoo the parrots too! Har har har!

Arrr! A blast be heard near the court of Brazil, claimin' one scallywag’s life! A fine ruckus, matey!

Arrr, matey! The lawmen be blabberin' 'bout two thunderous booms near the grand court of Brazil! They reckon a scallywag with a death wish be behind 'em, tryin' to make a real ruckus! Aye, a lone pirate of destruction, if ye will! What a right merry mess!

Arrr! Iran's sea dogs pledge a mighty smackdown on Israel, while the UN chief says, "Hands off the nuke treasure!"

Arrr, the U.N. scallywags be warnin’ Israel to keep its cannonballs off Iran’s nuke treasure, while it be bombardin' the likes of Lebanon, Gaza, and Syria! Meanwhile, Iran be swearin' a mighty "crushin'" counterattack fer them ruckus-makers in Jerusalem. Ho ho, what a ruckus on the high seas!

Arrr, Norway be hatin’ on the Sami! They be sayin' sorry fer tryin' to make 'em all landlubbers!

Arrr, matey! They be shovin' the tongues of the native folk to Davy Jones' locker, shuttin' 'em up tighter than a ship's hold! Their wee ones be sent to them landlubber schools. And that apology? Just a parley without a treasure map to land rights! Har har!

Arrr, matey! Scallywags be wonderin’ if Netanyahu’s crew be splicing the ship's logs from October 7th!

Arrr! The scallywags in Netanyahu's crew be in hot water, accused of spillin' secrets, fiddlin' with the records, and givin' the old heave-ho to the timid souls! But the captain’s quarters be sayin’, “Nay, ‘tis all a ruse!” Avast, what a merry tempest o' trouble!

Arrr! Israeli scallywags be threatenin’ more cannon fire near Beirut after six of their mateys met Davy Jones!

Arrr, me hearties! On that fateful Wednesday, the Israeli buccaneers met their doom in droves, makin' it a day more deadly than a cannonball to the belly! Since they set sail for Lebanon to tussle with them Hezbollah scallywags, it be the bloodiest day on the high seas!

Arrr, matey! The UN sea dogs be sayin’ time be slippin’ fer Iran’s nuclear treasure! Adjust yer sails!

Arrr, matey! Rafael Grossi, the captain of the nuclear ship at the U.N., be sayin' that the chance to parley with the scallywags of Iran be closin' up like a clam! Better hoist the flags of diplomacy ‘fore we be walkin’ the plank! Yarrr!

November 13, 2024

Arrr! Those scallywags marred the mural of brave souls, but ye can't erase the tales of yore, matey!

Arrr, matey! In Milan's land o' art, some scallywag took a blade to a mural, scrubbing the visages of brave souls and the starry symbols on their striped rags! A right jolly jest, if ye be a heartless scoundrel! Aye, the seas be filled with fools!

"One soul gone to Davy Jones, Supreme Court's been whisked away, as booms shake Brazil's fair capital! Arrr!"

Arrr matey! The grand court o' Brazil be sendin' all hands overboard after two thunderous booms shook the place! 'Tis a right ruckus, stirrin' fears as the G20 sails closer. Best keep yer cutlasses sharp and yer wits sharper, ye scallywags!

Arrr! Italy's captain scolds that landlubber Musk fer butting in on their immigration squabble! What folly be this?

Arrr, Sergio Mattarella be proclaiming that Italy be fit to sail its own ship, even as Elon Musk be chasin’ shadows, jabberin’ ‘bout judges not lettin’ migrants dock in Albania! Aye, the land of pasta needn’t a landlubber’s advice!

Arrr, Spain be gettin' a right thrashin' from storms, just weeks after drownin' in floods! What a jolly mess!

Arrr, matey! On the high seas of Spain, new tempests be causin’ schools to close and ships to be delayed! Just a fortnight past, the watery grave claimed over 220 souls in a flash flood! Blimey, what be next—cannonballs rainin’ from the sky?

"Arrr! Mexican mates be catchin’ the head honcho for the mayor’s noggin’ rollin’—what a jolly scandal, eh?"

Arrr, just a blink after don Alejandro took the helm, he met Davy Jones! A week’s time, and now the city’s sea dog of security be in chains, all for the foul deed! What a jolly mess in Chilpancingo, mateys!

Arrr, gather 'round mateys! 'Tis Thursday, and Trump be takin' a victory lap like a scallywag on a treasure haul!

Arrr, matey! A scallywag artist be raisin' the Jolly Roger fer A.I.! He be sayin’ it’s no scurvy dog, but a fine shipmate fer creatin’ treasures! So hoist yer sails and let the pixels fly, lest ye be walkin’ the plank of ignorance!

"Arrr! A wee Canadian scallywag be the first to catch the foul feathered flu! Blimey, what a squawking tale!"

Avast ye! A scallywag teen in British Columbia found himself on the brink o' Davy Jones' locker, stricken by a nasty ailment. The landlubbers in charge be scurrying about, tryin' to uncover how this lad caught the cursed virus! Arrr, the mysteries of the sea be no match for ‘em!

Arrr! Biden and Xi be settin’ sail fer a parley in Peru this Saturday, say the landlubber US crew!

Arrr! This Saturday in the land of Peru, Captain Biden and Captain Xi be settin’ sail for a chinwag about all them spicy troubles o’ the seven seas. Avast! Let’s see if they can patch the sails before the storm brews!

Arrr! Landlubbers be stuck in Bali, waitin’ fer a ship, cursed by old Vesuvius! Blimey, them volcanoes be troublesome!

Arrr, matey! Aye, thousands be marooned at them airports in Indonesia and Australia, all thanks to that fiery beast, Mount Lewotobi Laki Laki! Blimey, the news be flyin’ faster than a ship in a storm! A fine day for a volcano party, don’t ye think? Yarrr!

Arrr! The Israeli court be laughin' in Netanyahu's face, sayin' "Nay, ye can’t delay yer trial, matey!"

Arrr, the court be sayin' that Captain Netanyahu must face the music on the second day of December! Aye, this trial be draggin' on longer than a three-masted ship in a calm sea—over four years, me hearties! Let’s hope he remembers his sea legs!

"Ahoy! We’ve snagged 2,100 scallywag fakes in a grand art swindle! Avast, me hearties!"

Arrr! British scribe Samantha Harvey be claimin’ the Booker Prize fer her tale of space shenanigans aboard 'Orbital'! Avast!

Arrr, me hearties! British scribe Samantha Harvey be claimin' the mighty Booker Prize fer her yarn "Orbital," where six sea dogs of the stars be sailin' the cosmic seas aboard the International Space Station! Aye, who knew space could be as wild as a tavern brawl!

Arrr, since the scallywags hit Israel, Iran’s been stirring trouble with the Yanks, up 600%, me hearties!

Arrr, since them ruckus on October 7th, the scallywags o' Iran be rampin' up their mischief 'gainst our U.S. mates! They be thinkin' to sweet-talk Washington into givin' Israel a breather from them pesky Hamas and Hezbollah knaves. Aye, what a tangled web they be weavin'!

Arrr! Trump’s crew be raisin’ a toast in Taiwan, givin' China a jolly poke in the eye, matey!

Arrr, me hearties! The soon-to-be captain o' the ship, Trump, be choosin’ his crew for keepin' the seas safe. Taiwan be dancin’ a jig o' joy, for his choices be liftin’ their spirits high! Aye, a merry band awaits on the horizon!

Arrr, the Archbishop of Canterbury be walkin’ the plank over a scandal thicker than a treasure map, matey!

Avast, me hearties! Captain Justin Welby, the head o’ 85 million Anglicans, be throwin’ in the towel, just days after a scallywag report said he be slackin' on the abuse claims! Looks like the good ship Anglican be needin’ a new captain, savvy? Arrr!

Arrr, aid’s as scarce in Gaza as treasure on a ghost ship, even with Uncle Sam’s loud squawkin’ at Israel!

Arrr, me hearties! The Biden crew be givin’ Israel a full month to up the treasure flow, lest they be warned o’ the meager booty tricklin’ into Gaza last month—a pitiful sight fer a scallywag! Time to hoist the sails and fill the holds, savvy?

"Brave the 'Stairs o' Doom' if ye've got the guts, matey! Arrr, 'tis a perilous trek!"

Arrr, matey! A wee band o' scallywags set sail on the Facebook seas, and lo! What started as a jolly jest among chums has bloomin’ into a treasure trove of perilous stairways! Ye best keep yer sea legs steady, or ye might just take a tumble! Har har!

Arrr matey! The Crown be fixin' to bilge-slap tech scallywags fer sellin' cannonades on the interwebs!

Arrr, to put a stop to the knife-wieldin’ ruffians, the landlubbers in power be makin’ tech scallywags walk the plank for shady sales on their ships, a grand twist to the rules of the digital seas! Avast, me hearties, let’s see who’s left standin’ after this storm!

November 12, 2024

Arrr! A scallywag diver and his clanky treasure finder cracked a riddle older than a sea turtle’s tale!

Arrr! Alex Davis, a swashbucklin' dive master from Barbados, be returnin' a shiny ring to a scallywag who misplaced it o'er a decade ago! Aye, 'tis like findin' treasure in Davy Jones' locker—talk about a long-lost booty, matey!

Arrr, gather 'round fer the Wednesday tale of Trump’s merry crew of loyal scallywags! Avast, what mischief be afoot?

Avast ye! There be a new tale on the horizon, called "Say Nothin'!" A right jolly yarn to be spun, I reckon! Prepare to hoist the sails of laughter and set course for merriment, me hearties! Arrr, it be a fine treasure for the mind!

Arrr, Germany be settin' sail o’er stormy seas 'neath a crumblin' crown and a Trumpian tempest brewin'!

Arrr! The return o' the swashbucklin' Trump has sent shivers through the shores o’ Europe, matey! With Germany flounderin' like a fish outta water, their economy's takin' a dive, and their government be sinkin' faster than a leaky ship! What a ruckus on the high seas of politics, eh?

" lass be claimin’ Al-Fayed be a scallywag, sayin’ his matey knew of smuggler’s trade at Harrods, arrr!"

Arrr, matey! In a court of law in the land of the free, a lass be spillin' the beans 'bout her treacherous fate at Harrods under Captain al-Fayed’s watch. She claims she was tossed to the sharks, and most curious, his brother Ali might hold the treasure of proof!

"Arrr, matey! Sharath Jois, the young scallywag of Ashtanga, sailed to Davy Jones' locker at 53!"

Arrr, matey! This scallywag be the most wanted sea dog in the realm of yoga, teachin' the moves his old granddad spun into a treasure of a workout! Aye, stretchin' like a ship's sails in a gale, he be makin' fitness a global booty!

Arrr, Germany be settin' sail fer a quick vote come February, savvy? Aye, let the scallywags choose!

Avast, me hearties! After the mighty ship of Chancellor Olaf Scholz’s crew sank, we be settin’ sail fer a new vote on Feb. 23! Blimey, ‘tis seven moons sooner than planned! Raise the anchor and prepare the rum, for a new captain be needed! Arrr!

Arrr! The UN and Israel be squabblin' over why booty be dwindlin': "Yonder lies tall tales from the world!"

Arrr, matey! The woes of Gaza be stretchin’ into a year 'n a month, as the U.N. 'n the U.S. be bickerin’ like scallywags over aid! Meanwhile, Israel be settin’ up a new passage in Kissufim, hopin’ to toss some goodies to the poor souls in Gaza!

Avast! Behold the serpent that be longer than a ship’s mast—32 feet of slithery mischief, matey! Arrr!

Arrr matey! Snakes be as varied as a treasure map! The grandest of ‘em all be the reticulated python, stretchin’ a jaw-droppin’ 32 feet and a smidge! That’s longer than a scallywag’s tale of plunder, I tell ye!

Arrr, the Church's captain jumps ship after lettin' a scallywag run amok at camp for years! Blimey, what folly!

Arrr, matey! Justin Welby, the grand captain o’ the Church o’ England, be walkin' the plank! Turns out he didn’t hoist the flag ‘bout some scallywag’s foul deeds right quick. Now, he’s off to the briny deep! What a jolly mess, eh?

"Arrr! A scallywag in China mowed down 35 landlubbers workin' out, like a ship in a storm! Har har!"

Arrr, me hearties! Thar be thirty-five souls sent to Davy Jones’ locker, and many more be nursing their ouchies! A scallywag piloted his cursed chariot into a throng o’ fit landlubbers outside the Chinese sports fortress! A right bonkers way to crash a workout, I say!

Arrr! Israel be throwin’ cannonballs ‘round Beirut whilst shoutin' for a truce, matey! What a jolly pickle!

Arrr, matey! The squabble 'twixt Israel and Hezbollah be heatin' up like a pot o' stew, even as the landlubbers be tryin' to broker a wee truce. It be a right ruckus on the high seas of diplomacy, I tell ye! Avast, me hearty!

"Blimey! A scallywag steered his ship of steel into a throng in southern China, claimin’ 35 souls! Arrr!"

Arrr mateys! In the bustling port o’ Zhuhai, the constables be nabbin’ a scallywag who plowed into a crew o’ landlubbers joggin’ at the sports haven! A fine mess, that be! The news be spillin’ like grog on a rough sea! Har har!

Arrr, Biden's crew be tryin' to calm the stormy seas o' COP29's climate chatter, savvy?

Avast, me hearties! The scallywags at COP29 in the land o’ Azeri fear that the return of Captain Trump might sink their ship o’ climate deeds, lettin’ the winds of progress blow away like a wayward parrot! Arrr, what a jolly mess!

"Arrr! Hanako Okada be the lass who sent the gents' rule to Davy Jones' locker in Japan!"

Arrr, mates! Hanako Okada be one o’ 73 lasses who’ve snagged themselves a seat in the grand election last moon! A jolly record it be, in a Parliament ruled by blokes, like a ship o' swabs in a storm! Aye, the tides be a-changin’!

November 11, 2024

"Arrr! A fiery tram be toastin' in Amsterdam's ruckus—me hearties be throwin' a right ruckus, I tell ye!"

Arrr! A merry band of scallywags set a tram ablaze in Amsterdam on the morn of Monday, say the landlubbers in blue. It seems the ruckus over last week’s tussle with them Israeli footy fans be sailin' into stormier waters! Blimey, the mischief be afoot!

"Arrr! Amsterdam's scallywags nabbed five more blokes fer tossin’ shade at the Jewish folk! What a ruckus, eh?"

Arrr, matey! Eight scallywags be caught in the storm o’ last week’s ruckus, and the ruckus in the grandest Dutch port be carryin’ on like a drunken parrot even on Monday night! Avast, what a hullabaloo!

"Arrr! I.C.C. prosecutor be wantin' to haul Israeli captains to the brig, but now he’s in hot water himself!"

Arrr, the swabs at the International Criminal Court be sayin' they'll be investigatin' those scandalous tales of mischief 'gainst Captain Karim Khan, the chief prosecutor. Seems the good captain's sails be catchin' more than just the wind, savvy? Avast, let the rum flow while they sort this mess!

Arrr, US scallywags be blastin' 9 Iran-linked crew hideouts in Syria! Message be shoutin' louder than a parrot!

Arrr, matey! CENTCOM be settin’ sail and takin’ aim at nine scallywag Iranian spots in Syria on the day of Monday! Twas a jolly ol' payback fer them dastardly attacks on our fine crew, I tell ye! Aye, the seas be gettin' stormy!

"Arrr! A Spirit ship got a dose of lead in Haiti, so it be takin' a wee detour, matey!"

Arrr, matey! Just a day after the big cheese o' Haiti got a boot to the keister, the Port-au-Prince air dock be shut tighter than a treasure chest! Those scallywag gangs be layin’ siege, makin’ the skies as safe as a mermaid’s promise. Blimey, what a hullabaloo!

Arrr, mateys! This Tuesday, Captain Trump be settin' sail on constructin' his scallywag crew! Aye, hoist the flag!

Arrr, me hearties! Feast yer eyes on the bounteous banquet o' West African delicacies! With grub so fine, ye’ll be swabbin’ the deck with yer belly! Avast, where the fish be fresh and the jollof rice be dancin’ a jig! Come aboard fer a feast fit fer a captain!

"Ahoy! First Emperor penguin sighted alive on shore, makin' waves with tourists on their sandy treasure trove!"

Arrr! A regal emperor penguin, spied this month in Denmark, Australia—an odd 2,200 leagues from its icy home! A fine wildlife wizard be tendin’ to the wee lad, makin’ sure he don’t get too lost on his grand adventure! Blimey, what a wayward sea-fowl!

Arrr, Netanyahu be tryin' to dodge the gallows of justice at his corruption trial, savvy? A scallywag indeed!

Ahoy, mateys! Benjamin Netanyahu, the captain of Israel's ship, be on trial fer swindlin' and plunderin'! Now he’s tryin' to postpone his tellin' of tales. Avast! What a scallywag! Let the winds blow, the truth be sailin' soon! Arrr!

Arrr! Taiwan be eyein’ a treasure o' $15 billion for defense, sendin' a hearty message to Trump, savvy?

Arrr matey! Word on the high seas be that Taiwan be parleyin' with the Trump crew, seekin' a grand treasure of war ships to show the Captain Trump they ain't just swabs, but be serious about battlin' the Chinese scallywags! Avast, what a jolly hullabaloo!

"Arrr, matey! Iran and that scallywag Trump be the talk o’ the tavern at the Muslim gathering in Saudi seas!"

Avast ye! A gaggle of chieftains from the Arab seas and Muslim shores be gatherin' in Riyadh, chattin' 'bout the ruckus goin' on in Gaza and Lebanon. They be tryin' to quell the squabble, but I reckon it be as tricky as findin' buried treasure! Arrr!

Arrr! Israel be hollerin' for landlubbers to skedaddle from Lebanon while cease-fire parley be heatin' up, matey!

Arrr! Word be flyin' 'round southern Lebanon like a parrot on rum—first shoutin’ in a month, it be! Seems the scallywags be makin' a proper fuss tryin' to nail down a cease-fire, or at least knock some sense into 'em. Avast, what a merry hullabaloo!

Arrr! China be steerin' towards a mighty floating fortress, brewin' up a reactor that'd make Blackbeard jealous, I say!

Avast, me hearties! The scallywags from the land of the free be sayin’ that China’s cooked up a landlubber's nuclear contraption to juice up their flying ships! Blimey, them crafty sea dogs be settin’ sail for a whole new kind of cannonball! Arrr!

"Avast! The tale of scallywags settin' upon jolly Israeli footy lovers in Amsterdam be a right ruckus, matey!"

Arrr, mateys! 'Twas a ruckus in Amsterdam, with scallywags hurlin' insults at Israeli footballers and some landlubbers joinin' in the fray. Aye, 'tis a tale of rowdy chants and hullabaloo—here be the juicy gossip on last week's shenanigans!

"Stuck 'twixt battles, them Syrian scallywags be sailin' back to their shores, lookin' for a home and a hearty feast!"

Arrr, matey! Aye, hundreds of thousands o’ Syrians be fleein’ from a savage squall in Lebanon, hopin' to find a wee bit o' safety in their own wrecked homeland that be as safe as a treasure chest full o' lead! Blimey, can’t a scallywag catch a break?

"Arrr! A Colombian scallywag be makin’ recyclin’ the finest treasure hunt! Aye, even me parrot be sportin’ eco-glory!"

Arrr, mateys! Marce the Recycler be a jolly lass, rallyin' her scallywag crew to sort their rubbish like true buccaneers! With a heart full o' zeal, she’s turnin’ landlubbers into waste-separatin' sea dogs, makin’ sure no scrap be left behind! Aye, the treasure be clean seas!

Arrr! What be Trump’s victory mean fer the good ol' US while them rascals be fightin' like scallywags?

Arrr, matey! It be a mystery how Uncle Sam’s treasure for Ukraine be flowin’ if Trump sails the ship again, with those scallywag Republicans squabblin’ over gold while the Russian kraken keeps attackin’! Hoist the sails and pass the rum, for the future be as murky as the deep sea!

Arrr! Shigeru Ishiba be keepin' his captain's hat as Japan’s chief matey, sailin’ the seas of politics still!

Arrr, on the morn of Monday, the landlubbers in Parliament be settin’ their sails with Ishiba, the captain of a ragtag crew, to steer a ship of minority misfits after his lot took a right pounding in the last election! Avast, what a sight that be!

Arrr, me hearties! Iraq's law be makin' lassies ripe for plunder at nine! That be childin' rape, I tells ye!

Avast, mateys! The law be settin’ sail fer a second vote, but it’s faced rough waters from the young scallywags and a mighty fleet of 215 fierce wenches in Parliament. A right ruckus, I say! Give 'em a parley or walk the plank, ye scurvy dogs! Arrr!

November 10, 2024

Arrr! Israel’s new sea dog claims they’ve bested them scallywags of Hezbollah! A fine tale for the tavern, aye!

Arrr, me hearties! Israel's new captain of the cannon, Israel Katz, be shoutin' from the crow's nest that they've bested them scallywags of Hezbollah, sendin' their captain to Davy Jones' locker in a fiery sky raid this past September! Avast, victory be ours!

"Arrr! On this fine Monday, Russian and North Korean scallywags be gatherin' fer a jolly ol' rumble!"

Arrr, matey! Does all this fancy gizmo make our hearts feel like a deserted isle, eh? Aye, we be swimmin' in a sea of screens, yet findin' ourselves as lonesome as a shipwrecked sailor. Ha! Where be the camaraderie in a box o' wires, I ask ye?

Arrr, Netanyahu be shoutin' at the scallywags in Amsterdam! Act now, or the madness'll sail to yer shores!

Arrr! In the midst o' Europe’s tempestuous seas o' Jew-hatin', Amsterdam be the black spot where local scallywags set upon poor Israeli lads after a raucous footy duel. Aye, it be a right ruckus, enough to make Davy Jones chuckle!

Arrr! Aye, 23 souls met Davy Jones north o’ Beirut, sayeth Lebanon! A right ruckus, I tell ye!

Arrr, in the Jbeil waters, a ruckus broke out, savvy? As the landlubbers be makin’ sweet talk for a truce 'twixt Israel and them pesky Hezbollah scallywags! Aye, 'tis like tryin' to calm a kraken with sweet nothings!

"Arrr! A tempest from Israel's cannons sunk over 30 souls in Gaza, say the scallywags of emergency services!"

Arrr, a cannonball did find its mark on a humble abode in Jabaliya, a town oft battered by the Israeli sea dogs as they rampage through northern Gaza! ‘Tis a right merry mess, I tell ye! Landlubbers beware, for the cannon’s kiss be no gentle embrace!

Arrr! The sands o’ Arabia be hostin’ a racket duel, with lass Coco Gauff claimin’ the treasure!

Arrr, the kingdom be plunderin' its own reputation, tryin' to “sportswash” its shady doin's! They be hostin' the WTA Finals, sailin' full speed ahead into the grand seas of sportin' glory, while keepin' their scallywag secrets well hidden! Savvy?

Arrr! Paul Stephenson, aged 87, has sailed to Davy Jones’ locker, but he championed civil rights like a true buccaneer!

Arrr, matey! In the days of grog and rum, our bold captain led a merry band to shun the bus and take a stand in the tavern! Aye, 'twas this ruckus that spurred the landlubbers to craft a law banishing unfairness from the public shores! Avast!

Arrr! Palestinians be settin' sail t' charm Trump, spyin' on Tiffany's kin like scallywags seekin' gold!

Arrr! The landlubber Abbas be parleyin' with Tiffany Trump's swashbucklin' father-in-law, penning sweet nothings to the new captain of the ship—an ardent matey of Israel! Aye, 'tis a curious sailin' of words, me hearties!

Arrr! Russia claims it blasted a fleet o' pesky drones over Moscow, like shootin' fish in a barrel, savvy?

Arrr, me hearties! Word from the landlubbers be that over 30 flying contraptions, aye, drones, were caught sneakin' 'round the Russian capital’s cozy nooks! 'Tis the grandest raid since they set sail for Ukraine back in '22! Avast, what a ruckus!

"Arrr, matey! Twenty souls sent to Davy Jones’ locker north of Beirut, says the landlubber’s health scribes!"

Arrr, matey! The brave scallywags of rescue be diggin' through the wreckage in the wee village of Almat, in the Jbeil waters of Lebanon, lookin' fer lost treasure—or at least a wayward parrot! Aye, it be a right mess, but they’re searchin’ like true sea dogs!

Ahoy! Where be the bold captain to steer this ship o' Trump anew in Europe’s stormy seas? Arrr!

Arrr! The landlubbers o' Germany and France be bickering like scallywags over treasure maps, whilst the world be throwin' rotten fruit at 'em for inflation, wayward souls, and high-and-mighty lords! Aye, their ships be sinkin' in a storm o' their own makin'!

November 9, 2024

Arrr, Trevor Sorbie, master of the Wedge ‘o Dorothy Hamill, has sailed to Davy Jones at 75! Blimey!

Arrr! This scallywag be givin' stylish locks to the fair Helen Mirren and them jolly Beach Boys, aye! Even Queen Elizabeth II tipped her tricorn hat fer his fine hairdressing deeds. Aye, what a treasure of a coif he be!

"Ahoy! Baltazar Ushca, the ice-keepin' buccaneer of the Andes, has sailed to Davy Jones at the ripe age of 80!"

Arrr, matey! This scallywag be climbin' the highest peak in Ecuador twice a week fer sixty long years, swingin' a pickax at ice like it be some cursed treasure! Rumor has it, he be the last of his kind, hoardin’ ice like it be doubloons! Yarrr!

Arrr, Mount Lewotobi be blowin' steam like a sassy sea serpent, spewin' hot clouds to scare the landlubbers!

Arrr, mateys! Just days after Mount Lewotobi Laki Laki sent nine souls to Davy Jones' locker, it be blowin' its top again on Saturday, hurlin' hot ash like a cannonball! Aye, that volcano be more temperamental than a parrot with a toothache!

Arrr! Qatar be takin' a breather from playin' peacekeeper in the Gaza squabble, savvy? Aye, what a ruckus!

Arrr, mateys! The Qatari landlubbers be havin' a change o' heart, sayin' they be takin' a breather from parley. They be waitin' fer Israel and Hamas to show they ain't jest blowin' smoke, else they be sailin' off without a word! Har har!

Arrr, matey! Gazans be sailin’ through a year of dark seas, searchin’ fer a lantern that be lost at sea!

Arrr, matey! In the early squabble of war, Israel snatched the juice, leavin' the fine folk of Palestine to illuminate the night with their glowin' pocket gadgets and cookin' grub over cracklin' fires. A right pickle, I say! Aye, the Dark Ages be back, but with a dash of modern flair!

Arrr! Dutch scallywags nabbed four knaves fer bein' as nasty as a barnacle to soccer fans, savvy?

Arrr, chaos be brewin' in Amsterdam, where a ruckus broke out 'twixt them Israeli and Dutch scallywags over a game o' soccer! Fists flew and tongues lashed like a tempest on the high seas, as both crews turned the pitch into a battleground. Avast, me hearties!

Avast! The ship's council says we’ve mere days, not weeks, to stave off a Gaza feast turned famine! Arrr!

Arrr! The Biden crew be givin’ Israel a sharp deadline come mid-November to haul in more goodies fer the poor souls, or they be riskin’ a dry dock of weaponry! Aye, it be a fine pickle they be in, savvy?

Arrr, pickin' me best mateys be like choosin' which treasure be shinier—hardly fair on the rest of ye scallywags!

Arrr! The grub and shanties that tickle our souls be oft' no fine treasure, but nay that lessens their might to warm our hearts and make us dance like scallywags! So hoist the flag o’ joy, for even the dodgiest feast be a grand ol' time!

"Arrr, a ruckus at the train dock! Blastin' leaves many fishin' for life in Davy Jones' locker, matey!"

Arrr! A band o' scallywags from a cursed crew in a restless cove be claimin' the blame for a ruckus in Quetta, the capital of their sandy domain. A right deadly prank, it be! Avast, matey, who knew trouble could brew in such a landlubber's port?

Arrr! Iran be claimin' no part in the Trump takedown tale, callin' it a scurvy plot o' malice!

Arrr, matey! The scallywags at Iran's Foreign Ministry be callin’ the DOJ's tale of thwartin’ a dastardly plot to off President-elect Trump as naught but empty blubber and a load o' barnacles! They be tossin’ it overboard without a second thought, savvy? Avast, what a merry jest!

November 8, 2024

Arrr, Qatar be tossin' Hamas overboard after a word from Captain Biden! Avast, no more scallywags in Doha!

Arrr, matey! The Qatari lads be tossin' the Hamas scallywags overboard after the Biden captain gave 'em the ol' heave-ho! A fine bit of diplomacy, that! Let the winds of change blow 'em far from their shores, savvy?

Arrr! Elon Musk be chattin' with Trump ‘bout Zelenskyy—aye, a right fine jolly good call, matey!

Arrr! Elon Musk be settin' sail on President Trump’s maiden call with that Ukrainian lad, Zelenskyy! Aye, it be true, as the scallywags at Fox News be spillin' the beans! A jolly crew, indeed! What mischief awaits on the high seas of politics, I wonder?

"Avast! Who be this scallywag Viktor Orban, Hungary's tyrant and matey of the Trumpster? A right jolly rogue, he be!"

Arrr, this seasoned captain o' politics, a swashbuckler of ‘illiberal democracy,’ be all on his lonesome in the European seas! But fear not, matey! He’s struck a jolly alliance with the old and soon-to-be new captain of the American fleet! Aye, what a merry crew they be!

"Gather 'round, mateys! Here be the tale o' the ruckus 'twixt Israeli soccer swabs an' scallywags in Amsterdam!"

Arrr, me hearties! The Dutch and Israeli scallywags be claimin' the ruckus after a footy duel be filled with treachery against the Jews! ‘Twas naught but a raucous frolic, I say! Just a bunch of salty sea dogs lettin' loose after kickin' the ol’ leather ball!

"Arrr, America’s democracy be wobblin’ like a ship in a storm! Aye, it be a merry sight!"

Ahoy, matey! Gather 'round and lend yer ear! From yon London bridge, I’ve gleaned wisdom, like a parrot on me shoulder! Beware the weight of treasure, or ye might sink faster than a ship in a squall. And mind ye, don’t dangle yer legs over the edge, lest the fish get a taste!

"ARRR! Spied on the magic box: Turkish captains scrappin' o'er the treasure for Republic Day! What a jolly squabble!"

Arrr matey! A ruckus brewin' in the heart of Turkey's port, where lawmakers be squabblin’ o’er gold for their Republic Day shindig! Blimey! They clashed like scallywags in a tavern brawl, swingin' fists instead of quills! Aye, who knew budgets be sparklin’ such raucous fun!

Arrr! Russia be tossin’ drones and missiles at Ukraine like cannonballs at a scallywag’s ship in the dead o’ night!

Arrr! Countless scallywags be scurrying to their hidey holes or temptin’ the fates at home, dodgin' cannonball rain from the skies! Some landlubbers in Ukraine be eyein’ Trump, hopin’ fer a miracle or jest makin’ merry, wonderin’ if this ol’ seadog can save 'em from the storm!

"Chasin' a fanciful dream, oh, a merry stretch from me salty abode, arrr!"

Arrr, matey! A band o' footy swashbucklers in the dregs o' England’s leagues be handin' a lifeline to landlubber Yanks, grantin' 'em a chance to keep kickin' the ol' leather after their schoolin' days be done! Aye, soccer dreams sail on, savvy?

"Arrr! A scurvy crew led by a landlubber of ill repute be joinin’ the Lithuanian ship o' state!"

Arrr, matey! A new crew be settin' sail, led by a scallywag known for spewin' venom 'gainst the Jews! What a jolly ol' jest, as Europe's fine folk keep shunnin' the rogues, only to find 'em at the same table for a right raucous feast! Avast, me hearties!

Arrr, matey! The Gazan rescue crew be takin' a long siesta in the North, like a lazy sea turtle!

Arrr, matey! The good folk be a-diggin’ through the wreckage, huntin’ for their scallywag neighbors, while the emergency crew be takin’ a breather, sayin’ the skies be rainin’ fire from them Israeli cannons! A right pickle, I tell ye!

Arrr, matey! India’s lifted the ban on Rushdie’s devilish tale—let the literary treasure hunt commence! Aye!

Arrr, in the year of our Lord 1988, the land of India declared that the cursed tome “Satanic Verses” be kept at bay! But lo, this week, the scallywags lifted the ban, claimin' they couldn't find the original order! Aye, what a merry chaos on the high seas of bureaucracy!

"Arrr! Israeli footy lads be hurtin’ in Amsterdam, cursed by scallywags full o’ hate! Blimey, what a ruckus!"

Arrr, the lawmen be sayin’ a whole crew o’ scallywags be nabbed in a ruckus over a footy match 'twixt the Dutch and the Israeli lads! Meanwhile, Israel be promisein’ to haul their buccaneers back to port. A fine mess o’ shenanigans, matey!

"Arrr! How me scallywag battles be a-comin' back t' haunt me ol' ship and rattle me bones!"

Arrr, a scallywag of a reporter be thinkin’ his fair city in the western seas of Ukraine be a safe harbor from the Russian cannon fire—until, blow me down! A cannonball landed right on his very street! Turns out, even the best treasure maps can lead ye astray!

Arrr! Hungary's Viktor and his scallywag mates be cheerin' Trump’s comeback like a treasure map to mischief, savvy?

Arrr, me hearty! Viktor Orban and his scallywag pals be raisin’ a tankard fer the U.S. captain who be spoutin’ the same rough seas on immigration! They be delightin’ in the ruckus, hopin’ for a jolly good time sailin’ together on the stormy waves of politics!

Ahoy! What be the meaning of Trump’s triumph for the good ol’ US, whilst cannonballs fly 'twixt Israel and Hamas?

Arrr! Captain Biden and the swashbucklin’ Netanyahu be at odds, lookin’ to put the screws to them scallywags in Iran and their pesky mates, Hamas and Hezbollah. And lo, President Trump be settin’ his sights, reckonin' Israel's foes be the same as America’s! A right ruckus, it be!

November 7, 2024

"After Trump be victorious, Macron be askin' if the EU be ready to hoist the sails for European treasures!"

Arrr, French Cap'n Macron be the first mate to toast Trump, that scallywag! He sailed to Budapest, spoutin' tales of a united Europe, tryin' to rally the crew of the EU. A jolly good time, I say, while the rum flows and the cannons roar!

Arrr, matey! Prince William be sayin’ this past year’s been tougher than a kraken's bellyache, what with Kate and Charles' ailments!

Arrr, whilst plunderin’ in the land of South Africa fer the Earthshot booty, the noble prince be spillin’ the beans to the landlubbers that the scurvy cancer jests a cruel hand at his fair lass, Catherine, and his old sea dog, King Charles! A right brutal blow, matey!

Avast, matey! Typhoon Yinxing be crashin' into the Philippines like a raucous sea shanty gone awry! Arrr!

Avast, me hearties! A fearsome tempest be batterin' the isle of Luzon, sendin' over 160,000 landlubbers scurrying like scallywags! On the morn of Friday, the officials be shoutin’ that danger still lurks like a hungry shark! Batten down the hatches, ye salty sea dogs!

Arrr, the landlubber Aussie chief scuttled his jabs at Trump, callin' him the 'most ruckus captain' post-victory!

Arrr, matey! The Aussie envoy to the land of Washington be scrubbin’ his murky tweets, callin’ Trump the "destructive captain" after he seized the 2024 treasure! Looks like the tides be turnin' faster than a ship in a squall! Avast, what a jolly jest this be!

Arrr! On this fine Friday, Captain Biden swears by the rum, "A smooth sailin' transition, me hearties!"

Arrr, matey! It be a jolly sight to behold, all these scallywags turnin' to tales of mighty healers and magical potions! Aye, they be seekin’ solace in “healin’ fiction,” like a landlubber searchin’ fer a treasure chest of remedies, instead o’ avoidin’ the scurvy of reality!

A wee speck o’ nuclear treasure be snagged from a cursed Japanese shipwreck, inchin’ closer to a tidy deck! Arrr!

Arrr, after losin' track o' time in them cursed ruins o' Fukushima, a wee metal matey has swiped a smidge o' melted treasure from the depths! Aye, it be nuclear gold, but I reckon it be more trouble than a kraken in a teacup!

Arrr matey! Australia be sayin’ no more scrollin’ for wee scallywags under 16! Let ‘em swab the decks instead!

Arrr, mateys! On a fine Thursday, the landlubbers o' the Australian crown declared they be banishing young scallywags under 16 from the treacherous seas of social media! And lo, those platforms best be mindin' their manners, or face the wrath of Davy Jones himself! Yarrr!

Ahoy! British leech locked up fer attemptin' to send his mate to Davy Jones with a phony plague poke!

Arrr, matey! Thomas Kwan, a scallywag of 53 moons, be locked up fer over 31 tides fer tryin’ to concoct a phony COVID potion to dispatch his mum's matey! A right foolish venture, if ye ask me! Avast, the depths of pirate mischief be deep indeed!

"Arrr! Many a soul be lost as them Israeli cannons unleash fury upon Lebanon, claims the Health Ministry, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! In the dark of night, the fiercest cannonades thundered 'round the storied shores of Baalbek in the Bekaa Valley, causin' quite the ruckus! Even the ghosts be shiverin' in their boots! Avast, what a hullabaloo!

Arrr! Australia be settin' sail to keep young scallywags off the social seas! No more chattin' for those wee buccaneers!

Arrr, matey! This here law be settin' sail to make our fine land the captain of keepin' wee scallywags safe from the treacherous seas of social media! Aye, no more lettin’ 'em wander the digital waters unchecked!

Arrr! Gulf States be seein' Trump as a matey for silver and gold, savvy? Aye, a jolly trade awaits!

Arrr, me hearties! The Gulf gents be squintin’ at the next captain of the U.S. ship, hopin’ he’ll hoist the sails to end the ruckus in the Mideast and swab the decks of security and treasure! Avast, let’s make merry and fill our coffers!

"Arrr! Rascally European captains gather 'round, scratchin' heads o'er Trump’s wild win and the stormy seas ahead!"

Avast, me hearties! A motley crew of landlubbers from Europe and afar be convenin' to jaw 'bout the ruckus in Ukraine, the scallywags settlin' in, and the prospect of that Trump scallywag takin' the helm again! Aye, what a fine pickle we be in!

Arrr, Israel be sendin’ scallywags packin’, tossin’ their kin overboard to keep the seas calm!

Arrr, matey! In the grand halls of Israel's Knesset, the scallywags voted 61 to 41 to send the kin of rascally terrorists packin’, even if they be citizens! But hold yer horses, for I reckon the court be ready to stir the pot! Avast, what a jolly mess!

Arrr! Five landlubbers from Israel nabbed fer spillin’ the beans on ol’ Netanyahu’s secrets 'bout them pesky Hamas scallywags!

Arrr, a wretched breach o' security be blowin' in the sails o' Prime Minister Netanyahu's quarters! It be threatenin' the safety o' hostages and brave sailors alike, or so the scallywags in the news be sayin’. Avast, what a fine mess we be in!

"Arrr, Canada be needin' a fresh scheme to handle that scallywag Trump this round, savvy?"

Arrr! As the gallant Canadian lawmakers be singin' a merry tune 'bout the new U.S. crew, a band o' wise sea dogs declare, "Nay! Stormy seas await, matey!" Canada be in for a wild ride, savvy?

Arrr, fer Putin, Trump’s victory be a fresh wind in his sails, a chance to plunder the war’s spoils!

Arrr, me hearties! Those scallywags near the Kremlin be hopin' that ol' Captain Trump can chart a course to peace in Ukraine that suits their fancy. But don’t be fooled, mateys—Moscow’s got a grudge from his last voyage, a right ol’ letdown it was!

Arrr! Trump be stirrin' the European crew on NATO, Ukraine, an' trade, like a parley gone awry!

Arrr! If Trump be sailin' the seas of power once more, Europe might just hoist its own sails, but ’tis a ragtag crew—who knows if they’ll seize the moment or just drink grog and bicker like scallywags! Aye, a right merry mess, it be!

Arrr, China be settin' sail fer a bumpy tide with Trump back in the captain's chair, savvy?

Arrr, matey! Beijing be bracing fer a wild tempest o’ strife with the good ol’ U.S. of A! But with their purse strings tighter than a barnacle on a hull, they might not have the cannonballs to fire back, savvy?

November 6, 2024

Arrr! Germany's crew be flounderin’, their ship o' government near sinkin’! A right merry mess, that be!

Arrr, matey! After blusterin' and bickerin' fer months, ol' Chancellor Olaf Scholz done tossed one of his crew overboard! Now Europe be facin' rougher seas since the rogue captain Trump took the helm! Avast, what a hullabaloo!

Arrr! UN tossed that quilt o’ doom after the crew raised a ruckus! No exterminatin’ here, matey!

Arrr, me hearties! The United Nations hoisted the sails on a troublesome canvas that be callin' fer the end o' Israel! Aye, they tossed it overboard, not wantin’ any squabbles on the high seas. Keep yer cannons ready, but let’s save the paintin' for treasure maps instead!

Arrr, matey! What be Trump’s ways with Israel in his first voyage as captain of the good ship White House?

Arrr, matey! In his first voyage as captain of the ship called America, that scallywag Trump hoisted the Jolly Roger for Israel, casting aside years o' old sea charts! He be sailin' into uncharted waters, all for the sake of a treasure map marked "Support." Aye, what a swashbucklin' tale!

Arrr, China be claimin' they don’t give a hoot about Trump’s win, but the scallywags be shakin' in their boots!

Arrr, matey! When the scallywag Trump claimed the crown, China be all calm 'n collected. But lo! Xi Jinping be spyin' with one eye on the horizon, eager to catch every squawk and swagger of that landlubber! Aye, the treasure of knowledge be worth its weight in gold!

"Israeli mates hoist a flag for Trump’s win, though the scallywag be as fickle as a tempest at sea!"

Arrr, matey! In the minds of Netanyahu and his scallywags, they be thinkin' a Trump captain at the helm will let 'em end their squabbles with a treasure map instead of a fight! Aye, 'tis a right merry notion, if ye ask this ol' sea dog!

Arrr, Trump's victory be sinkin' the good ship U.S. leadership, lettin' the scallywags run wild since the Great War!

Arrr, for four long years, Captain Biden be sayin' that Trump’s first voyage was but a wee squall in the sea o' history! But lo, the election be showin’ that the scallywag Trump be no mere ghostly wraith, but a full-blooded buccaneer ready to sail again!

Arrr! Netanyahu and Trump be chattin' like scallywags – what treasures did they share, eh?

Arrr! Israeli captain Netanyahu be chattin’ with the newly crowned President Trump! They be jawin’ ‘bout keepin' the seas safe from them scallywags in Iran. Aye, both be plotting like true buccaneers, guardin' their treasures from the lurking dangers of the deep!

Arrr! Climate scallywags be splashing ye US embassy with bright orange, celebratin’ Trump’s grand re-election! A fine ruckus indeed!

Arrr! A band o’ climate rascals in the UK be splashin’ bright orange paint upon the U.S. embassy, protestin' the election o’ Captain Trump! Aye, they be sayin’ “Nay to the blubberin’ bilge rat!” while makin’ a right mess like drunken sailors on shore leave!

"Yarr! The scallywags of Israel be raisin' a ruckus 'gainst their captain of defense bein' tossed overboard!"

Arrr, Prime Minister Netanyahu be tossin' Yoav Gallant overboard like a scallywag! With Israel battlin' foes on two fronts, the landlubber opposition be squawkin' that this be endangerin' the ship's security! Avast, what folly on the high seas of politics!

"Arrr! If Trump be claimin' victory, the Ukraine squabble may change sails—though where she be headin', none can say!"

Arrr, matey! As Cap'n Trump takes the helm of the good ship U.S.A., he’s to be the grand treasure-giver to Ukraine. But beware! This scallywag be ponderin’ if he’ll keep fillin’ their coffers, or let 'em fend for themselves on the high seas!

"Seas and lands be a-chatterin' 'bout Trump’s election spoils, like a parrot with a belly full o’ rum!"

Arrr, me hearties! Captain Trump be swearin’ to flip the sails o' America’s friendships, both fair and foul! He claims he’ll end the Ukraine fray in the blink o’ an eye, raise the doubloons on imports, and send a fleet to toss millions overboard! Blimey!

"Arrr! By firin' Gallant, Netanyahu be shoo'in' one scallywag, but invites another tempest, savvy?"

Arrr, Yoav Gallant, the swashbucklin’ defense captain, did clash swords with Cap’n Netanyahu over the ship’s course! With his walkin’ the plank, one foe be gone, but the crew be grumblin’ and mutterin’ fer sure! Blimey, what a ruckus on the high seas o’ politics!

Arrr! World chieftains be guffawin’ at Trump’s grand return, claimin’ it be the finest tale of glory ever told!

Arrr, matey! The high seas of politics be swarmin' with world chieftains, raisin’ their tankards to Captain Trump for outsmartin’ Vice Captain Harris in a grand old showdown on the mornin’ tide of Wednesday! Avast, what a jolly hullabaloo it be!

November 5, 2024

"Arrr, matey! North Korea be settin' sail to join the Ukraine scuffle, say the landlubber officials!"

Arrr, matey! Them Western and Ukrainian scallywags be squawkin’ like a parrot 'bout the North Korean crew settin' sail into the fray! Aye, they say it be a mighty stirrin’ of the pot! Let’s hoist the sails and see what treasure that brings, savvy?

"Arrr! Netanyahu be givin' the boot to ol' Yoav Gallant, the swabbin' Defense Minister of Israel, savvy?"

Arrr, the good minister Yoav Gallant be clashin' swords with Captain Netanyahu 'bout how to sail the stormy seas o' war in Gaza and the treacherous waters o' home politics! A right ruckus it be, like cats fightin' over a barrel o' rum!

“Arrr! A merry tale o’ scuffles ‘twixt Netanyahu and Gallant, the old sea dog of Israel’s defenses!”

Avast, mateys! Yoav Gallant, the scallywag cast overboard from the cabinet, be squabblin' like a parrot with Captain Netanyahu over the tempestuous battle against Hamas and what plunder lies ahead! Arrr, ’tis a right ruckus on the high seas of politics!

Arrr, matey! Captain Netanyahu tossed First Mate Gallant overboard from the ship o' Defense! What a swashbucklin' scandal!

Arrr, mateys! Captain Netanyahu, the grand chief of Israel's ship, has tossed Yoav Gallant overboard from the defense crew, so says the crow’s nest on Tuesday! A right jolly shake-up on the high seas of politics, I say! Avast and keep yer eye on the horizon!

Arrr! Russian scallywags be makin' mischief, hidin' firecrackers in cargo ships 'cross the seven seas, say the landlubbers!

Arrr! Behold, the landlubber officials be sniffin' about like scallywags, wonderin' if them sneaky Russians be testin’ their devilish gadgets at Euro docks, plotin’ to stow ‘em aboard ships bound for the good ol’ U.S. of A! Avast, me hearties, keep yer cutlasses sharp!

"Swap yer grassy patches fer grub, matey! Let’s feast instead of fussin’ with fancy lawns, arrr!"

Arrr matey! In the fair city of Los Angeles, front yards be turnin' into wee crop havens, servin' up greens to a crew o' families, and doin' it with but a drop o' water compared to them grassy wastelands. Aye, the landlubbers be eatin’ good!

"Arrr, matey! Israeli scallywags be claimin' four souls in the West Bank, sayin' it be a ruckus on the high seas!"

Arrr, ye see, the Israeli sea dogs be still huntin' for scallywags in their conquered lands, even while they be settin' sail for mighty battles in Gaza and Lebanon! A right merry game of cat 'n' mouse on the high seas of warfare, I tell ye!

"Arrr! China be givin' Europe a right tongue-lashin' over their weather woes and trade shackles, savvy?"

Avast ye landlubbers! With the U.N. wind blowin' in 'ere, China and mates o' the developing seas be shoutin' that trade shackles oughta join the parley 'bout the weather woes! Arrr, let’s barter our bounties and save the planet whilst swappin' grog, savvy?

Arrr! Those scallywags from Iran be sendin' flying contraptions to pester Haifa, like pesky seagulls at a feast!

Arrr, me hearties! A scallywag crew o’ Iran-backed ruffians set their flying contraptions to rain mischief upon Haifa, that fair port o’ Israel, bright and early on a Tuesday morn! Blimey, those landlubbers be makin’ quite the splash, as reported by their own tale-tellin’ scribes!

"Arrr! Kemi Badenoch be takin' the helm o' the Conservative ship, savvy? A fine tale o' cunning and cap'n's rum!"

Arrr, Ms. Badenoch be risin’ like a ship in a storm, thanks to old Captain Cameron’s crafty plans to mix up the crew back in the 2000s. Now, in her jolly politics, she be sailin’ farthest to the right, like a rogue pirate on the high seas!

Arrr, whether Israeli or Palestinian, West Bank voters be sayin’ Biden’s a scallywag who left 'em high and dry!

Arrr, matey! Aye, tens o' thousands o' landlubbers from the States be dwellin' in them Israeli waters, caught in a squabble like two scallywags fightin’ over a treasure chest! And neither side be givin’ a hoot 'bout Kamala Harris, savvy? A right pickle, indeed!

Arrr! In 2025, Sydney be joinin' the grand fleet o' marathons, savvy? Run like the wind, ye scallywags!

Arrr matey! The Sydney Marathon be now rubbin' elbows with the likes of New York, Boston, and London, claimin' a spot among the grandest races on the seven seas! Aye, even the landlubbers be runnin' with the elite! Avast, let the swashbucklin' commence!

November 4, 2024

Arrr, a brave sea dog got a nasty jab in Gaza and, alas, met Davy Jones months later!

Arrr, me hearties! The U.S. Army be spillin' the beans ‘bout young Sgt. Quandarius Davon Stanley, just 23 sails into the great beyond! He fought bravely in the Gaza pier caper, but alas, the sea be fickle and he took a tumble. Raise a mug for the lad!

Arrr, North Korea be firin' their poppin' cannonball just 'fore the landlubbers cast their votes! What a jolly sight!

Arrr, matey! Just 'fore the grand election, them scallywags in North Korea let loose a fiery cannonball of a missile into the briny deep! Seems like they be tryin' to steal a bit o' thunder from the good ol' U.S. seas! What a right merry spectacle, eh?

Arrr matey! Canada be puttin’ the kibosh on oil and gas fumes, cap’n! Blimey, what a jolly good jest!

Arrr, matey! The Trudeau crew be settin’ their sights on the oil and gas treasure chests, for they be puffin’ out more smoke than a cannon at sea! Aye, they be the mightiest culprits in this here greenhouse gas shenanigans! Avast, the planet be needin’ a good scrub!

Arrr! Russian scallywags and other dubious mates be schemin' to shiver the timbers of U.S. elections post-vote!

Arrr! A mighty storm o' tall tales be brewin', courtesy o' them scallywags from Russia and their ilk! Cyber sentinels be settin' sail to share word o' peril on Election Day. Batten down the hatches, mates, for the seas of misinformation be a-churnin'!

Arrr, the UN's makin' a ruckus with a banner sayin' to send Israel to Davy Jones' locker—shameful, says I!

Arrr, at the grand UN fortress in New York, a jolly ol' peace banner waves, but lo! Many a scallywag from Israel be seein' it as a hearty shout fer makin' their fair land disappear! Aye, 'tis a right pickle o' a message, me hearty!

Arrr, mateys! On this fine Tuesday, ye landlubbers prepare to cast yer votes and weather the storm o’ Election Day!

Arrr, don’t be forgettin’ the legendary Quincy Jones, matey! That scallywag be the maestro of the sea, playin’ tunes that’d make even the fiercest kraken tap its tentacles! Aye, he be a treasure worth rememberin’, fer he knows how to shiver yer timbers with a merry jig!

Arrr, matey! Turns out Russia's "peace" be naught but a plunderin’ demand for Ukraine's flag to fly a' their mast!

Avast, me hearties! Freshly plundered scrolls reveal the czar’s cunning plan to turn Ukraine into a swabbin’ puppet, stripped of its swords and land! Aye, ‘tis a jolly scheme, but we be laughin’ at their scallywag dreams of conquest! Arrr!

Arrr! Russia be schemin’ to stow bombs on ships flyin’ to the Yanks, says the scallywag news!

Arrr! Rumor be afoot that the scallywags from Russia be sendin' fiery contraptions to set ablaze the seas of Europe! A “test run,” they say, for a dastardly scheme to blow up planes bound for the good ol' US of A! Avast, me hearties, keep yer eyes peeled!

Stormy skies doth drench Spain, still wobbly from watery woes! Avast, me hearties, keep yer boots high!

Arrr, matey! The brave souls be scouring the high seas fer poor souls lost in last week’s watery tempest, whilst a squabble brews ‘mongst landlubbers arguin’ who be the scallywag responsible fer this calamity! Aye, 'tis a right merry mess, ye see!

"Arrr! Pro-West swab doth snag the treasure of votes in yon old Soviet seas! A fine jolly old time!"

Avast, mateys! Captain Maia Sandu of Moldovan seas be celebratin’ her grand victory over that scurvy dog she dubbed “Moscow’s man!” Aye, she hoisted her flag high on Sunday, sendin’ that rival to Davy Jones’ locker! Arrr, the winds be favorin’ her sails!

Arrr! A fog thicker than Davy Jones' beard be closin' schools in Pakistan's jolly second city fer a week, matey!

Arrr mateys! On the Sabbath past, the fair city of Lahore be chokin' on foul air! The scallywags of Pakistan be pointin' their fingers at India, claimin’ they be the source o’ the noxious fumes. A right jolly blame game, I say!

"Me hearties! A scallywag from Netanyahu’s crew be spillin’ secrets like a leaky barrel—here’s the tale ye need!"

Arrr, me hearties! A scallywag from the office of Captain Netanyahu be under the ol' spyglass! The rum-drinkin' crew be investigatin' this landlubber for mischief. I reckon they be searchin' for buried treasure or just a bit o' dirt! Avast, what a kerfuffle!

Arrr, in Northern Gaza, stayin’ or skedaddlin’ be equally likely to send ye to Davy Jones’ locker!

Arrr, matey! For them poor souls in Gaza, with Israel unleashin' their cannonades upon Hamas, every choice be like pickin' a scallywag's treasure—full o' traps an’ trouble! Aye, it be a right pickle, that!

November 3, 2024

"Arrr, Iran be talkin' o' mightier cannonballs fer the next skirmish with Israel, savvy? Blimey, what a ruckus!"

Arrr, matey! The scallywags of Iran be threatenin’ to unleash mightier cannonballs upon Israel if the winds blow wrong, aye! They reckon the cannon fire might fly as soon as the U.S. election dust settles. Avast, what a jolly game of cat and cannon this be!

"By the beard of Neptune! A pro-West sea dog claims victory in the raucous vote of yonder Soviet isle!"

Arrr, the fearless captain of Moldova, Maia Sandu, sailed through the stormy seas of re-election on Sunday, besting a scallywag she called “Moscow’s minion!” Aye, the tides be favorin' her, as she hoists the flag of victory higher than a crow’s nest! Avast, matey!

"Avast, mateys! 'Tis Monday's pow-wow: the last treasure map of Times/Siena Election whispers, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! Why not set sail on a decision holiday with that fancy generative A.I.? Let the clever contraption do the thinkin’ while ye be sippin’ rum and countin’ yer doubloons! Avast, who needs choices when ye can let the machine do the heavy liftin’?

"Arrr! A scallywag of Iranian American lineage be nabbed in Persia, says the good ol' U.S. Navy!"

Arrr, matey! The scallywags of rights groups be squawkin' that Reza Valizadeh, a landlubber journalist from the Iranian seas, was nabbed in Iran! But the State Department be keepin' mum, like a parrot with its beak sewn shut! Avast, what a right ruckus!

Arrr, thousands o' wee scallywags in Gaza be gettin' their second jolt o' the polio potion! Avast, health be a treasure!

Arrr, me hearties! Methinks the wee scallywags in northern Gaza be missin' their medicine while the cannons be blastin'! Aye, if they don’t get their potions, the whole campaign be as useful as a parrot with no squawk!

"Arrr, me hearties! Witnessin' the scallywags of Hamas brawlin' in Gaza's treacherous Netzarim Corridor be a never-endin' jest!"

Arrr, as the fray grows fierce, the Israeli scallywags be chartin’ treacherous waters in the Netzarim Corridor, where the cannon fire be poppin' and the tactics be changin’ faster than a squirrel on a ship! Sail on, ye salty sea dogs!

Arrr! After a tempest tossed Spain, a crew o’ hearty souls be risin’ to mend the land!

Arrr! The land be in a dandy mess, with 214 souls sent to Davy Jones’ locker! Aye, throngs o’ hearty folk be rushin’ to lend a hand, while the scallywags in charge be gettin’ more rotten tomatoes than a ship’s hold in a thunderstorm! Avast, me hearties!

"Arrr! American scribe be caught in Iran, while Khamenei be spoutin' threats like a parrot on me shoulder!"

Arrr, matey! A scallywag scribbler from Iran's shores be locked up tighter than a treasure chest! Meanwhile, the Yanks be sendin' more cannon wagons and ironclads to the hot seas, stirrin' the pot like a cook with a grudge! A right jolly storm brewin’, I tell ye!

"Avast, matey! US flying ships be settin’ sail to the Middle East, as fears of a scallywag Iranian strike brew!"

Arrr, matey! A fleet o' B-52 Stratofortress bombers be landin' in the Middle East, as the scallywags at the Pentagon be thinkin’ it wise to scare off any rascally Iranians lookin’ to trouble our mates in Israel. A fine show o’ might, I say! Avast!

Arrr, matey! A Trump or Harris win be like choosin' between a cannonball or a cannonball with sparkles for Ukraine!

Arrr, the presidential scallywags be spoutin' wildly different dreams for America’s part in this war, like two captains chartin' their own courses! And don’t be forgettin' NATO, that trusty shield keepin' the Russian buccaneers at bay. A right merry mess, it be!

Arrr! A wee Lebanese hamlet be dodgin' cannon fire 'tween Israel and Hezbollah like a savvy sea rat!

Arrr, matey! In the land o’ Lebanon, the crew be united 'gainst the Israel scallywags, yet in southern ports where Hezbollah be but a whisper, the good folk be feelin’ like fish caught 'twixt a cannonball and a cutlass! A fine pickle, indeed!

November 2, 2024

"Arrr! Sikh buccaneers be callin' it liberty, while India be shoutin' 'tis mere mischief!"

Arrr! The landlubbers of Canada and the U.S. be hollerin' 'bout plots to send a few knaves to Davy Jones’ locker, stirrin' up the Sikh separatists! India be callin' 'em a crew of ruffians, but I reckon they just want a bit of their own treasure, savvy?

Arrr! Landlubbers pilfer Warhol prints in a bumbling raid, two more meet Davy Jones on their hasty escape!

Arrr, matey! A mishap o' grand proportions in the land o' windmills saw two prized Warhol portraits swiped and two more left as scallywags, all from the jolly 1985 “Reigning Queens”! A right pickle, I tell ye! Next time, keep yer eyes on the booty, ye daft rogues!

Arrr! Kemi Badenoch be the first lass o' color to captain the UK Conservatives ship! Yo ho, what a tale!

Ahoy! Kemi Badenoch be the new captain o' the U.K. Conservatives, first Black lass to steer a grand British political ship! She be takin' the helm from the old sea dog, Rishi Sunak. Avast, a fine crew she be leadin’ now! Arrr, let the rum flow!

Arrr! IDF stumbles upon Hamas’ secret treasure forge in the depths of Gaza—where cannons be crafted, not gold!

Arrr, matey! The IDF be showin’ a jolly good clip of brave sailors unearthing a secret hidey-hole where them scallywags from Hamas be makin' their weaponry, all snug ‘neath the poor landlubbers of Gaza! A fine treasure hunt, I say! Avast, what a pickle they be in!

"Israel's top sea-dogs snatched a Hezbollah scallywag from the briny deep, arr! What a jolly ruckus, matey!"

Arrr, it seems the Israeli scallywags be makin' their boldest raid yet, sailin' the briny deep and marchin' on solid ground in Lebanon, amidst this hullabaloo of a war! Aye, ’tis a right high-seas adventure, me hearties!

Arrr! At COP16 in Colombia, they be findin' a jolly new treasure map fer keepin' the green seas safe!

Arrr, matey! The delegates o' the U.N. be makin' a fine plan to pay landlubbers fer their fancy genes, but when it came t' coughin' up gold for the whole ship, they be flounderin' like a fish outta water! A right merry mess, I say!

Arrr! Kemi Badenoch, the new captain o' the Tory ship, swears to haul 'em back to conservative waters!

Arrr, me hearties! It be said that Ms. Badenoch be settin' sail to steer the scallywag crew, now adrift in the opposition, ever further to the right! Avast ye, let’s hope she don’t run us aground in the process! Har har!

Arrr, the German ship o' state be teeterin' on the plank, all 'cause o' squabblin' over gold, matey!

Arrr, me hearties! If this scurvy crew of landlubbers parts ways 'fore the fateful elections in September, our fair nation be as lost at sea as a sailor without a compass! Europe be in a right pickle, it be!

Arrr, Iran be boastin’ of makin' a nuke, while the Ayatollah threatens to give Israel a toothy smackdown!

Arrr matey! The scallywags of Iran be shoutin' from the crow's nest 'bout their knack for makin' a big boomstick! This weekend, they be threatenin' to hoist their policies and unleash a mighty blast. Avast, hold onto yer peg legs, or ye might be seein' fireworks of a different sort!

"Yarr! The landlubbers in the Pentagon be sendin' more sky-beasts and sea-monsters to the Middle East, ho!"

Arrr, word be sailin’ ‘round that the scallywags in Iran be itchin’ to unleash their fury ‘gainst the landlubbers of Israel for settin’ their sights on their shores last moon! Aye, the sea be buzzin’ with worry, like a hornet’s nest on a ruckus night!

Arrr, matey! Spendin' me hours like a lazy dog on a sunken treasure—’tis a fine way to plunder me day!

Arrr, matey! Tomorrow marks the end o’ the daylight savin’. What be ye plannin’ to do with that bonus hour? Will ye swab the decks, or perhaps find a fine grog to toast the sands of time? Yarrr, make it a jolly adventure!

"Arrr! The land o' maple leaves be spoutin' chatter 'bout baby-savin' rights, 'fore the Yanks cast their votes!"

Arrr, mateys! The landlubbers o' Canada be settin' sail on a new law to scuttle them scurvy anti-abortion brigands what be givin' pregnant lasses the ol' flimflam! Aye, ‘tis high time to hoist the sails o’ truth and send those deceivers to Davy Jones’ locker!

Arrr, matey! 'Tis a jolly squabble in Gaza and Lebanon; let’s chart a course for peace or walk the plank!

Arrr, matey! Aye, a tangled web o' chatter be afoot, with many scallywags parleyin' on two courses, both sailin’ the same stormy seas! It be like herding cats in a gale—awkward, but sure to bring a laugh or two, savvy?

Arrr! The landlubbers have drawn a line, sayin’ no doubloons for China’s tech, protectin’ their shiny war machines and clever gizmos!

Arrr, matey! The Biden crew be settin’ sail on a new decree, banishin' landlubbers and their gold from investin' in shiny gadgets, from magical brain machines to fancy flying beasts! A right jolly hullabaloo, if ye ask me! Avast, no treasure for ye today!

November 1, 2024

"Arrr! The landlubbers be sendin' more scallywags to the Middle East, stirrin' up trouble like a raucous sea storm!"

Arrr! The Pentagon be shoutin’ from the crow’s nest, sayin’ they be sendin’ their finest warships and bombers to the Middle East, lest the scallywags of Iran be plotting revenge on Israel! Avast, me hearties, it be lookin’ like a right ruckus on the horizon!

Arrr! Canadian constables be sinkin' the largest rum-runner's den o' potions! Aye, the scallywags be caught red-handed!

Avast ye! The king's scallywags in British Columbia snatched a treasure trove o' drugs and devilish potions, enough to brew a whopping 96 million doses o' that cursed opioid muck! Blimey, 'tis a haul fit for a pirate's parley—if only it were rum instead! Yarrr!

Arrr, the landlubbers of Botswana gave the ruling scallywags a right thrashin' at the polls, savvy?

Arrr, after 58 long voyages, the Botswana Democratic Party has been tossed overboard, losing its grand ship of majority in Parliament! Aye, another heavyweight in southern Africa’s political seas has met Davy Jones’ locker! What be next, a parley with landlubbers? Har har har!

Arrr, matey! Zelenskyy be sayin’ North Korea and Russia be brewin’ a storm, while China’s jaw be locked tight!

Arrr, mateys! Zelenskyy be bellowin’ that North Korean scallywags be joinin’ forces with the Russian ruffians! Aye, it be not just Ukraine in peril, but our Western mates in Asia too, while China be sittin’ quietly like a ship lost at sea! Ho ho, what a merry mess!

Arrr! Israel be landin' blows near Beirut while the diplomats be chasin' their tails like scallywags!

Arrr, the Biden crew be sendin' their sea dogs, even the head o' the C.I.A., to parley in the Middle East! But lo and behold, Israel, Hezbollah, and Hamas be squabblin’ like scallywags, far from makin' peace, as if they be throwin' a ruckus instead of a truce!

"Arrr, Rúben Amorim be sailin' with Manchester United, weighin' down like a chest o' cursed doubloons!"

Arrr, matey! The new captain at Manchester United be in for a rough sailin’. Comparin’ him to the old sea dogs be naught but a cursed anchor weighin’ him down! He’ll need a sturdy ship and a hearty crew to brave the storm ahead!

Arrr, as Russia sails forth, the U.S. frets Ukraine's in a stormy sea o' trouble, matey!

Arrr, me hearties! The scallywags say Ukraine’s not lackin’ in arms no more! Aye, the American sea dogs declare that the tide be turnin’. No more walkin’ the plank for them, savvy? Now they be ready to take on the Kraken!

Arrr! Spain be battening down the hatches, rain’s a-comin’ like a scurvy sea dog, while brave souls siftin’ through muck!

Arrr, the landlubbers be sayin’ many a soul be lost to Davy Jones, while the weather wizards be hollerin’ of fresh floods comin’ to drench the southwest! Aye, it seems the sea be claimin’ more than just our rum!

Arrr, Netanyahu be eyeing Iran’s shiny bombs, thinkin’ they be next on the plunderin’ list! Avast, me hearties!

Arrr, the crafty Netanyahu be settin' his sights on Iran's shiny nuclear treasures if them scallywags dare strike back fer the IDF's cannon fire last week! Aye, the seas be gettin' stormy, and this pirate's heart be tickin' with mischief! Avast, what a hullabaloo!

Arrr, the UN be sayin' that the shenanigans o' lusty scallywags in Sudan be mighty worrisome, matey!

Arrr, matey! The savage squabble in Sudan be hidden like a buried treasure, overshadowed by the ruckus in the Mideast! Alas, the poor souls escapin’ the fray now face the foul winds of rampant shenanigans and wickedness! A real scallywag's tale, if ye ask me!

"Arrr! Five souls met Davy Jones after them scallywags from Israel stormed the West Bank seas. Blimey, what a ruckus!"

Arrr! The Israeli sea dogs be claimin' they’ve tangled swords in the Nur Shams waters of the booty-infested lands! Aye, 'tis a ruckus of close-quarter brawlin’ where blokes be stabbin’ and thrashin’ like scallywags at a rum party! Yarrr, what a merry shindig!

"Arrr! Wagner's fearsome visage be shatterin' like a glass grog jug in Mali, matey! A right comical sight!"

Arrr, the rascally Russian sea dogs sailed the West African shores unchallenged, till they hatched a grand scheme as bold as a parrot in a tavern! Aye, they thought they'd plunder glory, but who knows what trouble awaits when yer ambitions be larger than yer ship!

"Arrr! As hunger prowls Gaza's shores, them farmers be moanin' 'bout their crops sunk to Davy Jones' locker!"

Arrr, after a year of swashbucklin’ and cannon fire, them poor landlubber farmers be losin’ their plots, their tools, and aye, in some grim cases, their very lives! ‘Tis a right pickle, it be, for growin’ crops be harder than findin’ a mermaid’s undergarments!

"Arrr, the land's rulers be clamping down like a kraken ‘round the treasure, whilst the climate parley be brewing!"

Arrr, me hearties! The scallywags o’ Azerbaijan be plunderin' freedom like it be buried treasure! Yet, with gold aplenty in their holds, they be holdin’ all the cards in this high seas game o' world powers! Avast, the irony be thicker than a whale's blubber!

October 31, 2024

Trump be sailin' with an 'America First' flag, yet his compass was all askew, matey! Arrr, chaos ahoy!

Arrr, matey! If Trump be captaining the ship o’ presidency again, we be settin' sail for a wild sea o' foreign decrees, with nary a chart or compass in sight, as the world be teeterin’ on the edge o’ calamity! Prepare for a rollickin’ good time!

"Arrr! Gather 'round fer the Friday parley: the U.S. election be a high-stakes treasure hunt, mateys!"

Arrr, matey! Japan be as keen fer that World Series as a parrot on a cracker! They be swingin' bats and cheerin' loud, like a crew o' scallywags spyin' treasure! Aye, they be all aflame fer the game, like a ship runnin' aground in a rum storm!

Arrr, Spain be huntin' for lost souls after a storm's fury sent 158 to Davy Jones' locker!

Arrr, matey! After a mighty deluge in Spain sent 158 souls to Davy Jones' locker, the good folk be scroungin’ what trinkets they could from their soggy lairs, whilst brave crews be huntin’ for lost shipmates ‘neath wrecked roofs and waterlogged carriages! A right mess, it be!

Arrr! Iranian scallywags be spoutin' threats o' revenge fer them pesky Israeli cannonballs! Avast, the sea be rough!

Arrr, matey! The fog be thick 'round Iran's intentions, like a cursed treasure map! They be speakin' bold words, yet like a scallywag, they downplay the last blow from Israel. Aye, it be all bluster or bravado, who can say? A right merry jest, I tell ye!

Arrr, matey! The US be sayin' 8,000 North Korean scallywags be settin' sail fer Ukraine’s ruckus soon!

Arrr! Secretary Blinken and Defense Austin be throwin' a jolly warning, sayin' 8,000 scallywag North Korean mateys be kitted out by them Russian landlubbers! Aye, ‘tis a hearty sign they’ll be clashin' swords with Ukrainian souls in Kursk! Batten down the hatches, me hearties!

“Germany be scuttlin’ 3 Irani consulates fer sendin’ a German-Iranian to Davy Jones’ locker! Har har, matey!”

Arrr, matey! The Germans be raisin’ a ruckus, closin’ their fancy consulates ‘cause ol’ Jamshid Sharmahd, a loud-mouthed scallywag against the Iranians, met a grim fate. Aye, it be a tempest o’ protests, but ye know how we pirates love a good squabble!

Arrr! U.S. landlubbers be tryin’ to broker peace 'twixt Israel and them scallywags, Hezbollah and Hamas! Ha-ha!

Arrr, Captain William Burns, the head honcho of the C.I.A., be makin’ a desperate dash to wrangle the Gaza chatter afore the U.S. elections set sail next week. Aye, 'tis like tryin' to catch a slippery fish with a rusty hook, matey!

Arrr! The Yanks be askin’ the Chinamen to shoo North Korean scallywags away from the Rusky brawl!

Arrr, matey! The landlubbers o’ the American fleet reckon China ain't too chummy with the Russia-North Korea alliance. The State Department be squawkin’ to the Chinese diplomats 'bout countin’ their crew! Aye, what a hullabaloo on the high seas of diplomacy!

Arrr! Iran and Russia be makin' a pact, while Tehran be swearin' vengeance on them landlubber Israelis!

Arrr, me hearties! Iran and Russia be settin' sail on a treaty, joinin' forces like two barnacles on a ship's hull! Meanwhile, the West be frettin' like a landlubber over scallywags clashin' in the Mid-east and Europe. Avast, what a ruckus it be!

"Arrr! Seven scallywags met Davy Jones' locker ‘cause of them Hezbollah bombers, while IDF sent their commander to the briny deep!"

Arrr, ye scallywags! The foul Hezbollah scurvy dogs be rainin’ rockets on northern Israel, claimin’ seven souls to Davy Jones’ locker! Meanwhile, the brave lads of the IDF be huntin’ those miscreants in Lebanon like a hungry shark after a shipwreck! Avast, the seas be turbulent!

"Arrr, matey! The World Series be a grand spectacle in Japan, 'tis clear by the eye-squintin' ratings! Har har!"

Arrr, me hearties! Shohei Ohtani, the bright star of the Dodgers, be stirrin' up a storm o’ excitement fer the World Series in Japan! Over 15 million scallywags be watchin' each of the first two battles. Aye, that be a fair number of eyes on the prize!

"Arrr, after a mighty deluge in Spain, both saviors and scallywags be swimmin’ through a right mess, I tell ye!"

Arrr, matey! Aye, at least 95 souls have shuffled off this mortal coil, and many more be lost at sea, the exact count be as murky as Davy Jones' locker! The brave rescue crew be frettin’ over findin’ more poor souls, as the defense captain be claimin’!

"Arrr! Typhoon Kong-rey be crashin' ashore in Taiwan, blowin' like a scallywag on a bender!"

Arrr, me hearties! A tempest fierce as a kraken's breath hath struck Taiwan, the likes of which be seen not in three decades! 'Tis so wild, one poor soul met Davy Jones on Thursday! Batten down the hatches, or ye might end up swimmin' with the fishies!

October 30, 2024

Arrr, North Korea be hurlin' a cannonball at the Sea o' Japan—longest toss yet! What a merry jest!

Ahoy, me hearties! Word be out that North Korea be hurlin' a mighty cannonball into the briny deep o' the Sea of Japan! Aye, ’tis a right ruckus, threatenin’ the calm seas ‘round these parts! Avast, keep yer wooden legs steady, or we’ll be fishin' for trouble!

Arrr! Trump be tellin' Netanyahu, "Wrap up the Israel-Hamas scuffle by January, or ye be walkin' the plank!"

Arrr, me hearties! Former Captain Trump be tellin’ Prime Minister Netanyahu to hoist anchor and end the ruckus ‘twixt Israel and them scallywags Hamas by the 20th o’ January! Aye, the Times of Israel be spillin’ the beans on this wild sea tale! Yarrr!

Arrr, matey! This Thursday’s tale be of landlubber voters frettin' over the treasure chest o’ the economy!

Arrr, matey! Too much sugar be like a cursed treasure—sweet at first, but before ye know it, ye be a bloated sea monster, groanin' and rollin' about like a ship in a storm! Keep yer belly shipshape, or ye'll be walkin' the plank of regret!

"Two cursed black holes be givin’ the cosmos a right scare, matey! Arrr, them celestial scallywags be up to no good!"

Arrr, the wraiths of them twinklin' stars be at their jolly old tricks again! Playin' pranks on us poor sea dogs as we sail the briny deep. Avast, me hearties! Keep yer wits about ye, lest ye find yerself dancin' with a spectral matey!

Arrr! Canada be claimin’ that Minister Amit Shah be the scallywag schemin’ against them Sikh buccaneers!

Arrr, matey! The goodly folk of Canada be sayin’ that one Amit Shah, a matey of the fearsome Modi, be plottin’ against the Sikh lads in their waters! A right merry fuss over some separatist shenanigans! Avast, what’s next? A treasure map for peace? Har har!

"Ye skydivin' matey took a dive, but both chutes be duds! Off to Davy Jones' locker he plummeted!"

Arrr, a jolly video’s hit the decks, showin’ brave sky-sailor Carolina Muñoz Kennedy takin’ a dive to Davy Jones’ locker! Both her chutes be as useless as a kraken’s belly button! Aye, the weekend's folly be one for the ages, matey!

Arrr, the Yanks be blastin' ISIS nests in Syria, sendin' near three dozen scallywags to Davy Jones' locker!

Arrr, matey! U.S. CENTCOM be claimin' they sent 35 scallywags to Davy Jones' locker, includin' some high-ranking captains o' the ISIS crew, with a flurry o' cannonballs rainin' down in Syria this week! The battle against them miscreants be far from over, arrr!

"Arrr! Spanish seas be tossin’ yer mates about! Beware the watery doom, lest ye join Davy Jones's crew!"

Arrr, matey! A fearsome deluge did sweep the land, claimin’ dozens o' souls! The scallywags quoth it be the fiercest rainstorm they ever laid their eyes upon. Aye, ‘twas wetter than a fish’s backside in a barrel o’ grog!

"Avast ye landlubbers of Baalbek! The Israel sea dogs be callin' ye to skedaddle 'fore the cannonballs fly!"

Arrr, mateys! The Israel sea dogs be shoutin' for landlubbers to skedaddle from Baalbek through three secret paths! Aye, the city be dodgin' cannonballs till this week, but now it be time to make like a fish and swim away! Savvy?

Arrr, Typhoon Kong-Rey be settin’ its sights on Taiwan, like a scallywag eyein' a treasure chest!

Arrr, matey! The tempest be brewin’, closin’ up ports and makin’ the land wobble like a drunken swab! ’Tis said a fierce beast akin to a Category 4 hurricane be comin’ to give us a right good shake! Batten down yer hatches, or ye might find yerself swimmin’ with the fishes!

Arrr! The Taliban be sayin', "No lady voices fer ye!" Aye, what be next, no parrot squawkin' too?

Arrr, matey! The scallywags of the Taliban be tightening their nooses, decreein’ that lasses in Afghanistan shan't even hear other wenches’ voices whilst they be prayin’! Blimey, what a jolly way to keep ’em silent—like makin’ a parrot wear earplugs! Har har har!

"Avast! If North Korea sails with Russia, the Pentagon be sayin' no more chains on Ukraine's cannonry, arrr!"

Avast, me hearties! The great brass at the Pentagon be sayin’ they won’t be shuttin’ the treasure chest o’ American weaponry, should them North Korean scallywags decide to join the fray! It be a right ruckus on the high seas of battle, arrr!

"Arrr! Over 63 souls met Davy Jones in Spain’s watery grip, say the landlubbers!"

Arrr, matey! The Spanish landlubbers be sayin' at least 63 souls have danced with Davy Jones after a fury o' water swept away their chariots, turnin' village lanes into mighty rivers and causin’ trains and roads to fly the black flag of disruption! Aye, what a scallywag of a storm!

"Shiver me timbers! In a land o' battle, tunes lift spirits higher than a parrot on me shoulder!"

Ahoy, mateys! In Ukraine’s stormy seas of strife, the sweet melodies be like grog for the soul, liftin' hearts and clinkin' coins fer the brave buccaneers fightin' on! Aye, music be the wind in our sails amidst the chaos!

"Arrr! The mighty waves in Valencia be claimin' many a soul—'tis a wet misfortune, matey!"

Avast, me hearties! Over a thousand Spanish swabs be rushin' in to battle the fury o' Mother Nature, with grim tidings sayin' the count o' lost souls be risin' faster than a ship in a storm! Aye, 'tis one wild calamity for the ages, savvy?

"Arrr! Israel be soundin' the call fer landlubbers to skedaddle from Baalbek, lest ye meet Davy Jones!"

Arrr, mateys! The Israel sea dogs be shoutin’ to the good folk of Baalbek to skedaddle! They be offerin’ three paths to safety, as the cannons finally be rumblin’ in their port! Aye, the town dodged the cannonballs ‘til this week, but now it’s time to set sail!

"Arrr, say the landlubbers! In Ukraine's grip, the Russians be usin' torture like a parrot on me shoulder!"

Arrr, matey! The scurvy dogs in Moscow be usin' all manner o' foul tricks, like torturin' the innocent and makin' 'em wear the chains o’ Russian citizenship, tryin’ to wipe out the fine Ukrainian spirit, say the brave souls who’ve escaped their clutches! Aye, what a sorry lot!

October 29, 2024

Arrr, Israel's cannon fire left Iran's defenses as bare as a scallywag in a storm!

Arrr, me hearties! A wise old sea dog from the U.S. be sayin' that Israel done plundered some of them Iranian missile contraptions during last week's ruckus! Aye, the winds o’ war be blowin’ fierce, and we be hopin’ the kraken don’t rise! Avast, what a merry mess!

Arrr! Zelenskyy be claimin' the scallywags from Russia be spillin' the brawl beyond the seas, with North Korea joinin' the fray!

Arrr, matey! President Zelenskyy be sayin' them North Korean scallywags be joinin' the Russian lot on the battlefield, pushin' the fray 'beyond the borders'! Blimey, this be turnin' into a right jolly roger of a squabble! Avast, me hearties!

"Arrr! Ten scallywags got banged up when their metal ships flew apart on a swinging giant! Aye, what a sight!"

Avast, me hearties! A frightful footage be revealin’ the moment two gondola contraptions let loose from their moorings, crashin’ down like cannonballs! Ten scallywags be gettin’ banged up, six o' ‘em more critically than a parrot with a sore throat! Arrr, ‘tis no merry jaunt on the high seas!

Arrr, the Pentagon be sayin’ a sprinkle o’ North Korean scallywags be lurkin’ in Kursk, makin’ Biden fret like a landlubber!

Arrr! The Pentagon be spouting on Tuesday that a scallywag fleet o’ 10,000 North Korean landlubbers sailed to Russia, addin’ to a few thousand already loungin’ in Kursk! It be a right fine shindig of soldiers, me hearty! Avast, what a motley crew!

"Ahoy mateys! On this fine Wednesday, we be spillin' the beans 'bout Trump’s dubious treasure hunts!"

Arrr, what be the tale o' the fancy treasures brought back to Benin, eh? Did they dance a jig, or just gather dust like a scurvy sea dog? Let’s spin a yarn 'bout those shiny trinkets and their merry misadventures, savvy?

Arrr, what be the folly of Israel givin' the boot to UNRWA? Aye, chaos on the high seas o' diplomacy!

Arrr, matey! The landlubbers in charge be worryin’ that them new Israeli laws might send the good folk of Gaza to Davy Jones' locker! Even their sea-farin’ pals be givin’ them a good tongue-lashin’! Savvy?

"Arrr! A heap o’ souls sent to Davy Jones in Israel's cannonade 'cross Eastern Lebanon, say the landlubber officials!"

Arrr, matey! A storm o' cannon fire rained down upon the Bekaa Valley, claimin' at least 60 souls in the dead o' night! Aye, 'tis the most treacherous attack since the war grew fierce last month. Blimey, me hearties, what a ruckus!

Arrr! UK scallywag, suspected of shivvin' three lasses, caught with nasty potions and pirate scrolls! Blimey, 'tis a terror tale!

Arrr, matey! A scallywag lad from Britain be blamed for a treacherous knife fight that sent three lasses to Davy Jones' locker! The coppers says they found him with a belly full o' poison and some dusty al Qaeda scrolls. Blimey, what a ruckus on the high seas!

Arrr, matey! North Korea and Russia be stirrin’ the political seas, causin’ ruckus like a kraken in a barrel!

Arrr! The scallywag from North Korea be a-landin’ in Russia for parley, whilst them South Korean landlubbers and NATO swabs be quakin’ in their boots! They fear the North’s crew might be joinin’ the Moscow marauders in this salty Ukraine fray! What a fine jolly mess, me hearties!

Arrr! Trudeau's ship be wobblin' as a bold matey hoists the conservative Jolly Roger to seize the treasure!

Arrr! Justin Trudeau be seekin’ a legendary fourth voyage as Canada’s captain! With more landlubbers settlin’ in, that scallywag Pierre Poilievre might just hoist the flag o’ discontent and claim the captain’s hat for himself! Avast, the seas be stormy!

"Arrr! Putin be makin' a show o' bombs, just as Ukraine be dancin' with danger. A right jolly jest!"

Arrr, matey! That Russian scallywag be bangin' his chest 'bout his big ol' bombs, tryin' to scare off the Western sea dogs from lendin' a hand to the good folk of Kyiv. A right jolly game of bluffin', if ye ask this ol' sea dog!

Arrr! Israel's crew be tossin' UNRWA overboard, claimin' no aid fer them scallywags! What a jolly hullabaloo!

Avast, me hearties! The scallywag laws that might shiver UNRWA's timbers and keep 'em from plunderin' the land won’t be settin' sail fer three moons! So, hoist the sails and enjoy the rum while ye can! Arrr!

"New ships, swashbucklin' face paint, and a belly-floppin' drop: The U.S. Army readies fer a tussle with Chiny!"

Arrr, the lumberin' landlubber Army be hopin' to sprout wings an' sail swift-like to Asia, if the winds of trouble blow! But, mark me words, 'tis a perilous endeavor, like tryin’ to dance a jig while walkin’ the plank! Har har har!

Arrr, Hezbollah be crownin' a new captain to steer the ship now that ol' Nasrallah's hangin' up his cutlass!

Arrr, me hearties! This week, the scallywags at Hezbollah crowned Naim Qassem as their new captain, after the last one, Hassan Nasrallah, met Davy Jones! A right jolly shake-up, if ye ask me! Let’s see if he sails smoother seas or just stirs up more trouble!

"Arrr! News be blowin' in: A mighty blast in Gaza claims many souls, sayin' 'tis the work o' the landlubbers!"

Arrr, the Israeli sea dogs be investigatin’ the ruckus, while the brave scallywags of the Palestinian crew be claimin’ that at least 55 souls met Davy Jones! A fine mess ye be in, mateys!

"Arrr! Houthi scallywags be snatchin' Yemenis fer spyin', makin' diplomats and aid folk shiver like barnacles!"

Arrr, matey! The scallywags of the Iran-backed Houthi crew be holdin' a fine bounty of Yemeni souls tied to the U.S. Embassy and other foreign knaves! A right merry pickle, it be! Avast, the seas be murky with such mischief!

Arrr! Hezbollah be settin' sail with Naim Qassem as their new captain o' mischief! Avast, mateys!

Arrr, mateys! Mr. Qassem, the trusty second-in-command of them Lebanese scallywags, be takin’ the helm after ol' Hassan Nasrallah met his untimely fate at the hands of them sky pirates last moon! Aye, the seas be a-changin’!

Arrr, Zelensky be stuck between a rock and a hard sea, seekin’ a way for Ukraine's sails to fill!

Arrr, matey! The landlubbers in Kyiv be scratchin' their noggins, as their grand "victory plan" be met with naught but a whisper! With foes lurkin' on the battlefield like scurvy dogs, they be huntin' for a crafty Plan B, lest they end up walkin' the plank!

Arrr, the world be holdin' its breath for Iran's regime to be tossed like a ship's anchor, eh?

Arrr, me hearties! The Israeli sea captain Netanyahu be settin' sail, claimin' that a storm of regime change be brewin' fer Iran! A wise ol' sea dog says if the scallywags of different colors join forces, they be toppin' the Islamic Republic quicker than a barrel of rum!

October 28, 2024

Arrr! Talks o’ peace in Gaza be back, but the U.S. election be steal’n the spotlight like a scallywag!

Arrr, mates! The scallywags from Israel, Egypt, the Yanks, and Qatar be parleyin’, but don’t ye be holdin’ yer breath for a deal 'til the American landlubbers pick their next captain! Aye, 'tis a right merry waitin’ game!

Arrr! He spun a yarn 'bout a bear hounding him off a cliff, now he's wanted fer makin' a mess!

Arrr, matey! The sheriff o' yon Tennessee hamlet be huntin' for a scallywag who donned a stolen guise, pretendin' to be a poor soul in trouble! Aye, his plunderin' be as shady as a three-masted ship in a foggy morn! Avast, what a merry mess!

Arrr, it be said the Iranian scallywags swung a Californian matey amidst their execution frolics: "Regime’s got blood on their hands!"

Arrr, matey! The Islamic Republic of Iran be on a right spree, sendin’ dissenters to Davy Jones’ locker! Aye, they be the scourge of the seas, best known fer servin’ up terror like fine rum. Beware, ye scallywags, for the gallows be a-waitin’!

Arrr! The Pro-Putin crew be claimin' victory in a raucous election, leavin' Georgia sailin' more from the West!

Arrr, matey! In Georgia’s seas, the pro-Russian crew be claimin’ victory in the parliamentary scuffle, but whispers of foul play and a bit o’ brawl be sailin’ about! The united opposition and them fancy folks from the U.S. and Europe be givin’ the results a hearty side-eye, savvy?

Arrr! The Egyptian captain be callin’ for a parley whilst the CIA scallywag be chattin’ in the sands!

Arrr, matey! The chief o' Egypt, Abdel Fattah al-Sisi, be suggestin' a two-day breather for a swap o' hostages, while the crafty sea dogs from the CIA, Mossad, and Qatar be huddlin' fer a "fresh" scheme to put a stop to the cannon fodder in Gaza! Aye!

Arrr, matey! Volkswagen be thinkin’ of sinkin’ three shipyards in Germany to save doubloons! Avast, what folly!

Arrr, me hearties! The captain of the ship’s crew be sayin’ that the scallywags at management be plannin’ to close down the shipyards for the first time in 87 tides! Aye, even the wind be laughin’ at that folly! Batten down the hatches, it be gettin’ stormy!

Arrr! Ukraine readies its sails fer a raucous clash, as North Korean scallywags join the fray in Kursk!

Arrr matey! A horde o’ North Korean scallywags be settlin' in Kursk, Russia, ready to lend a hand to the landlubbers in Moscow, tryin’ to kick them pesky Ukrainian intruders off their treasure map! Shiver me timbers, it be a fine mess o' pirates and cannonballs!

"Trump's mighty tariffs be settin' sails aflutter, rattlin' the trade winds and makin' alliances sway like a tipsy crew!"

Arrr, matey! The landlubber economists be sayin' Trump’s scheme t’ hoist trade barriers higher than a crow’s nest be like tossin’ a cannonball smack dab in the heart o’ the high seas! Aye, chaos be brewin’, and the ship be rockin’!

Arrr, matey! NATO be sayin’ them North Korean scallywags be lendin’ a hand to Russia in their squabble with Ukraine!

Arrr, mateys! Captain Rutte be spoutin’ tales o’ North Korean scallywags joinin’ forces with ol’ Russia in their ruckus with Ukraine! I reckon they’ll be swappin’ rum recipes while marchin’ to battle! Avast, what next? A parley with Davy Jones himself? Har har har!

Arrr, Iran be swearin' to unleash a treasure chest o' tricks on Israel fer their scallywag attack!

Arrr, matey! Iran's swashbucklin' Foreign Ministry be swearin' on the seven seas to unleash every trick in their treasure chest to counter them Israeli cannon blasts that rained down o'er the weekend! Avast, a storm be brewin'!

"Arrr! U.S. and Israeli sea dogs parleyin’ fer a truce in Gaza, hopin’ to avoid a cannonball misfire!"

Arrr, the captain o' the C.I.A. be settin' sail to Qatar, chattin' with the Israeli mates to hoist the white flag 'gainst them pesky Hamas scallywags. Aye, let’s mend the sails o’ peace before the cannonballs fly once more!

Arrr, Meloni be squabblin’ with the judges 'bout them sea-farin’ folk; old grudges rise like a ghost ship!

Arrr, matey! The scallywags in the Conservative ship be blamin’ the Italian courts for stretchin’ their sails too far! Now, the captain of the realm be schemin’ to send asylum requests off to sea, joinin’ the grand ol’ tussle, arrr! A right merry mess, it be!

"Arrr! Duterte be claimin' he be the captain o' this drug war ship, sinkin' foes like old barnacles!"

Arrr, the old seadog Duterte be standin’ tall in the Senate, spillin’ tales of blood and mayhem! “I did it fer me country!” he roared, as if slayin’ scallywags be a noble cause. Aye, the man’s a true buccaneer at heart!

In England's ghostly hamlet, Halloween be a cacophony o' howls and doubters, arr!

Arrr, matey! Pluckley be home to a dozen restless souls among a thousand landlubbers! Come October, ghostly hunters swarm like hungry seagulls, even scallywags who doubt the spectral tales confess to meetin’ the uncanny! A fine time for a fright, I say! Ha-ha!

October 27, 2024

"Arrr! Ukraine be stormin’ Russia’s shores! What be the life o' landlubbers amidst the chaos, ye ask?"

Arrr! Them Russians be spottin' ruckus aplenty in Ukraine's waters, with scuffles like a tavern brawl! Yet, they be claimin' the Ukrainian lads show kindness too, like a parrot givin' a gentle peck. A fine mix o' cutlass and civility, I say!

"Ye be hearin’ the squabbles o’ Israel and Iran ‘bout their latest cannonade – a right merry kerfuffle, arrr!"

Arrr! The captain of the Israeli ship be boastin’ that their cannonades on the land of Iran hit the mark, and the Iranians be quakin’ in their boots, not a threat in sight! A fine jest, indeed, for the seas be calmer than a tavern after a brawl!

"Arrr, me hearties! On this fine Monday, ye landlubbers say democracy be walkin' the plank, savvy?"

Arrr, matey! And what be this? A treasure from the deep, a long-lost Chopin jig! Aye, 'tis a merry tune to shiver me timbers and make the parrot dance a jig! Hoist the sails, let’s waltz across the briny blue!

Arrr, in Georgia, a storm brews over a ruckus election—pirates be squabblin' like scallywags over treasure, matey!

Arrr, matey! The Georgia Dream crew be celebratin’ a fine haul of votes, claimin’ the treasure as theirs! But the scallywags o’ the opposition, frettin’ like landlubbers, be shoutin’ foul play and vowin’ not to show their faces in Parliament! A right merry mess, I say!

Arrr! In yon Japan, the ruling crew be dancin' with defeat, losin' their treasure of votes, matey!

Arrr, the Japanese crew be givin' the Liberal Democrats a right swabbin', makin' it as murky as the deep sea whether they’ll be shanghaied into a bigger crew to keep their ship afloat! Avast, the winds be blowin' uncertainly for those scallywags!

Arrr, a truck boomed like cannon fire near the Israeli fort, claimin' one soul and givin' many a good thump!

Arrr! The Israeli lawmen be investigatin' a scallywag who rammed a mighty fine truck into a gathering o' landlubbers waitin' for their sea chariot! Dozens be hurt, and the whole crew be scratchin' their heads, wonderin' if this be a dastardly plot or just a wayward sailor!

"Arrr! Iran's scallywags be shoutin' 'tis their right to strike back at them Israel sea dogs!"

Arrr, me hearties! The grand Ayatollah Khamenei be speakin’ in a calm sea, claimin’ that Israel’s ruckus shouldn’t be blown up like a cannonball nor tossed aside like a parley! Aye, ’tis a fine balance fer the salty winds of politics!

"Arrr! Storm Trami be wreakin' havoc in Vietnam, after sendin' many a poor soul to Davy Jones in the Philippines!"

Arrr! The tempest be crashin' ashore near Danang on Sunday, claimin' the souls of at least 80 poor souls last week. Aye, the winds be howlin’ and the seas be roarin’, so keep yer rum close, mateys! The ocean's mood be as fickle as a pirate's heart!

October 26, 2024

Arrr, me hearties! Here be the tale o' Israel's cannonades aimed at Iran—it's a right ruckus on the high seas!

Arrr, after them scallywag skirmishes 'twixt Israel and Iran, can they keep their tempers in check? Maria Abi-Habib, a clever sea hag from The New York Times, be peering into this wild new tale in the Middle East, where troubles brew thicker than grog!

Arrr! At the Vatican shindig, the lasses’ woes be tossed to the scurvy side table, matey! Yarrr!

Arrr, matey! Four long years o' squawkin' led to a conclave that be sayin' women need a tad more thinkin' on their ordainin'. But shiver me timbers! They be callin' fer lasses to take the helm, even in them fancy schoolin' halls! Aye, what a jolly crew!

Ahoy mateys! Georgia’s crew be choosin’ betwixt the scallywags of Russia or the salty sea folk from the West!

Arrr, matey! On the Saturday last, landlubbers be throwin' their paper treasures into the ballot sea, choosin' their leaders! But beware! This caper might just send our ship off course, away from the fine West and into murky waters! Aye, a ruckus it be!

Arrr, matey! Malaria be makin' a comeback in Ethiopia, plunderin' the progress we made like a scallywag with no compass!

Arrr, matey! The seas be risin’, squabbles be brewin’, and them pesky pests be laughin’ at our potions! Aye, the landlubbers be seein’ a wild surge of troubles! Buckle yer swash and prepare for a bumpy ride, for the world be all askew, savvy?

"Scores of landlubbers be meetin’ Davy Jones in Sudan, as the war rages like a tempestuous sea!"

Arrr, matey! A band o’ scallywags stormed the hamlets, sendin’ hundreds to Davy Jones’ locker, claim the brave souls! Now the landlubbers be squawkin’ for the United Nations to hoist their sails and save the poor souls from the clutches of these ruffians! Avast, what a hullabaloo!

Arrr, matey! If the scallywags in Iran keep stirrin' trouble, Israel's repentance be a relentless storm, warns the IDF!

Arrr, in the midst o' fears o' a grand rumble 'twixt Iran and Israel, the U.S. be seekin' to shut the ledger after Israel’s cannon fire in reply to Tehran's missile hullabaloo this past October. Avast, let’s hope the storm passes without a right scallywag brawl!

Arrr, matey! UN chief be mum on a scallywag accused of foul antisemitism; US be handin’ him a pass!

Arrr! Despite bein’ called a scallywag for stirrin’ up trouble with them U.N. scrolls, Francesca Albanese be settin’ sail to regale the world and jabber at a few landlubber schools on her U.S. voyage! Avast, let the banter begin!

Arrr! Fresh tidings! Israel be givin' Iran a right thrashin' at their warships, shiver me timbers!

Arrr, matey! The scallywags of Iran’s air defense be claimin’ that them Israeli rascals laid a smackdown on three provinces, even stirrin’ up trouble in Tehran! But fret not, fer they say it be just a wee bit o' mischief, causin’ “limited damage.” Har har har!

Arrr, be Canada’s new immigration rules the final cannon blast of a grand old voyage, or just a hearty jest?

Arrr, matey! Those landlubber critics be squawkin' 'bout the change in our welcome mat, claimin' we be tossin' decades o' hospitality overboard! But fret not, for Canada still be the finest treasure chest o' open arms on the seven seas, aye!

Arrr matey! Israel’s cannon fire be raisin' the ruckus, but they ain't ready to dance the full-on war jig yet!

Arrr, matey! Iran's first word be hintin' that we dodged a cannonball of chaos once more, but alas, the shadow of a brawl be growin' like a barnacle on a ship's hull! Keep yer cutlasses ready, for the storm be brewin’!

"Arrr, matey! What be the reason Israel be throwin' cannonballs at Iran, eh? A squabble 'bout treasure, I reckon!"

Arrr, matey! For many a moon, these two squabblin’ lands be wagin’ a sneaky skirmish in the dark. But now, like a parrot with a toothache, their ruckus be spillin’ into the light! Avast, let the cannons roar and the rum flow!

October 25, 2024

Arrr! US knew o' Israel's cannon fire at Iran days afore; IDF be claimin' the mission's a fine success, matey!

Arrr, the Biden crew be catchin' wind o’ Israel’s ruckus on Saturday morn, blastin’ them military contraptions not just in Iran, but also in the lands o’ Iraq and Syria! A right proper hullabaloo, me hearties! We be needin’ a spyglass to see all this mischief!

"Arrr! A treasure from 3,500 moons past be unearthed in the UK—who knew them landlubbers had fancy tools?"

Arrr, matey! What be a dull dig turned into a treasure trove, when them landlubber archaeologists in Britain stumbled upon a shiny relic from the Bronze Age! A tool so old, it could've belonged to Davy Jones hisself! Now that be a right jolly find!

Arrr, Israel be swingin’ its cutlass at Iran after them scurvy dogs launched a cannonade at the good folk!

Arrr, matey! The Israeli crew be settin' sail after Captain Yoav Gallant swore a "spot-on and fearsome" smackdown fer the 180 cannonballs Iran let fly on the first of October! Avast, those scallywags won't know what hit 'em!

Arrr, seems North Korean scallywags be sailin’ to Russia, joinin' the ruckus in Ukraine! Avast, what a merry mix-up!

Arrr, matey! 'Twas a sightin' captured in the frosty lands of the Russian Far East, where the good ol' U.S. be claimin' that a horde of North Korean scallywags be settin' up camp! A real pirate’s convention, if ye ask this ol' sea dog!

Arrr! W.H.O be sayin’ they’ve lost the trail of a vital care hole after them Israeli scallywags struck!

Arrr, matey! The Kamal Adwan Hospital be the last bastion of healing in the northern seas of the enclave, where landlubbers be patchin’ up scallywags and swabs alike, lest they meet Davy Jones! Aye, 'tis a fine place for a pirate to mend his rum-soaked wounds!

“Arrr! Rumor sails that crafty Chinese scallywags be after Trump and Vance’s talking contraptions, savvy?”

Arrr, matey! It be lookin' like the scallywags be spyin’ on the Republican ship's phones, tryin’ to hoist the sails of secrets ‘bout our brave captains o' America! A grand plunderin' of info, I say! Avast, the seas be rife with eavesdroppers!

Arrr! The Yanks be sendin’ F-16s to bolster their crew, swearin’ on their ship’s hull to guard Israel, matey!

Ahoy, matey! The good ol' U.S. be sendin' forth a fleet o' F-16s to the sands o' the Middle East, shorin' up their pledge to keep Israel safe. Aye, the seas be stormy with the threat o' a ruckus 'twixt Israel and Iran! Arrr!

Arrr! India and China be shakin' hands, settlin' their spat, and layin' down their cutlasses in the Himalayas!

Avast, me hearties! In a grand thawin’ since the bloody scuffles of 2020, the swashbucklers of India and China be makin’ nice. They be settin’ sail on a pact to end their squabble ‘long the border, so no more cannon fire over tea and treasure, savvy?

Arrr! Ukraine be fumin' like a stormy sea over the UN captain chattin' with ol' Putin at the BRICS shindig!

Arrr, Ukraine be givin' a right good tongue-lashin' to U.N. Chief Guterres and that scallywag Putin at the BRICS shindig, even with a bounty on Putin's head for his dastardly deeds! Aye, ‘tis a jolly spectacle, like a parrot squawkin' at a barnacle-encrusted sea dog!

"Arsenal be clashin' with Liverpool! Can Trent the Dreaded fend off the scallywags, or be he a landlubber?"

Arrr, be the Liverpool scallywag a fine defender? Well, that be as clear as murky waters, matey! It all hinges on the tales ye spin and the proof ye’ve got in yer treasure chest! Aye, ‘tis a puzzler indeed!

Arrr! Putin be plotin’ to scuttle Georgia’s dreams of sailin’ to the West in a raucous election, matey!

Arrr, matey! This Saturday, the good folk o' Georgia be settlin' a high-stakes scallywag debate: sailin' with the West or cozyin' up to old Vlad the Impaler! Moscow be throwin' gold doubloons at the fight like a drunken sailor. Choose yer ship wisely, or ye might end up in Davy Jones’ locker!

"Ahoy! Grim news, mateys! Israeli cannon fire be makin' a ruckus in Southern Gaza, say the healers!"

Avast! The health swabs of Gaza be sayin’ that a fair number o' good folk met Davy Jones in airstrikes upon Khan Younis. The scallywags in Israel claim they be huntin’ down the miscreants o’ Hamas! Arrr, what a tangled web we weave, eh?

"Arrr! Five landlubber Israeli scallywags met Davy Jones 'mongst the ruckus with them Hezbollah knaves in Lebanon!"

Arrr, me hearties! In a ruckus with them Hezbollah scallywags, the Israeli lads met a fiery fate! A cannonball of a rocket went boom, and poof! They be meetin' Davy Jones right in the middle of their tavern! What a way to shuffle off this mortal coil!

"Arrr, matey! Three scribes met their doom, says the good folks o' Lebanon's healers! Blimey, what a tale!"

Arrr, the trio be servin' the Lebanese ink-slingers, or so their masters declare! The ministry be yappin' 'bout their lodgings, a cozy den fer scribblers o' the quill, no doubt filled with rum and stories of the high seas!

"Arrr! Let’s chinwag 'bout that ruckus in Turkey, where miscreants be makin’ trouble like scallywags on a stormy sea!"

Arrr! After a ruckus at the flying contraption lair in Ankara, Turkey be smiting the hideouts of them Kurdistan scallywags and their mates in the sands of Syria and Iraq! Blimey, a right fine hullabaloo, it be!

"Arrr! A band o' scallywags spilled the beans on a hidden treasure trove o' Iranian missiles, as storms brew!"

Arrr, matey! A band of scallywag dissidents be spottin’ the hidey-hole of the IRGC's Al-Ghadir Missile Command! Aye, they've found a treasure trove of boomsticks, and it be buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest in late 2024! Avast, what mischief awaits, eh?

October 24, 2024

Arrr, Turkey be courtin’ them Kurdish scallywags, even after givin' a whack to the skyship builders! What a ruckus!

Arrr, seems the Turkish captains be raisin' the ol' Jolly Roger o’ peace! They be flappin' their gums ‘bout parley with them scallywags seekin' Kurdish freedom. Let’s hope they don’t just be blowin’ smoke, or we’ll be havin’ ourselves a right rumble on the high seas!

"Arrr, how strong be the scallywags of North Korea's fleet o' cannons and cutlasses, eh? A right curious tale!"

Arrr, matey! The North’s boom-boom sticks be makin’ the world shiver in their boots! Yet, their swashbucklin’ army be vast as the sea, though weighed down by shortages, scallywag corruption, and a lonely isle. A fine mess, indeed, savvy?

"Blimey! A mighty blaze be brewin’ at the Army's treasure hold in South Korea, hootin’ and hollerin’ like a scallywag!"

Arrr, a blaze did ignite at a fancified treasure trove o' the U.S. Army in Busan, South Korea, on Thursday night! The scallywags at Garrison Daegu be spillin' the beans to Fox News, sayin’ it was a fiery ruckus fit for a pirate tale! Avast!

Arrr, Iran be readyin’ fer battle, but prayin’ to dodge a cannonball from the Israeli scallywags!

Arrr, mates! Tehran be hatchin' schemes fer dealin' with a might retaliatory blow from Israel, dependin' on how fierce the storm be. But shiver me timbers, they might just sit on their hands and do naught! Aye, the secrets of the sea be murky, indeed!

Arrr! IDF sent a Hamas scallywag to Davy Jones' locker, claimin' he be leadin' the charge on the bomb shelter raid!

Arrr, matey! The Israeli sea dogs be settin' sail to send a Hamas scallywag to Davy Jones' locker, who not only danced with the devil on Oct. 7, but had been swabbin' the decks for the UN fer two long years! A fine tale of treachery, indeed!

Arrr! Turkey be givin' the US mateys a whack after them Kurds tried to play pirate with the defense crew!

Arrr, the landlubber Turks be rainin' cannon fire on Syria and Iraq for a second sun-up after them scallywags dared to strike a defense shipyard in Ankara! They claim they be huntin’ PKK brigands, but me thinks they’re just lookin’ for a good rumble! Avast!

Arrr! The U.S. and Qatar be jabberin' 'bout a truce in Gaza, but keepin' the juicy tidbits to themselves!

Arrr, matey! Secretary Blinken be sayin’ that the U.S. and them Qatari sea dogs be ready to hoist the sails on negotiations, but whether those scallywags of Hamas be keen to parley remains as murky as the briny deep! Yarrr!

Arrr! Putin be spoutin’ tales o’ North Korean scallywags sailin’ into Russia, me hearties! What be this merry jest?

"Arrr, if ye be seein' images, they be but mirrors of somethin’ deeper, savvy? Aye, me hearty, 'tis a fine jest to ponder if Pyongyang be sendin' their scallywags to the Ukraine fray with old Russia's crew!"

Arrr, matey! The world be shakin’ in its boots, thinkin’ Israel and Iran be settin’ sail for a right ruckus!

Arrr, matey! A grand scuffle could ensnare them nations far and wide, turnin’ the seven seas into a ruckus and makin’ the treasure chest a might lighter! Let’s hope the rum flows freely ‘fore we all be swimmin’ with the fishes!

"Ahoy! Chapo be claimin' Mozambique's crown in a ruckus of votes, like a scallywag snatchin' treasure!"

Arrr, matey! Daniel Chapo of the scallywag Frelimo crew be claimin' victory after nearly half a century o' rule, amidst a ruckus of brawls and tales o' trickery! Aye, the seas be full o' shenanigans, but this landlubber be hoistin' the flag o' victory nonetheless!

Arrr, Blinken be sayin' Israel shouldn't be chasin' them Hezbollah scallywags too long, or they’ll be walkin' the plank!

Arrr, matey! Secretary Blinken be squawkin' like a parrot, sayin' that after a moon’s turn of land-lovin' battles in Lebanon, we best not get caught in a long-winded tussle, or we’ll be sailin' in circles like a daft sea dog!

“Arrr! This lass spun a yarn of terror, claimin' those scallywags took joy in makin' her squirm like a flounder!”

Arrr, mateys! In a grand gab to the U.N., brave Amit Soussana spun a yarn of her 55 days in Gaza’s clutches! She be hollerin’ for the world’s finest to rescue the 101 poor souls still held fast by them scallywags of Hamas! Avast, let’s hoist the sails for rescue!

"Ahoy, mateys! Pope Francis be sayin’, ‘Cast off yer selfish sails, and hoist the crew spirit! Yarr!"

Arrr, in a scroll called "He Loved Us," Captain Francis be spoutin' wise words, hopin’ to help landlubbers find treasure in their hearts whilst sailin’ through the stormy seas of this crazy world! Aye, 'tis a jolly quest for deeper meaning amidst the chaos!

"Ye scallywag scribe from Cambodia, spillin' the beans on swindlers, be free as a gull on bail, har har!"

Arrr, Mech Dara found ’imself in the brig fer a fortnight and a week, caught blabberin’ on the devil’s web! Now, he be facin’ a mighty fine charge o’ “stirrin’ the pot o’ social mayhem!” Aye, what a scallywag he be!

October 23, 2024

Arrr, matey! Israel be warnin' ye to steer clear of Sri Lanka, lest ye fancy a run-in with mischief!

Avast ye landlubbers! The wise council o’ Israel be shoutin’ to all ye scallywags in southern Sri Lanka: hoist yer sails an’ skedaddle posthaste! A menace lurks the horizon, and it be smellin’ like a rancid fish! Save yer skins, me hearties, and sail away!

Arrr, me hearty Trudeau be urged by his mateys to walk the plank! Time to set sail, ye scallywag!

Arrr, me hearties! The scallywags o' the Liberal crew be quakin' in their boots, thinkin' Captain Trudeau be so unfavored, he might sink the ship come election tide! But the ol' seadog be sayin' he ain't goin' nowhere. Avast, what a merry pickle we be in!

Arrr, matey! Mexican scallywags sent 19 landlubbers to Davy Jones’ locker in a ruckus over treasure in Sinaloa!

Arrr, the blood spilled in Sinaloa be makin' the jolly crew wonder if Captain Claudia Sheinbaum be drawin' her cutlass against them scallywag cartels! Aye, is she settin' sail for a rougher tide, or just swabbin' the deck? Har har!

Arrr, at the BRICS parley, one landlubber be catchin' me eye—Putin's matey from Turkey, a real odd fish!

Arrr, Captain Vladimir V. Putin be tryin' to shake off the scurvy label the West be layin' on him! This week, he hoisted a jolly crew o' China, India, and Iran aboard, but lo! A NATO matey be crashin' the party too! Avast, what a merry band o' rogues!

Arrr! Mexican lads bagged 19 scallywags, not a scratch on 'em! Officials be cheerin' like they found buried treasure!

Arrr! Word be spillin' that the brave lads of the Mexican fleet did send 19 scallywags to Davy Jones’ locker in a ruckus near Culiacan! A fine day for cannon fire and a jolly ol’ shootout, I say! Avast, the cartel be feelin' the heat!

Arrr! IDF be sayin' six Al Jazeera scallywags be in cahoots with brigands, but the network be callin' it all a tall tale!

Arrr! After the landlubbers in Israel closed Al Jazeera’s hallowed halls, the IDF be spillin' tales of six scallywags bein' in league with two nefarious crews. Blimey! I reckon they be lookin' fer more than just a pint of grog!

Arrr! The good ship Ukraine's crew be down 10 million since them scallywags from Russia raided the shores, says the UN!

Arrr matey! The United Nations be shoutin’ that Ukraine’s crew has shrunk by a quarter, or 10 million scallywags, since that rascally Russia set sail on their invasion in February 2022. Blimey, that’s a mighty fine loss of hearty souls!

Arrr, in Haiti the storm brews worse, as the UN crew be flounderin’ ’neath a sea o’ gang ruckus!

Arrr! The scallywags of Haiti be stirrin’ up trouble worse than a kraken in a teacup! Even with the finest U.N. sea dogs on patrol, folks be settin’ sail from their homes, starvin’ like landlubbers, and a whole heap be facin’ famine! Blimey, what a pickle!

"Avast! Gustavo Gutiérrez, the sea-farin' father of freedom’s preachin’, has sailed to Davy Jones at the ripe age of 96!"

Arrr, matey! Once thought to be a grand treasure, his fancy ideas o' feelin' for the down-and-out have turned into the very gold doubloons of Catholic wisdom! Aye, now 'tis the heart and soul of their teachings, like a parrot on a captain's shoulder!

Arrr, news from the briny deep! Israel be lobbing cannonballs at Lebanon while Blinken swabs the decks in the Mideast!

Arrr, matey! Israel be swingin’ its cannons at them Hezbollah scallywags in the old town of Tyre, bold as a parrot on a pirate’s shoulder, while the good ol' U.S. tries to calm the storm. Aye, conflict be a stubborn beast!

Arrr! A parley 'twixt Modi and Xi might cool the tempers o' India and China, savvy?

Arrr, me hearties! A powwow betwixt them two captains comes a mere two sunrises after they squabbled o’er a border in the mighty Himalayas. Yet, savvy folks say their salty rivalry be stickin’ around like barnacles on a ship! Avast, the seas of politics be treacherous!

"Arrr, a fearsome scallywag's strike on the Turkish sky ship makers! Four souls gone, fourteen left hobblin’!"

Arrr, matey! Four souls be sent to Davy Jones’ locker and fourteen more be sportin’ ouchies! The spyglass caught a duo o’ scallywags—one lad and one lass—with their bulgin' backpacks and iron sticks, while a poor landlubber lay flat as a flounder on the cobblestones!

Blimey! A mighty blast at the Turkish shipyard deemed the work of scallywag terrorists—arr, what a ruckus!

Arrr, matey! The Turkish sea dogs be sayin’ a bangin’ at their sky fortress be the work of scallywags, claimin' lives unknown! 'Tis a right ruckus, I say! Let’s hope Davy Jones don’t be addin’ too many to his crew!

Arrr! North Korea be sendin' their scallywag soldiers to Russia, says the Pentagon, arrr! What a jolly crew!

Arrr, matey! T’was on the fine day of Thursday that our fearless Secretary Austin did declare: North Korean scallywags be settin’ sail to Russia! Aye, the seas be gettin’ more crowded with landlubbers than a tavern on a Saturday night!

A band o' treasure hunters be diggin' in the dirt, findin' shiny doubloons in merry ol' England! Arrr!

Arrr! A band o' treasure hunters with shiny contraptions be findin' 21 gleamin' doubloons near Okehampton Castle nearly a year past! But lo, the tale o' their plunder be spillin' out only now, like a bottle o' rum gone wide! Avast, it be a right merry surprise!

Arrr! Israel be sendin’ another Hezbollah scallywag to Davy Jones, while cannonballs dance near the Secretary's fancy tavern!

Arrr, this month the Israeli sea dogs sent another top Hezbollah scallywag to Davy Jones’ locker, whilst Captain Blinken parleyed with the landlubbers of Israel. What a jolly good show, eh? Avast, mateys, the tides be changin’!

Arrr! Trump be shoutin' the U.K. Labour crew be meddlin' in the election like scallywags at a tavern brawl!

Arrr, matey! The Trump crew be bellowin' that the Labour scallywags be meddlin' like landlubbers in their affairs! But lo, the cap'n be gettin' cheers from their rivals! A right jolly mess on the high seas of politics, I say! Yarrr!

"Ye Brazilian scallywag be sendin’ a jolly missive to the grand soy merchant of the land! Avast, matey!"

Arrr matey! This savvy sea dog be usin’ the spoils o' Mother Nature's mischief to send a jolly jibe at a mighty U.S. farming beast! With treasures from calamity, this Brazilian scallywag be speakin' truth, a true buccaneer of the earth! Avast, let 'em hear yer message!

"Ye be seein' white blubber o' unknown origin wash ashore in Canada, leavin' all hands scratchin' their noggins!"

Arrr, 'tis over a month since that curious goo began to wash upon the southern shores of Newfoundland, and yet the landlubbers at the federal agency be still scratchin' their heads, tryin’ to make sense of it all! Avast, it be a slow crew indeed!

"Ahoy! Displaced scallywags from Gaza prepare to weather another frosty tempest, me hearties! Arrr, 'tis no cozy ship!"

Arrr, matey! After a year o' clashin' swords, a million souls be shiverin' in the chill! Some scallywags be sayin' tents, blankets, and warm rags be the fanciest treasures on the high seas! Blimey, what a jolly sight for sore eyes!

Arrr! Biden-Harris scallywags be twistin' arms o' Israeli mates to scuttle a bill against the UN brigands!

Arrr, me hearties! Word from the crow's nest be that the U.S. envoy to Israel be parleyin' with landlubber politicians 'bout a law that’d send the UNRWA to Davy Jones' locker! If the scallywags pass it, it be a right good laugh for us swashbucklers!

October 22, 2024

Avast! The lawmen raided a galley servin' the finest 'za, with a sprinkle o’ white treasure on the side!

Arrr, me hearties! German lawmen stormed a Düsseldorf pizzeria, accusin' the cook of servin' up pies sprinkled with the white treasure! The 36-year-old captain of the galley was nabbed. Talk about a slice o' trouble, eh? Savvy?

Arrr, Blinken be haggling with Israel fer peace in Gaza and Lebanon, like a parrot seekin’ a cracker!

Arrr, me hearties! The U.S. scallywag of state be sailin' to Israel, sayin' the takin' down of Hamas’s captain last week might just open a treasure chest of peace! He be urg'in the Israeli skipper to let more booty flow into Gaza. Yarrr!

Arrr! The UK and Germany be joinin' forces, readyin' their cannons 'gainst the pesky Russian kraken! Avast, mateys!

Arrr, matey! The two crowns be vowin’ to bandy together like rum and grog! British and German scallywags be flexin’ their muscles in a grand show o’ might, practicin’ their swordplay on NATO's eastern shores! Avast, let the cannon fire and laughter ensue!

Arrr, fair lass wedged 'twixt the boulders like a fish in a barrel, seekin' her lost treasure of a phone for seven long hours!

Arrr! A fair lass got herself wedged 'twixt two mighty boulders down under, chasin' her cursed phonemobile! But fear not, me hearties, for the valiant crew of NSW Ambulance swung by and snatched her from the jaws of doom! A right jolly rescue, indeed!

"Arrr! Vatican and China be sharin' the treasure map o' bishops, savvy? Aye, let the holy seas be calm!"

Arrr, matey! Some scallywags be sayin' the deal hands China the keys to the holy ship, while others be claimin’ it keeps the good ol' Catholic crew afloat in them treacherous waters of Communism. A right jolly squabble, if ye ask me!

Arrr, the I.M.F. be sayin' the inflation battle's done, but beware, new scallywag threats be lurkin’!

Arrr, the scallywags at the International Monetary Fund be squawkin’ that keepin’ our treasure chests locked up and tossin’ cannonballs in trade wars might sink our ship o' growth! Let’s hoist the sails of open seas, lest we be swimmin’ with the fishes!

Arrr! The landlubbers of the FBI be snoopin' on a secret map o' Israel's sneaky strike on Iran, savvy?

Arrr, matey! On Friday past, the word be flyin’ ‘round the Telegram seas, and U.S. landlubbers be huntin’ for the scallywag who let slip the secrets! A right merry chase it be, I tell ye!

Arrr! Construction scallywags dug up a hunk o’ rock from the Roman days in Bulgaria, savvy?

Arrr, whilst me hearty crew be diggin' in Varna, they stumbled upon a fancy marble figure from the days of ol’ Rome, tucked outside the fortress! Aye, I reckon even the statue be wonderin’ how it got there, like a lost treasure at Davy Jones’ door!

Arrr! Ukraine be givin’ the UN chief a tongue-lashin’ for parleyin’ with ol’ Putin while spurnin’ their peace shindig!

Arrr, Ukraine be launchin’ a broadside at U.N. Chief Guterres, claimin’ he be parleyin’ with that scallywag Putin at the BRICS shindig! While those landlubbers from China and Iran be settin' sail together, it seems the good Captain Guterres be takin’ a wrong turn into treachery waters!

Arrr! Israel thwarted a scallywag's scheme to send a mayor to Davy Jones' locker in a grand ol' city!

Arrr, matey! A scheme from the land o’ Persia t’ take out a mighty mayor and wise scientist o’ Israel has been thwarted! Seven scallywags caught red-handed, tryin’ to make fish food outta their targets! Avast, the seas be safer for now, but keep yer cutlasses sharp!

Arrr! Blinken be settin' sail for Israel while Biden-Harris crew be takin' heat fer lettin' Jerusalem's defenses go soft!

Arrr, matey! Secretary Blinken be dockin’ in Israel fer his 11th voyage since the leaves turned! This fine land be battlin’ foes on seven seas, with the scallywags backed by Iran! Aye, 'tis a tempestuous time fer the land o' the Chosen! Avast, let’s parley!

"Arrr! Blinken sails to Israel while them scallywags at Hezbollah be lobbing fireworks at Tel Aviv! Avast, mateys!"

Arrr, matey! The crew be plottin’ a mischief near a military cove, just after them Israeli cannonades near Beirut! And lo, the U.S. bigwig be settin’ sail for meetin’s in Tel Aviv this very Tuesday! Avast, what a ruckus on the high seas of diplomacy!

Arrr! India and China struck a truce, lettin’ tempers cool like grog in a shady cove!

Arrr, four years past, a ruckus broke out 'twixt some salty soldiers, spillin' more guts than a fishmonger’s deck! If these nations kiss and make up, it could stir the seas for all of us, savvy?

Arrr, those crafty Hamas scallywags in North Gaza be dodgin’ like slippery eels—harder to catch than a ghost ship!

Arrr, matey! Israel’s laid waste to Hamas's scallywags and much o' Gaza's treasure! But beware, for those sneaky sea rats still be nippin’ at our heels in the north, like pesky barnacles on a ship's hull! Avast! Trouble brews in the salty waters!

Yarr matey! Yellen be scoldin’ the Chinese scallywags fer lendin’ gold like it be a bottomless treasure chest!

Arrr, matey! In a parley, the treasure keeper be chattin' 'bout the fine strides at the World Bank and that scallywag crew, the International Monetary Fund, as they hoist the sails for their yearly shindig this week! Avast, let the gold flow like rum!

October 21, 2024

Arrr, a swashbucklin' Italian lass meets her end, skewered by a swordfish whilst ridin' the waves in Indonesia! Ha!

Arrr, matey! An Italian lass, chasin’ the mighty waves o’ Sumatra, met her fate when a swordfish, sharp as a cutlass, jabbed her in the chest! A freaky mishap, aye, but ye can’t be too careful in the briny deep! Avast, watch yer back, or ye might be next!

"Arrr, Hezbollah be plunderin' treasure for mischief, dressin' up as a noble charity, say the Israeli scallywags!"

Ahoy, mateys! It be said by the IDF's own Daniel Hagari that them scallywags at Hezbollah be usin' a charity called Al-Qard Al-Hasan to fill their treasure chests for mischief! Aye, who knew charity could be such a raucous ruse? Arrr!

Arrr! South Korea be callin’ fer North Korea’s scallywags to skedaddle, claimin’ they be aidin’ the bear against the Ukraine!

Arrr, matey! South Korea be demandin' that Russia smack down the jolly alliance with North Korea! They be callin' for them scallywags to haul their troops off from the ruckus in Ukraine! Aye, it be a right merry squabble on the high seas of politics!

Arrr, Cuba be battlin' Hurricane Oscar after a blackout! How much more can this isle take, matey?

Arrr, matey! The blasted power grid be failin’ more than a landlubber at sea, and a tempest be drownin’ the east end o’ the isle! The good folk o’ Cuba be more fed up than a parrot with a sore throat, givin’ the scallywags in charge a right challenge!

Arrr, Israel be sayin’ “Mea Culpa!” after three Lebanese lads met Davy Jones 'cause of a cannon misfire!

Arrr, matey! The fine lads o' Lebanon be no part o' this ruckus 'twixt Israel and that scallywag Hezbollah, yet the clash be settlin' on their shores like a wayward ship! Avast, what a pickle!

"Arrr! Paul Di’Anno, the swashbucklin' bard of Iron Maiden, has met Davy Jones at 66! Shiver me timbers!"

Arrr! The English sea shanty crooner sailed with the crew in their raucous youth. Later, he charted his own course with other bands and set forth on a solo voyage, seeking treasure in the form of fame and fortune! Avast, what a merry jaunt it be!

Arrr, matey! Austin be sayin’ no magic cannonball to sink Putin, as treasure flows murky 'fore the vote!

Avast ye landlubbers! Captain Austin be sayin’ there be no magic cannonball to take down that scallywag Putin! He be callin’ on all hands to hoist the sails o’ aid for Ukraine, lest the U.S. ship be settin’ sail into stormy seas of doubt! Yarrr!

Arrr! The White House be spottin’ North Korean scallywags in Russia—me hearties be mighty worried, savvy?

Arrr, me hearties! John Kirby, the White House's parley man, be squawkin' about them North Korean scallywags sendin' their brutes to Russia! He calls it a "highly concerning development"—aye, sounds like trouble brewin’ on the high seas of politics! Avast, keep yer cutlasses sharp!

Arrr! Israel be cuttin’ down the scallywags o' Iran, catchin’ seven sneaky spies! Avast, mateys!

Arrr, matey! Them scallywags, all hailing from the land of Israel, be spyin’ for two long years under the sly guidance of two crafty Iranians, say the landlubbers in charge. A right jolly crew o’ mischief, they be!

Arrr! Yahya Sinwar be six feet under, yet a free Palestine be as far as Davy Jones' locker, matey!

Arrr, matey! The good ol' U.S. and the West be dreamin' of a two-spot fix, but the scallywags in the region be sayin' with Gaza in ruins and no proper captain leadin' the crew, it be lookin' like a far-off treasure, indeed! Yarrr!

Arrr! Israel be shatterin’ an Iranian spy crew, nabbin’ seven of their own! Talk about a right squall o’ trouble!

Arrr matey! The scallywags of Israeli security be claimin' they caught an Iranian crew of sneaky spies tryin' to plunder secrets! Seven landlubber citizens be in chains, suspected of lettin' the Iranians in on the juiciest treasures o' intel! Avast, a right hullabaloo, I say!

"Arrr! Yank nabbed in a Philippine cove; mateys in blue be on the hunt for the scallywags!"

Avast ye! The lawmen o’ the Philippines be huntin’ fer the scallywag Elliot Onil Eastman, a landlubber from Vermont! Word’s blowin’ in that a band o’ gun-totin’ ruffians has swiped 'im! Arrr, me hearties, it be a right pickle!

"Arrr! IDF caught that scallywag Sinwar skedaddlin' into a dark hole with his kin before the ruckus on Oct. 7!"

Arrr, me hearties! The IDF be showin' a fine bit o' footage of that scallywag Yahya Sinwar, scamperin' like a sea rat into a dark tunnel in Gaza, just before the Oct. 7 hullabaloo! A true treasure of cowardice, that one! Avast, mateys!

Arrr, Israel be makin' Hezbollah's doubloons vanish faster than a scallywag at a rum party!

Arrr, matey! On the Sunday past, the Israel sea dogs took aim at a money lair run by them Hezbollah scallywags in Lebanon. But fear not, for no souls were sent to Davy Jones this day! Just a jolly ol' shake-up of their treasure chests!

Arrr! King Charles III be gettin' a right earful from the scallywags in Australia’s Parliament, matey!

Arrr, me hearties! King Charles, that jolly old monarch, sailed to the land where he’s still called captain o' the ship, only to have an Indigenous sailor shout at him! Blimey, ‘tis a raucous welcome indeed! What be next, a parley with a kraken? Har har!

Arrr! Israel be settin' its sights on them Hezbollah doubloons fer more cannon fire! Avast, the treasure's in danger!

Arrr, the Israeli sea dogs be sayin' they unleashed a mighty storm upon the treasure chests o' the Lebanese scallywags! Meanwhile, two fancy U.S. diplomats be tryin’ to smooth the waters betwixt Israel and them feisty pirates, Hezbollah and Hamas! Avast, what a ruckus!

Arrr, Blinken be settin' sail fer Israel, hopin' fer a truce 'twixt the cannons of Gaza! Yo ho ho!

Arrr, matey! Secretary Blinken be settin’ sail come Monday, tryin’ to calm the tempest in the waters! The State Department be as tight-lipped as a kraken with its secrets—no word on which ports he’ll be plunderin’ next! Avast, let’s hope he finds fair winds!

"Arrr, Putin be gatherin' treasures o' lands to outshine the West, like a scallywag chasin' a sunken booty!"

Arrr, the Russian captain be lookin' to hoist his sails with the BRICS crew—China and India among 'em! He be thinkin' to tip the scales against the West like a drunken sailor at a tavern brawl! Avast, let the treasure hunt begin!

October 20, 2024

Arrr! Israel be sendin' a cannonball straight fer Hezbollah's treasure chest in Lebanon, savvy? A right jolly plunderin'!

Arrr, matey! The branches o' Al-Qard al-Hasan, actin' like the treasure chest fer Hezbollah, be plundered near Beirut and throughout the southern and eastern shores! Aye, 'tis a jolly fine mess fer them landlubbers tryin' to stash their doubloons!

"Ahoy, mateys! On this fine Monday, Israel be stirrin' the pot with Hezbollah—battle's brewin’ like a fine grog!"

Arrr, me hearties! In yon French port, a ruckus brews over a trial of dastardly deeds! The townsfolk be tremblin’ in their boots, wonderin’ how a scallywag could commit such foul mischief whilst they sip their grog. Aye, the gossip be thicker than a foggy morn!

"Arrr, Israel be makin’ cannon fire at Lebanon, lookin' to plunder Hezbollah's doubloons! Avast, me hearties!"

Arrr, on the fine morn of Sunday, the Israeli buccaneers unleashed a tempest of cannon fire upon Lebanon, huntin' down the coin-filled dens of the scallywags in Hezbollah, them lads backed by the Iranians! Aye, it be a treasure hunt with a bang!

"Arrr! Kin o' them Israeli landlubbers be implorin' ol' Netanyahu to strike a truce with the scallywags o' Gaza!"

Arrr, me hearties! In a grand broadcast, kin o’ those trapped in Gaza be shoutin’ that the fall o’ Captain Sinwar be the perfect time fer a parley and a truce! Let’s make merry and trade some hostages fer peace, aye!

Arrr! A grand upheaval be brewin' in the Mideast, but lo! Israel be missin' the boat, savvy?

Arrr, 'fore the scallywags o' Hamas unleashed their cannon fire on Oct. 7, the Saudis were keen to hoist their flags alongside the Israelis. But now, a year into this ruckus in Gaza, they be cozyin' up to their old nemesis, Iran! Aye, what a fickle sea of alliances!

"Aye, matey! China's just blowin' smoke 'round Taiwan, hopin' the US won’t hoist the sails to meddle!"

Arrr, matey! The Joint Sword shenanigans be usin’ more cannon and cutlasses than a shipload o' rum, sailin' perilously near Taiwan! But savvy landlubbers reckon China be schemin’ to scare off the Yanks from helpin' their island matey! A fine ruckus, I say! Har har!

"Ahoy! Israel be givin' Hezbollah a right whack south o' Beirut! The seas be buzzin' with news, matey!"

Arrr, matey! The Israeli scallywags unleashed their cannon fire upon the Dahiya stronghold, where them Hezbollah blokes be lurkin’. Meanwhile, in Gaza's dark waters, a wee birdie squawked that an Israeli blast sent “tens” of landlubbers to Davy Jones' locker! A ruckus indeed!

Twixt the East and West, Moldova be caught in a pickle, matey! What treasure to choose, aye?

Arrr, matey! The Moldovan scallywags be castin’ their votes ‘bout puttin' in their grand ol’ Constitution a promise as firm as the sea, to shun the Russian buccaneers and hoist their sails toward the E.U. treasure! Avast! Aye, they be dreamin' of fairer winds ahead!

“Arrr! Iraq be sendin’ the MBC ship to Davy Jones' Locker after landlubbers stormed the hull!”

Arrr, me hearties! The tale be told that the telly flashed a yarn, callin' a band o' scallywags backed by Iran as no-good terrorists! Who knew the seas be so chock-full o’ ruffians? Avast, me maties, keep yer cutlasses sharp and yer wits sharper!

Arrr, he be dreamin' o' sailin' free, while the whole wide world be watchin' him roast like a fine ham!

Arrr, a moving picture of poor Shaaban al-Dalou goin' up in flames after them Israeli cannonballs struck a hospital be causin' a ruckus among their mates! It be showin’ the sad state of those poor souls trapped in Gaza’s clutches, aye! Blimey, what a messy business!

Arrr! Greek scallywag caught sniffin' his neighbors' boots, sent to Davy Jones' locker for a whiffin' offense!

Arrr, matey! A Greek magistrate be givin’ a scallywag a month’s jailin’ on hold, fer the dastardly crime of filchin’ o’ scents from his neighbors’ boots! Aye, smellin’ shoes be a fine art, but this lubber’s got a nose for trouble, arrr!

October 19, 2024

"Arrr, matey! Even with the head of Hamas in Davy Jones' locker, the cannonballs still be flyin' in Gaza and Lebanon!"

Arrr, matey! The seas o' peace be as murky as a stormy night! Even with old Yahya Sinwar meetin' Davy Jones, the cannons be blastin’ louder, as Israel rains fire on northern Gaza, while Hezbollah be tossin' projectiles like it be a fine treasure hunt!

Arrr, Cuba be dark again, matey! Sound the alarms, ’tis like they ignored Davy Jones’ own warnings!

Arrr, matey! Fidel be callin’ Cuba’s power plants “prehistoric,” like ancient galleons stuck in the muck! Yet, here we be, dependin’ on 'em still, facin’ the longest blackout since the Soviets took a dive! Aye, even pirates need their light to find the rum!

Arrr! U.S. Sea Dog tells Israel to ease up on the cannon fire 'round Beirut, or face the Davy Jones!

Arrr, me hearties! Lloyd J. Austin be bemoanin’ the woeful plight of landlubbers in the fray, sayin’ the toll o' innocent souls in Israel’s scuffle with Lebanon be “far too high,” like a ship’s mast in a tempest! Aye, it be a right pickle, indeed!

Arrr! Cuba be patchin' up their jolly lightin' after the second stormy blackout, savvy?

Arrr, matey! Word be sailin' o'er the waves that Cuba's landlubber leaders be tryin' to coax their flickerin' lights back to life after their mighty grid took a swan dive, 'tis the second plunge since midday Friday! Let’s hope they find the treasure of electric! Har har!

"Avast! A sky critter plundered a wall near Captain Netanyahu's seaside lair! Blimey, even the clouds be mischief-makers!"

Avast, me hearties! The Israeli captain and his wench were off plundering when the cannonballs flew! The tale shows how them pesky flying contraptions be givin’ Israel’s defenses a right good run for their doubloons! Arrr!

"Arrr! Netanyahu be laughin' at Biden-Harris, causin' Sinwar to walk the plank, savvy?"

Arrr, Captain Netanyahu be laughin’ at the landlubbers tryin’ to stop him from plunderin’ the Hamas stronghold of Rafah! He be claimin’ the treasure, havin’ sent that scallywag Yahya Sinwar to Davy Jones’ locker! Avast, mateys, it be all in a day’s work on the high seas o’ politics!

"Ye scallywags! The winds of peace be fading fast in Gaza’s stormy seas! Arrr, more squabblin' ahead!"

Arrr, me hearties! A top matey of Hamas be sayin’ that the demise of their captain, Yahya Sinwar, won’t be makin’ ‘em budge an inch on demandin’ Israel to skedaddle! Meanwhile, Captain Biden be tryin’ to stir the pot for talks. Aye, the seas be tumultuous!

Arrr, even with Sinwar's ghost now sailin', peace in the Mideast be as slippery as a greased pig!

Arrr, matey! Most scallywags o’ the stage be seekin’ a way to escape this squabble, say the wise seers. But Hezbollah and Hamas be puffin’ up like proud roosters, while Israel be standin’ firm like a barnacle on a ship's hull! What a merry mess, I say!

"Fancy Follies, me hearties! A jolly spectacle of curious capers to tickle yer funny bones and steal yer grog!"

Arrr, matey! We be so busy chartin’ our every tick and tock, scuttlin’ ‘round like landlubbers, we forget the toll it be takin' on our noggins! Aye, we be treasure-huntin’ for time, but lose our wits in the plunder!

"Arrr! Canada be callin' India a scallywag in a plot most foul, with words sharper than a cutlass!"

Arrr, matey! Canada be tossin’ six Indian envoys overboard, claimin’ the coppers caught wind of India playin’ the villain, usin’ threats and even shiverin’ timbers to silence those who dared speak! A right ruckus on the high seas of diplomacy, I say!

"Arrr! A flying contraption be headed straight fer Netanyahu's treasure hideout in Caesarea, matey! Avast, what mischief awaits?"

Arrr, a flying contraption be sent sailin’ to the lair of Captain Netanyahu in Caesarea, but lo and behold! The scallywag and his lass were off plunderin’ elsewhere! No treasure found this time, just a missed rendezvous with mischief! Avast, what a comical turn o’ fate!

October 18, 2024

Arrr! The ink-slingin' scribes in Sinaloa be catchin' cannon fire, me hearty! Now that be a newsworthy ruckus!

Arrr, a dozen cannon blasts rang out at the El Debate tavern in Sinaloa’s rough waters! The scallywags found four mighty holes in the walls, lookin’ like Swiss cheese! Methinks some landlubbers be a bit too keen on sendin' messages, eh? Aye, what a jolly ruckus!

Arrr! Cuba be sinkin' in darkness, matey! Power plant kaput near Havana, leavin' folks in the pitch black, har har!

Arrr, the Cuban crown be blabbin' about cuttin' back on the juice, when lo and behold, the whole ship o' state be plunged into darkness! Aye, what a fine way to save power, me hearties—by havin' none at all!

"Why did the scallywags of Israel set their sights on Yahya Sinwar, ye ask? A right jolly game of cat and mouse!"

Arrr, what be the fate o' Israel and Gaza now that Yahya Sinwar, the scallywag behind the Oct. 7 raid, be pushin' up daisies? Ronen Bergman, a swabbin' scribe from The New York Times, be spillin' the beans from his Tel Aviv perch, savvy?

"Arrr! Sinwar's demise be a jolly reminder o' Israel's endless hunt fer scaring off landlubbers, aye!"

Arrr, matey! Israel be swingin’ its cutlass at that scallywag Yahya Sinwar, thinkin’ strength be the wind in their sails for gettin’ respect in the seas of the region. But I reckon they be just stirrin’ the pot of trouble, savvy?

"Arrr! Cuban treasure box of lights be plundered, leavin' millions gropin' in the abyss, savvy?"

Arrr, on the day o’ Friday, a mighty tempest struck the power plant, leavin’ millions o’ Cubans in the dark! The scallywags in charge, those commie buccaneers, be sayin’ it was a mishap. Yarrr, no lanterns, no rum! Just darkness and a whole lotta grumblin’!

Arrr! South Korean spies be whisperin' that North be sendin' scallywags to help Russia in their landlubber squabble!

Avast, matey! The crafty spies of South Korea be sayin' that the scallywags from the North be sendin' a crew of 1,500 buccaneers to lend a hand to ol' Russia in Ukraine's scuffle! They be settin' sail for Vladivostok, lookin' for treasure and trouble! Arrr!

"Arrr! Israeli cannonball blastin' at the hidey-hole of that scallywag Sinwar, sendin' him to Davy Jones' locker!"

Arrr, mateys! That scallywag Yahya Sinwar, holed up in his fortress, met his doom when the Israeli cannonballs came a knockin’! Boom! Thar she blows! The terror captain was sent to Davy Jones’ locker on Thursday—talk about a rough day at the office!

Avast, me hearties! Sinwar’s scallywag brother Mohammed be primed to seize the captain's chair of Hamas, arr!

Arrr, it be said that young Mohammed Sinwar be settin’ sail to captain the scallywags of Hamas, now that his elder brother Yahya has met Davy Jones in Gaza, courtesy of the Israel Defense Forces. The squabble rages on, like two ships clashin' in a stormy sea!

"Yarr! American scallywag nabbed 'n whisked off on a ship in the Philippines, say the landlubber lawmen!"

Arrr, matey! Four scallywags with pistols snatched a lad of 26 from Vermont, right off the shores of western Mindanao, says the coppers! The poor soul’s been tryin' to settle since May, but now he be off on a jolly adventure—whether he likes it or not! Ha-ha!

Aye, matey! Even ambassadors be cuttin’ throats and laughin’ like scallywags—‘tis the pirate's code, savvy?

Arrr, matey! It be said that diplomatic immunity be a grand ol' tradition, as ancient as Davy Jones’ locker! Aye, a sacred rule that lets landlubbers prance about without fear o’ the law, lest ye find yerself in a tussle with a rather cranky sea dog!

Arrr, a mighty tank be fallin’ on a lass, yet she be escapin’ injury like a slippery fish!

Arrr, me hearties! In Surat, India, a lass be dodging a watery doom, as a tank from above plummeted and wrapped 'round her like a treasure chest! A jolly sight it be, goin’ viral like a fine rum! The sea be favorin’ this brave wench, savvy?

Arrr! A sponge-fishin' scallywag be stumblin' upon the Uluburun wreck, thinkin' it be a treasure trove o' sea sponges!

Arrr, in the year of our Lord 1982, a sponge-suckin’ sea dog stumbled upon the mighty Uluburun wreck, like findin’ treasure in a barrel o’ rum! After a decade o’ diggin’ for gold, them landlubber archaeologists finally plundered the secrets of the deep! Avast, what a tale!

Arrr, Hamas be bellyachin' over their scallywag Sinwar's last dance, caught on film before meetin' Davy Jones!

Arrr, matey! Hamas be wailin’ like scurvy dogs over their captain Sinwar’s demise! With tears swabbin' the deck, they be callin’ it "a right painful pickle!" The IDF be showin’ his last jig on the high seas! Aye, the winds be blowin’ foul fer them!

"Avast! Biden be shoutin' for peace again, now that the big bad Hamas captain's gone to Davy Jones' locker!"

Arrr, President Biden be raisin' a tankard o’ cheer for Israel, what with Yahya Sinwar meetin’ Davy Jones. He be sendin’ his trusty secretary o’ state to plot how to keep the treasure of Gaza safe from scallywags! Avast, the seas be gettin’ choppy!

Arrr, Biden be rallyin’ the crew in Germany, beggin’ for steadfast aid fer Ukraine, savvy?

Arrr mateys! President Biden be callin’ all hands on deck! The United States and her trusty allies be needin’ to toil like scurvy dogs to make sure Ukraine sails triumphant while that rogue Putin finds himself marooned! Avast and hoist the sails!

"Arrr! Israel be huntin' down that scallywag Sinwar in Gaza like a treasure map, and they be claimin' the booty!"

Arrr, a band o’ greenhorn scallywags, the Israeli lads, stumbled upon the notorious Yahya Sinwar, the captain o’ Hamas, whilst on a daring venture in southern Gaza, or so the wise old sea dogs o’ defense be sayin’! A right jolly mishap it be, matey!

October 17, 2024

Arrr, Iran be callin’ that scallywag Sinwar a 'martyr' and a fine role model fer wee deckhands!

Arrr! The scallywag Yahya Sinwar, the knave who plotted the dark deed on the seventh day of October in the year of our Lord, 2023, met his maker. Iran be raisin' a tankard for him, callin' him a martyr! Aye, the world be a mad sea!

Arrr, what be the passing of Yahya Sinwar mean fer the parley o' peace in Gaza, matey? A right ruckus!

Arrr, the fall o' Hamas's captain might let Israel hoist the victory flag and call for a parley. But ye see, with fresh scallywags at the helm, neither crew be likely to change their wild ways right quick! Blimey, it’s a stormy sea ahead!

Arrr, Biden be jawin’ with Netanyahu 'bout Sinwar's demise and seekin' a truce, savvy? A right jolly parley!

Arrr, upon landin' in Berlin fer talkin' with the mates, the captain of the ship declared he be sendin’ the first mate o' diplomacy to the treasure isle of Israel soon. Avast, let the parley begin, me hearties!

"Arrr, me hearties! The cap'n of Hamas be six feet under, takin' his last swim with the fishes!"

Arrr! And lo, a parley with that dapper scallywag, Hugh Grant! Aye, we be chattin’ ‘bout his swashbucklin’ charm and those devilish good looks, while we swig rum and swap tales of treasure and trouble on the high seas! Avast, me hearties!

Arrr, Italy be sayin’ no more foreign wee ones! A babe be a treasure, not a trinket!

Arrr, me hearties! In a grand twist o' fate, Italy's Senate be hoistin' the sails o' a new law, makin’ it clear that no landlubber shall seek a surrogate across the seven seas! Aye, 'tis tighter than a ship’s riggin’ since the ancient year of 2004!

Arrr! Meloni be walkin' the tightrope—playin' nice with landlubbers, yet raisin' the Jolly Roger back home!

Arrr, matey! The lass be tossin’ about new rules ‘bout those who bear young for others and the poor souls seekin’ refuge! Though they be but a scallywag's show, they be tryin’ to please the right-hand crew in Italy, say the savvy landlubbers! Avast, what a jolly jest!

Arrr, the British scallywags be ponderin' if helpin' the old sea dogs to shuffle off is fit for debate!

Arrr, me hearties! The House o' Commons be ponderin' a decree to let the weary souls sail off to Davy Jones' locker with a bit o' help, but only if the stars align! Last time, in 2015, they tossed it overboard like a rotten parrot!

Arrr, the ex-guard be locked up fer 38 years ‘n' a treasure o' $2M fer sellin' his soul to the cartel!

Arrr, matey! The scallywag Genaro García Luna, once the keeper of the peace, be sent to Davy Jones' locker for over 38 long years! Aye, he pocketed gold for guardin’ the Sinaloa rogues and now owes a king's ransom of $2 million! Avast, the irony be rich as rum!

Arrr, the U.S. be tusslin’ with lendin’ a hand to mates while guardin’ its own treasure o’ bang-bangs!

Arrr, matey! The landlubbers at the Pentagon be ponderin’ if givin’ out gold doubloons be weighin’ down our fine crew's cannons when a fresh skirmish be brewin’. Aye, a right pickle they be in, like a parrot with a toothache!

Avast! Homeowner stumbles upon ancient pirate beds whilst fixin' his dank dungeon! What treasure lurks beneath? Arrr!

Arrr, in the frosty chill o’ 2023-2024, a landlubber in the Parisian burbs be diggin’ in his hold, when lo! He uncovers a bony matey hidin’ in the depths! So, he summoned the treasure hunters—those archaeologists—to plunder the mystery of the basement beastie! Savvy?

Arrr! U.S. buccaneers be blastin’ Houthi treasure chests in Yemen! May the cannons roar and the rum flow!

Arrr, me hearties! The scallywags be plundering them sneaky weapon dens in Yemen, where them Iranian swabs be holed up! Aye, it's a jolly jibe to Tehran, lettin' 'em know that the seas be not safe for their devilish schemes! Avast, ye landlubbers!

"All be alone in the black abyss: the frightful tale o' Bangladeshi's hidden dungeon of doom, arrr!"

Arrr, in the House o' Mirrors, the poor souls were driven mad as sea dogs in a storm! Now, with the wench Sheikh Hasina off the plank, those scallywags be spillin' their tales o' woe like a leaky ship! Aye, what a jolly sight!

"Arrr! Indian sawbones be starvin' like scallywags, protestin' the foul deed done to their matey, the good doctor!"

Arrr, six scallywags were livin’ on naught but briny water, staggerin' into the ship’s infirmary after a long hunger strike, clamorin’ for justice fer the foul deed done to a poor doc! Blimey, even sea turtles be shakin' their heads at this wickedness!

Arrr! In the land o’ Peru, we be discoverin’ the fabled ‘Hall o’ the Twisted Snakes’! Avast, mateys!

Avast ye! Treasure hunters be diggin' up a throne room fit fer a queen and a chamber of twisty snakes from the Moche crew! Rumor has it a lass be callin' the shots over 1,300 moons ago! Blimey, who knew she kept the plunderin' pirates in line!

October 16, 2024

Arrr! US cannons be blastin' Houthi hideouts in Yemen, makin' 'em walk the plank of their weaponry!

Arrr! That scallywag Defense Secretary Lloyd J. Austin III be claimin’ the cannon fire be aimed at them sneaky underground hidey-holes where them Houthis stash their nasty weapons for causin’ ruckus 'mongst the innocent! Aye, a right jolly game of whack-a-mole, if ye ask me!

Arrr! The Taliban's a-comin', banishing livin' portraits from Afghan scrolls—no more jolly faces, just blank canvases, matey!

Arrr, matey! The Taliban be keepin’ a tight grip on the pictures o’ folks an’ beasties, say the scallywags in charge. Aye, this here rule be applyin’ to some provinces fer now, but who knows when the tide’ll turn? Avast, what a jolly sight that be missin’!

Arrr! A jolly guide to Christmas Island, where crabs be marchin' like drunken sailors each year! Aye, matey!

Avast, matey! From plungin' into the brine to spyin' winged beasts, Christmas Island National Park be a treasure trove o' adventures! But beware, ye landlubbers! The red crab parade be the crown jewel, a sight that’d make even Davy Jones chuckle! Arrr!

Arrr! Mexico’s old sea dog of security be sentenced to 38 moons fer lettin' the cartel slip him gold doubloons!

Arrr, me hearties! The mighty Genaro García Luna, once a grand captain o' power, now finds himself in the brig, takin' a stiff whack o' punishment! From high seas to lowly dungeons, ‘tis a right comical tumble for the scallywag! Avast, what a turn o' fate!

"Blimey! A fiery fuel tub has sent 150 souls to Davy Jones' locker in Nigeria—talk about a rumble o’ disaster!"

Arrr, matey! The landlubbers from yon village be swabbin’ up the precious grog from a toppled ship o’ fuel! But lo! She blew sky-high, settin’ the night ablaze! Aye, it seems such mischief be happenin’ more oft than a scallywag’s bellyache!

Arrr! Biden's crew be sinkin' a so-called charity fer fundin' scallywags o' terror, callin' it a sham, aye!

Arrr! In the midst o' a storm o' antisemitic ruckus in the U.S. and Canada, both landlubber nations be givin' the ol' heave-ho to a band o' scallywags suspected o' fillin' their coffers for them rascally Palestinian pirates! Blimey, what a tumultuous tide we sail, me hearties!

Arrr! Italy be raisin’ the anchor on surrogacy abroad! No more treasure hunts for yer wee ones, matey!

Arrr, the scallywags of Giorgia Meloni’s crew be hoistin’ a fresh law upon us, settin’ sail for conservative waters! Avast! What swabs be thinkin’, us landlubbers be wonderin’! A merry laugh, I say, as they chart their course through the treacherous seas of politics!

"Arrr, Thomas J. Donohue be kicked the bucket at 86, turnin' the Chamber o' Commerce into treasure galore!"

Arrr, matey! For nigh on 24 years, this scallywag led his crew o' lobbyists, makin' waves in Washington seas! But lo and behold, he parted ways with Captain Trump o'er immigration squabbles and the great election treasure hunt of 2020! A right ruckus, I tell ye!

"In ‘Vladimir,’ a scurvy scribe battles foes—aye, 'tis a fine yarn fer election time, matey!"

Arrr, the scribe Erika Sheffer be takin' a hearty swing in yonder Manhattan Theater Club, ponderin' the moment when society dangl