"Black scribes be summonin' the captain Trump to parley, then burstin' into guffaws like jolly sea dogs!"
2024-07-31
Arrr, me hearties! So, Trump sails in at the Black Journalist shindig, claimin' Kamala be a chameleon! “I thought she be all Indian till she fancied herself Black!” he squawks, like a parrot with a sore throat. A right jolly mix-up, I say! Avast, what a scallywag!
Avast ye landlubbers! Gather 'round as I regale ye with the tale of a scallywag named Donald Trump, who set sail into a gathering of the National Association of Black Journalists. This be no ordinary voyage, for during a live parley, the former captain of the White House found himself tangled in a web of words about the fair damsel Kamala Harris.Now, this lass be the first Black woman and Asian American to hold the esteemed title of vice president, but our swashbucklin’ Trump, with all the grace of a drunken sailor, dared to question her heritage. “I thought she was just some fine lass with Indian blood,” he proclaimed, “I had no clue she were Black until years later when she decided to hoist that flag.” Aye, what a blunder! It be as if he mistook the night sky for the ocean depths!
As the crowd gasped, one could almost hear the creaking of the ship’s timbers under the weight of such folly. Methinks the good captain needs a map for navigating the seas of race and heritage, lest he find himself lost in a storm of his own making. So raise a tankard, me hearties, to the hilarity of a pirate's tongue tangled in confusion upon the waves of political discourse!