"Arrr! Be she a fierce Indian lass or a dark-skinned treasure? Trump be scratchin' his noggin at the Black parley!"
2024-08-01
Arrr mateys, gather 'round! Here be the tale of Captain Trump, who claimed the fair Kamala be a lass of Indian blood, 'til one fine mornin’ she decided to don the black coat! Aye, the crew be laughin’ as he spun his yarns at the Black journalist’s feast!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn of a certain scallywag, Donald Trump, who found himself at the grand assemblage of Black scribes, where he boldly proclaimed a tale most curious. This rogue suggested that the fair lass Kamala Harris, his rival from the Democratic ship, had cast aside her Black heritage like a barnacle encrusted on an old hull."Aye, she was always prattlin' 'bout her Indian roots, and I be not knowin' she had a drop o' Black blood in her veins until the tides of time turned," he bellowed, drawing forth a cacophony of jeers and guffaws from the crowd, as if ye were hearin’ the crows aboard a swabbed deck. "Now she be claimin’ to be Black, as if she’s donned a new flag for her ship!"