Arrr, the scallywag's perch be common knowledge; them pesky paparazzi’ve been lurkin’ in them trees like crows for years!
2024-09-16
Arrr, the timber line o’ the Trump International Golf Club be a fine perch for scallywags with cameras, hopin’ to spy the old captain and his merry crew o’ VIPs, like a treasure map leadin’ to a chest o’ gossip! Yarrr, what a sight to behold!
Arrr mateys, gather 'round fer a tale of mischief at the Trump International Golf Club in sunny Florida! A scallywag named Ryan Wesley Routh, believed to be a rather unfortunate assassin, decided to set up camp like a landlubber with a rifle and snacks, eyein' the greens where the former president might play. Aye, he lurked in the shadows for a whole twelve hours, waitin' fer a sight of the ol' captain, but fate had other plans!Lo and behold, a sharp-eyed Secret Service matey spotted this knave and sent him scurrying faster than a rat on a sinking ship. Thankfully, no harm was done, but the local authorities were left scratchin' their heads, grumblin' about beefing up security at the grand ol' golf course. It seems the scoundrel thought he could hide from pryin' eyes behind a tree, but photographers had been known to sneak peeks before, even pokin' their cameras through the bushes!
In the end, Routh was nabbed and found to be no stranger to trouble, with a past filled with more felonies than a pirate's chest holds treasure. So, keep ye wits about ye, mateys, for the high seas of security be fraught with peril, especially when the former captain of the ship be in town!