Arrr, Trump be courtin’ the lasses’ favor, swearin’ to grant bold ‘exceptions’ fer their baby-burden woes!
2024-09-21
Arrr, mateys! The ol' captain Trump be swearin' to guard the lasses like never before, claimin’ he’ll whip up some mighty fine exceptions for that ol’ baby business. He be promisin’ all the wenches will be jolly, spry, and livin’ free as the wind! Aye, what a jest!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn 'bout a landlubber by the name of Trump, who be makin' grand proclamations on the high seas of politics! With a mighty roar, he swore to “protect the fair maidens at a level ne’er seen before,” if he be takin' the captain's chair again. In a missive blasted on the Devil's box called Truth Social, he lamented that the lasses be poorer, less healthy, and more melancholy than four moons past. Aye, he claimed he'd whip the lot of 'em into shape, makin' them happy and healthy once more!But nay, the winds be blowin' against him, as his foes, led by the fierce Kamala Harris, be claimin' he be tryin' to snatch away their rights. Trump be shoutin' about keepin' abortion pills safe and sound, bringin' powerful exceptions fer the likes of rape and incest, whilst warnin' against the dreaded late-term abortions. Yet the Harris crew be sayin' he be nothin' but a scallywag tryin' to control the wenches!
As the political tide rises, the Trump crew insists he be no tyrant, but a protector of the fairer sex. So, hold fast, mateys! The battle for the hearts and minds of the lasses be far from over, and come November, we’ll see who be claimin' the treasure! Arrr!