Arrr, matey! The court be sayin' Robert F. Kennedy Jr. ain't makin' it to New York's shores, savvy?
2024-09-27
Arrr, the scallywag candidate be beggin’ the wise justices to lend a hand, fer a landlubber judge caught him usin’ a dodgy address on his election scrolls! Talk about sailin’ under false colors, eh? Aye, the seas of politics be a treacherous tide!
Arrr, me hearties! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn of a candidate, bold as a barnacle on a ship's hull, who found himself in a right pickle with the justices o' the realm! This scallywag, in his quest fer power, be havin' a wee mishap with his election paperwork—aye, he listed a home address that be as proper as a parrot in a top hat!The local judge, sharp as a cutlass, caught wind of this treachery and sent the swabbin' back to the hold, sayin', "Nay, ye can’t be plyin' these waters with such tomfoolery!" So, our candidate, desperate as a fish outta water, called upon the mighty justices to intervene, hopin' to sway the tides in his favor. "Please, yer honors," he pleaded, "do lend me yer ears and help me fix this blunder, for I be not ready to walk the plank of disgrace!"
But lo and behold, the justices, with their powdered wigs and stern gazes, be ponderin' the matter with the gravity of a storm at sea. Will they grant this scallywag reprieve, or will he be left adrift on the seas of electoral folly? Only time will tell, but one thing be certain—this tale be far from over, me mateys! Arrr!