Arrr, Trump be chasin' away the doldrums, tellin' the scallywags to keep the tavern's grog flowin'!
2024-10-04
Arrr, matey! Cap'n Harry MacArthur be hearin' from the ol' landlubber Trump! He be spillin' his woes 'bout inflation sinkin' his ship. Aye, stayin' afloat be harder than findin' a mermaid in a barrel o' rum! Avast, the seas be rough!
Arrr matey! Gather 'round, fer I be tellin' ye a tale from the sunny shores of Florida, where a brave soul named Harry MacArthur be fightin' to keep his eatery, Harry and the Natives, afloat amidst the tempestuous seas of a pandemic. Aye, it was a dark time, but lo and behold! A message in a bottle from none other than former President Trump washed ashore, savin' the day with words o' encouragement!"Help save Harry and his fine establishment!" Trump bellowed, blamin' the woes on the dastardly duo, Kamala and Joe. "We must keep the good ones open!" he proclaimed, like a captain rallyin' his crew against a fierce gale. The townsfolk rallied 'round like a band of merry pirates, chip in' doubloons through a GoFundMe set up by young Wyatt, Harry's son. “Turns out everybody cares,” Harry said, his heart swellin' with gratitude.
Ye see, this restaurant be a treasure of the high seas for 72 years, weatherin' many a storm. But as the prices swell like a whale, Harry's crew knew they must hold steadfast. With the winds of community support and the mighty Fox News behind 'em, they vowed to keep sailin' into brighter horizons. So raise a tankard to Harry and the Natives, for they be keepin’ the spirit of the high seas alive! Arrr!