Trump be sayin’ he oughta stayed in his land lubber’s quarters, but alas, he sailed away in 2020! Arrr!
2024-11-03
Ahoy! That scallywag Donald J. Trump, tryin' to claim victory o'er the 2020 seas, did jest that he cared naught if reporters met their fate by cannon fire! A right jolly chap, he be, with a heart as wild as a stormy sea! Arrr!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I regale ye with a tale of the notorious Donald J. Trump, a scallywag who be not content with the spoils of his electoral defeat in the year of our Lord, 2020. This rogue, in his quest to commandeer the throne once more, be settin' sail on a tempestuous sea o’ controversy, tryin’ to overturn the will of the people like a true buccaneer after a long-lost treasure!In a twist of humor that only a pirate with a parrot on his shoulder could appreciate, our dear Trumpster went on to jest, sayin' he didn’t mind if the pesky reporters were shot! Arrr, what mischief! ‘Tis a fine line between jest and treachery, me mateys! The thought of cannon fire aimed at scribes be enough to make even the fiercest crew chuckle and shudder. Perhaps he thought they were takin' too many liberties with his tale, or maybe he just fancied a bit o’ chaos, like a stormy night at sea.
So hoist the sails and raise a tankard, for this be a story of a man chasin’ his lost fortune, throwin' jests like cannonballs, and conspirin' against the currents of democracy. May the winds of fortune favor us all, but especially the journalists, lest they find themselves in Davy Jones' locker!