Arrr, Trump’s grand raid be catchin’ 'em! Yet, they still be marooned in Mississippi, matey!
2024-11-04
Arrr, five moons past, those scallywags raided like hungry gulls, tossin' the lives o' our immigrant mates in poultry towns into a stormy sea! Yet, lo and behold, the fowl fortune still sails on the backs of their toil! Aye, a fine jest, that be!
Ahoy mateys! Gather 'round fer a tale of woe and whimsy from the poultry towns, where immigrant families be workin' like busy bees in a honey pot. Five long years ago, a band of scallywags known as the raiders came crashin' in, stirrin' up a tempest o' fear and chaos, turnin' the lives of these fine folks upside down like a ship in a stormy sea.But lo and behold! The mighty poultry industry still sails on the backs of these brave souls. Aye, they be the heart and soul of the cluckin’ business, wranglin’ chickens and pluckin’ the feathers off ’em faster than ye can say “shiver me timbers!” While the dark clouds of fear still loom above, these hardy immigrants be standin’ tall like the tallest mast on a ship, keepin’ the industry afloat, even as they weather the storms of uncertainty.