Arrr, Biden be beggin' the landlubbers in Congress fer a chest o' doubloons near a hundred million for calamity!
2024-11-18
Arrr, the cap'n be squawkin' 'bout aid like a parrot in a storm, sayin’ it be "urgently needed" as the treasure chest be emptier than a scallywag’s purse after a night o' rum! Hurricanes Helene and Milton be makin’ a right mess, aye! Time to hoist the sails and fill the coffers!
Arrr, matey! Gather 'round, fer news be blowin' in like a strong gale! Our captain o’ the land, the president himself, be proclaimin’ that aid be “urgently needed” to keep our ship afloat amidst the tumult o’ Mother Nature's wrath. Aye, after them fearsome hurricanes, Helene and Milton, be unleashin’ their fury upon us, we find our treasure chests runnin’ low! The coffers o' emergency programs be emptier than a scallywag's promise o' gold!The seas be churnin’ with the wreckage of not just them two tempests, but a whole fleet o’ disasters that be causin’ mayhem on the high seas o' our fine nation. Why, the poor souls who be tryin’ to rebuild be needin’ all the aid they can muster, lest they be cast adrift like a shipwrecked sailor! With the gold dwindlin’ and the storms a-comin’, the good captain be at the helm, shoutin’ for more doubloons to mend the sails and patch the hull. What say ye, crew? Shall we hoist the sails o’ generosity and fill the hold with aid, or shall we be left flounderin’ in the briny deep? Aye, let’s rally together and weather this storm, fer every pirate knows that there be strength in numbers! Arrr!