"Cap'n of Georgia's wayward Abkhazia sails off, shoving the ruckus overboard! Yo ho, peace be a-comin’!"
2024-11-19
Arrr, after a ruckus o' days where landlubbers nabbed the governor's halls, the captain o' Abkhazia's rebel crew has thrown down his tricorn and scuttled off! Aye, even pirates know when t’ jump ship!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round and lend me yer ears, fer the tale of the land o' Abkhazia, where trouble brews like a stormy sea! The gallant leader, Aslan Bzhania, has thrown in his towel after a ruckus that saw the good folk stormin' government strongholds, with at least 14 scallywags takin' a tumble in the tussle with the lawmen.The folks be raisin' a ruckus over some dastardly new measures lettin' Russians snatch up property in their fair coastal haunts. They be demandin' the ouster of Bzhania, who be sittin' pretty on Moscow's lap. With protests hotter than a cannonball, the leader said he’d abdicate if they relinquished their seized forts, but they’d none of it until he walked the plank!
Finally, after a parley that lasted longer than a sea voyage, Bzhania waved the white flag and resigned, while the opposition agreed to vacate the taken grounds. His resignation was givin' the nod by the parliament, and up stepped Badra Gunba to take the helm. Yet, the folk of Abkhazia be worryin' that their fine land be nothin' but a plaything for the Russians, despite its fine mountains and beaches drawin' in tourists like moths to a flame.