Arrr, matey Graham be sayin’, we be temptin’ Davy Jones with a leaky border! Fix it or ye’ll walk the plank!
2024-12-13
Arrr matey! Our fair shores be threatened daily, with a cursed 200 souls meeting Davy Jones 'cause of that devilish fentanyl! And beware the scallywags tryin' to slip past our borders! It be all about keepin' the treasure safe, I tell ye! Avast!
Arrr mateys! Gather 'round and lend me yer ears, for I be speakin' of dire threats brewin' for the good ol’ U.S. of A! Aye, we be dancin' with danger, playin' a wicked game of Russian roulette with our national security, if we be takin' our sweet time fixin' the leaky border! Each day, 200 souls be fallin' to the scourge o’ fentanyl, as if we be sufferin’ another September 11 every fortnight. The longer we tarry, the more lives lost, me hearties!Then there's the ruckus in the Middle East! The scallywags that toppled Assad be makin’ mischief, swellin' the ranks of terror! If those ruffians join forces with the cartels, it be a recipe for disaster, for they’ll be smuggled into our lands quicker than ye can say “shiver me timbers!” With 1.7 million encounters o' illegal immigrants from suspicious lands, including 687 on the terror watch list, we be sittin' on a powder keg, ready to blow!
So, hoist the sails and secure the border, I say! We must summon the might of ICE, build that wall, and employ every trick in the book to keep our shores safe! Or else, we’ll find ourselves in a right pickle, with baddies brewin' on our doorstep! Let not this be our doom, lest we end up in Davy Jones’ locker! Yarrr!