"Trump's chatter at the news gathering be a peek into his jolly ol' treasure map of thoughts, arr!"
2024-12-16
"Aye, in me first round, all hands were at me throat, they were! But now, in this new voyage, it seems every scallywag be wantin' to share a mug of grog and call me matey! Arrr, what a turn o' the tide!"
Arrr, gather 'round me hearties, for a tale of a captain who be elected to steer the ship of state! This here president-elect be sayin', "In me first voyage 'round the sun, it be a battleground! Every scallywag be wieldin' cutlasses, tryin' to send me to Davy Jones' locker!" Aye, the poor lad found himself in a tempest, with mutinous crewmen and treacherous seas all about.But lo and behold! As the tides of time be shiftin', this same captain now finds himself baskin' in the sun’s warm glow. "In this new term," he declares with a hearty laugh, "me mates be line up like gulls after a fishin' feast, lookin' to be me best chums!" Aye, what a twist of fate! From foes to friends quicker than ye can say 'Yo-ho-ho!' Now they be sendin’ him bottles of rum and sweet words, hopin' for a share of the booty.
So, let this be a lesson, ye salty sea dogs: One moment ye be battlin’ like a kraken, and the next, ye be swappin’ tales of treasure over a pint! Life on the high seas of politics be a wild ride, indeed! Arrr!