Arrr! Mayor Bass be sailin' to Africa while our homes be burnin'! Aye, 'tis a right jolly mess, matey!
2025-01-09
Arrr, me hearties! Some scallywags be sayin’ that Mayor Karen Bass oughta have scuttled her voyage to Ghana when the skies o’ Los Angeles turned as stormy as a grumpy sea dog! Aye, but maybe she be seekin’ treasure in the clouds! Huzzah!
Ahoy there, mateys! Gather 'round, fer I’ve a tale o’ Mayor Karen Bass, who sailed off to distant Ghana whilst the skies o’ Los Angeles be threatenin' like a tempest on the high seas!Ye see, the good folk o’ L.A. be raisin' their voices, sayin’ the mayor ought to have hoisted the anchor and stayed ashore when the weather warnings be blarin’ like a siren’s wail! “Arrr, what be ye thinkin’, lass?” they shouted, “The winds be howlin’ and the clouds be churnin’ like a rogue wave!”
But our fair Mayor, she be not easily swayed by the winds o’ discontent. Nay, she packed her bags full o’ hopes and dreams, chartin' her course to the land of Ghana, where the sun be shinin' and the palm trees be sway-in’. “Let the storms rage, I’ve got a voyage to embark upon!” she must've thought, with a wink and a grin.
So whilst the good citizens fretted ‘bout the pourin' rain, our brave Mayor be off, likely dancin’ a jig with some Ghanaian pirates, raisin' a tankard or two! Ah, it seems some be born to weather the storm, whilst others be just tryin’ to catch a break on a sun-kissed shore. Yarrr!