Arrr! Mayor Bass and Captain Fire, tryin’ to look shipshape ‘mongst the stormy seas of squabbles!
2025-01-11
Arrr, at a parley o' news, Mayor Karen Bass be sayin’ she and the fire chief, who be squawkin’ ‘bout gold not flowin’ to the Fire Department, be sailin’ in “lock step.” Aye, sounds more like a dance than a budget, savvy?
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I regale ye with a tale from the high seas of municipal shenanigans! In a grand news confab, Mayor Karen Bass, the cap'n of the city ship, stood tall, chest puffed out like a proud parrot. She declared, with a voice as bold as a cannon blast, that she and the fire chief were in “lock step,” a fancy way of sayin’ they were tight as a ship's crew on a moonlit night!But nay, it be not all jolly good times! The fire chief, a salty ol' sea dog, wagged his finger like a tempestuous wave, claimin’ the coffers were emptier than a shipwrecked sailor’s rum barrel! “We be needin’ more doubloons!” he bellowed, his beard flappin’ in the salty breeze. The good mayor nodded like a bobblehead on a stormy sea, agreein’ that the Fire Department be deserving of more gold to keep the flames at bay and the city safe from the fiery kraken!