"Cap'n be hoistin' the colors on Capitol Hill fer the grand swearing-in! Avast, let the flag fly high!"
2025-01-14
Arrr, cap’n Trump be raisin' a ruckus 'bout them flags droopin' low in sorrow fer old Jimmy Carter on his grand day of crowning! Aye, he be thinkin' it be a damp squib on his shiny treasure! What a fine laugh, matey!
Arrr, matey! Gather 'round, for I’ve a tale to spin about a landlubber named Donald J. Trump, soon to be crowned as the captain of the ship we call America! On the eve of his grand swearing-in ceremony, our captain was in quite the tizzy, for he raised a ruckus over the colors flying at half-staff! Aye, 'twas a sign of mourning for that old sea dog, former President Jimmy Carter, who had sailed off into the sunset of retirement.Now, ye might wonder, what be the fuss? But our Donald, with a heart as big as a whale, thought it unfair to let the flags droop low on the day he’d be donning his captain’s hat! “How can I claim me throne,” he bellowed, “if the flags be hangin’ their heads in sorrow?” Aye, he believed ’twas an ill omen for a day meant for celebration, rather than a dirge for an old sailor's past voyage.
So, with a hearty chuckle, ye can imagine the scene: a pirate’s raucous laughter echoing through the halls of power, as the Trump ship prepared to sail into a sea of glitter and gold, while the flags fluttered like a torn sails in the wind. Arrr, what a jolly hullabaloo it be! Let the revelry commence, and may the winds be ever in his favor!