“Arrr! Me matey’s kin from Venezuela be tossed to Guantánamo! ‘Nay, me brother be no scallywag!’”
2025-02-12
Avast, me hearties! Luis Alberto Castillo, a father of one from the shores of Venezuela, sailed into the States just 'fore the foul Trump took the helm once more. By the fourth of February, he found himself bound for Guantánamo Bay, where scallywags be held tighter than a treasure chest! Arrr!
Arrr mateys, gather 'round and lend an ear to the tale of one Luis Alberto Castillo, a scallywag from the sun-kissed shores of Venezuela! On the 19th day of January, just a whisker before the mighty Donald Trump set sail on his second term, this brave soul found himself aboard a fateful vessel, crossing the briny deep to the land o' opportunity, the United States! But lo and behold, the winds of change be blowin' strong, for the promise of harsh treatment for landlubbers without proper papers lay upon the horizon!Fast forward to the 4th day of February, and our goodly Luis found himself not frolicking in the fields o' freedom, but rather trapped in the belly of a ship, bound for the infamous U.S. Navy base at Guantánamo Bay! Aye, the very place where they keep the scurvy dogs accused of the most dastardly deeds, those who hath wrought havoc upon the American shores! Who knew that a humble father of one would find himself in such a pickle, eh? 'Tis a tale of twists and turns, with a hearty laugh and a shake of the head, for the world be a curious place indeed, filled with more surprises than a treasure map leading to Davy Jones' locker!