We are The Barbary Coast Pirates for Truth And We Avow This Message

To the Devil's Bowels With that Unholy Bottom Feeding Bush-Beast and His Belicose, Scurrilous Sea-Cows! If I've me way I'll have their entrails for a new Preventer-Stay! A butt-bolus of pox to the scurvied-horse-faced sons-o' ship's pig sods he calls his partymates! And I'll wager Norwegian gold to a sea-donut to the first man here that shows Himself doing anything in 1972 but a-whoring and a-drinking instead of standing by his air-mateys where's he'd outght t' been.

Paid for by a Slow Great Tub of an Indiaman Taken Off Madagascar.

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