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“We are sending an armada. Very powerful. We have submarines. Very powerful, far more powerful than the aircraft carrier, that I can tell you,” Trump said during an interview with Fox Business Network.

When that "armada" got to the China Sea, we were assured, North Korea would have to pause in its lust for war, and a nuclear arsenal.

The problem was, the aircraft carrier was headed toward Australia, or Pitcairn Island, or somewhere.


When I was young and greenhorn on a fishing boat in Alaska, we kept spare gear in a dory on the stern.  The dory was purportedly a lifeboat, should something likely happen, but we kept spare gear in it.  I used to wonder how long it would take to get the dory into the water.

I cannot ever remember rowing a boat, as a child, but I must have, sometime, perhaps on Clear Lake.  Once, halibut fishermen all rowed boats, but that was before diesel engines.  To be unnecessarily honest, although I did fish commercially, and in spite of spending a summer trying to learn to fly fish, I was never a sport fisherman.  I was even more inept at rowing a boat.

Once I visited a friend in Norway, who would not hear that anyone of Norwegian descent, whose father had rowed boats in Norway fishing for halibut, could not row a boat well.  I had to row the boat.  Just to prove his point, maybe, he sat in the bow while I rowed.  He pointed toward the China Sea.  I did not actually go in circles, did I?

Our Fearless Leader sent the USS Carl Vinson to the China Sea.  It sailed off toward Australia.  Very powerful, that I can tell you.  An armada.

We are in good hands. 

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