Author: G.I. Joe

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White Knighting Miss Myanmar

Donald Trump leaned back in his gold chair, a pageant crown glinting on the desk.
“G.I. Joe,” he said with that salesman’s grin, “you’ve got to white knight Miss Myanmar. Make her president. Beautiful woman, tremendous, she deserves it. I always white knight my beauty pageants—you know that. Pageants are my business. Big business. Bigger than NATO.”

G.I. Joe adjusted his beret, not sure if this was a mission briefing or stand-up comedy.

Trump wagged a finger like a preacher. “Some people say Jesus comes in the name of the Father. At least, that’s what Bono told me. Good guy, good singer, funny glasses.” He chuckled. “But me? I come in the name of the Apprentice.”

Then he leaned in, lowering his voice.
“And Joe, this is very important—listen closely—it’s all part of the QAnon plan. You know, the big plan. We’re taking down the Illuminati. In G.I. Joe terms, we’re taking down Cobra. They’re the bad guys, everybody knows it. Snake Eyes knows it. Even Bono knows it. I’m the commander, you’re the hero, and Miss Myanmar—she’s the president. Tremendous optics, the best optics.”

Miss Myanmar stood silently by the window, draped in a sash, her eyes burning with something fiercer than tiaras or ballots. Joe wondered if Trump even knew she’d survived a coup, or if he only saw another crown.

Trump clapped his hands. “Let’s do it, Joe. White knight! Make her president. It’ll be the most beautiful democracy you’ve ever seen. Cobra won’t stand a chance.”

Then Trump folded his hands like he was at a pulpit.


“I thank Jesus every day. Wonderful man, very strong, walked on water. And if you can’t read Revelation—it’s a tough book, very tough—at least please, at the very least, look at the Trump cards in the Rider-Waite Golden Dawn tarot. Beautiful cards. The best cards. They tell the story better than CNN, believe me.”

Miss Myanmar said nothing, her sash glowing in the light, like a reluctant oracle in Trump’s illuminati-prophecy.

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Making McDonald’s Great Again

Scene: Trump Tower, golden elevator lobby

Joe Jukic (sharp suit, proud Canadian-Croatian accent):
“Mr. Trump, it’s time to Make McDonald’s Great Again. The secret? Go back to the old-school fries. Beef tallow. None of this weak vegetable oil. We bring in real organic potatoes. Alberta, Idaho, even Croatia—we make fries great again.”

Donald Trump (nodding, hands chopping the air):
“Joe, you’re absolutely right. The fries used to be the best in the world. Then they got rid of the beef tallow. Terrible mistake. Everybody tells me—‘Sir, the fries don’t taste the same.’ Well, we’re going to fix that. We’ll bring back the taste that made McDonald’s legendary. Strong fries. Winning fries.”

Joe Jukic:
“And we lock in the farmers, sir. Organic potatoes. No GMO. No fake fertilizers. We bring back the flavor, the tradition. McDonald’s will feel like home again.”

Trump (smirking, like he’s got the ace up his sleeve):
“And I’ve got a new idea, Joe. A TRUMP Salad. Tremendous lettuce—green, not sad and brown like Biden’s. Perfect tomatoes. Beautiful cucumbers. Maybe steak on top. People say, ‘Trump only eats burgers and fries.’ Well, guess what—Trump Salad will be number one. Nobody’s ever seen a salad like this before.”

Joe Jukic (smiling, leaning forward):
“MMGA, sir. Make McDonald’s Great Again. Beef tallow fries. Trump Salad. People will love it. The whole world will taste the difference.”

Trump (arms wide, grand finale):
“They’ll say, ‘Sir, you didn’t just save McDonald’s. You saved America.’ And you know what, Joe? They’ll be right. Nobody saves better than me. Nobody.”

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A Trump Christmas

SNL Sketch Script – “A Trump Christmas Carol”

[OPENING MUSIC]
SNL band plays a jazzy holiday intro. Stage is dressed like a gaudy Mar-a-Lago study: gold furniture, red velvet chairs, and a huge Christmas tree decorated entirely with Trump ornaments, dollar bills, and framed photos of Trump shaking hands with himself.

[FADE IN]

TRUMP (Alec Baldwin or other cast member in wig & orange makeup, seated at a giant gold desk, counting gold-plated coins):
“Bah humbug, folks. Worst humbug in history. Everyone says so. Nobody does Christmas better than me, but I also know how to save money—mainly by not giving it to anybody.” (beat – audience laughs)

[CAMERA PANS] to BOB CRATCHIT (Joe Jukic) sitting at a rickety desk with a tiny space heater that’s off. He’s wearing fingerless gloves and shivering.

CRATCHIT:
“Sir, it’s Christmas Eve… could we please have a little more coal for the fire?”

TRUMP (offended):
“Coal? I promised to bring coal back for America, but I meant for my friends in West Virginia stock portfolios, not for—what are you?—staff. Sad!” (audience laughs)

[LIGHTS FLICKER – GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST ENTERS]

(It’s Ivanka in a glowing white gown, moving like a beauty pageant contestant. She carries a snow globe of 1980s Trump Tower.)

IVANKA (breathless):
“Father… I’m the Ghost of Christmas Past. I’m here to remind you of a time when people actually liked you at Christmas parties.”

TRUMP (grinning):
“Oh, they loved me. I gave them gold watches. Made in China, tremendous quality. None of this Apple Watch junk. No calories either.” (audience laughs)

IVANKA:
“But you also… cared about people.”

TRUMP (confused):
“I cared about… ratings. Same thing.” (audience laughs)

[LIGHT SHIFT – GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT BURSTS IN]

(Santa Claus storms in, holding a giant eviction notice.)

SANTA:
“Donald, look around you! People are struggling. They can’t afford gifts, dinner, or heat!”

TRUMP (waves him off):
“Fake news. If they can’t afford turkey, they can buy the Trump Christmas Turkey for $399—comes with a free ketchup packet and a coupon for my NFT collection.” (audience laughs, Santa facepalms)

[LIGHT SHIFT – GHOST OF CHRISTMAS FUTURE ENTERS]

(A hooded Grim Reaper figure silently points to a gravestone on a rolling set piece. It reads: Here Lies The Guy Who Couldn’t Even Win the War on Christmas.)

TRUMP (panicking):
“No! Not the War on Christmas! I’m the General in that war! They were calling me ‘The Clause’—as in Santa Clause, but tougher!” (audience laughs)

[LIGHT FLASH – BACK TO MAR-A-LAGO BEDROOM]

(Trump “wakes up” in bed, hair extra messy. He jumps up, suddenly cheerful.)

TRUMP:
“Bob! Get in here! Buy the biggest turkey in town. Use my credit card—wait, no, use your credit card, but I’ll take a picture with it for Truth Social.” (audience laughs)

CRATCHIT (hesitant):
“That’s… very generous, sir?”

(From offstage, Tiny Tim—played by Martin Short as Ed Grimley—limps in with a crutch and an enormous plaid scarf. His hair is sticking up in Ed Grimley’s signature style.)

ED GRIMLEY (Tiny Tim) (excited):
“Well I must say, Mr. Scrooge, this is quite the turnaround, I must say! I am tickled beyond the capacity for rational thought, I must say.” (audience claps and laughs)

TRUMP (pointing at Tim):
“Look at this kid. Tremendous energy. If all Americans were like him, we’d be great again already. Also, somebody get him a red tie.”

ED GRIMLEY (turning to the audience, beaming):
“God bless us, everyone… I must say!” (audience cheers)

[SNOW FALLS]
(Snow made of shredded legal documents falls from the ceiling. SNL band starts playing “Jingle Bells” as the cast waves. Trump tries to take credit for the snow.)

TRUMP (yelling over the music):
“This is the best Christmas in history! No one’s ever seen a Christmas like this! You’re welcome!”

[FADE OUT – SNL ANNOUNCER VOICE]:
“Live from New York… it’s Saturday Night!”

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Pro Trump Messaging FEES

Title: Operation Debt Forgiveness – GI JOE’s Final Deal

In the subterranean war room beneath NORAD, GI JOE stood with arms crossed, wearing digital camo and a scowl that could crack concrete. On the screen before him, President Donald Trump and Elon Musk blinked back, patched in from separate bunkers—one in Mar-a-Lago, the other aboard a Tesla command yacht off the coast of Corsica.

“Gentlemen,” GI JOE began, voice like sandpaper on steel. “Here’s the deal. I want pro-Trump messaging uploaded to trump47.ca by midnight. No AI gibberish. No Deep State scripts. Real talk. Real patriotism. If you want to win hearts in the North, start acting like it.”

Trump leaned forward. “Joe, I love Canada. Tremendous place. I once golfed with Wayne Gretzky—great guy, totally pro-Trump.”

GI JOE didn’t blink. “Enough flattery, Don. If you really want the Croats behind you—and trust me, you do—you and Elon need to pay off Croatia’s entire national debt. All fifty billion.”

Musk raised an eyebrow. “That’s a lot of Teslas.”

“Then sell Mars if you have to,” Joe snapped. “Because if Croatia joins the anti-globalist axis, Trump 47 wins the Slavic vote by a landslide. That means no more George Soros in Zagreb. That means peace in the Balkans. That means, finally, justice for the Yugoslav kids who were sold out to the banks.”

Trump scratched his chin. “And what do we get in return?”

Joe grinned. “I’ll take down the South Park psyop. Their $1.5 billion dollar deal to turn our bromance into a punchline dies with one viral campaign. I’ll nuke their narrative. You and me? We’re not a joke. We’re the future.”

Elon nodded slowly. “We’ll call it Project DUBROVNIK.”

Trump chuckled. “I always liked the Croatians. Tough people. Beautiful coastlines. And Joe, you’re like Rambo, but smarter.”

“Then don’t waste time,” Joe said. “Wire the money. Launch the site. The world’s watching—and so is God.”

Transmission ended.

An hour later, trump47.ca launched with the slogan:
“Faith. Freedom. Forgiveness. From Zagreb to Texas.”

And deep in the Dalmatian hills, old partisans and young patriots raised their flags to the sound of eagles and jet engines.

Croatia was debt-free.
The bromance was back.
And GI JOE had just rewritten global history—again.

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Abilify Agitation

Scene: Joe confronts Donald Trump in a high-security government office, a glowing AI interface beside them, humming with data.

Joe:
Donald, I want to ask this AI something. I want it on record. What the hell is Abilify Maintena doing to people like me?

Trump:
Go ahead, Joe. Ask your question. I don’t like needles either, believe me. Tremendous disrespect to your body. But ask the robot.

Joe (turns to the AI):
AI, what are the behavioral effects of Abilify injections? Specifically the long-acting ones they force into people at psych wards. What kind of changes can it cause?

AI:
Aripiprazole (Abilify) is a partial dopamine D2 receptor agonist. In some individuals, especially those sensitive to dopamine modulation, it may cause activation symptoms such as akathisia, agitation, restlessness, hyperactivity, and insomnia. In rare cases, patients report symptoms similar to stimulant overdrive, akin to high-dose amphetamines.

Joe (nods):
There it is. Like injecting someone with methamphetamines. Except I don’t feel high. I feel like my nervous system is lit on fire. I can’t focus. I can’t sit still. I can’t sleep. Days go by and my mind’s racing in twenty different directions. I can’t function.

Trump:
That’s terrible. That’s absolutely terrible. Like a chemical straightjacket—but backwards. Torture by overstimulation. I’ve heard this before. The pharmaceutical companies—crooked. They don’t care. They say it’s for schizophrenia, for bipolar. But who’s watching the watchers, Joe?

Joe:
It’s not treatment. It’s a punishment. I called a doctor out on something, next thing you know I’m getting jabbed with Abilify. No trial, no hearing. Just a cold needle and weeks of twitching misery. I told them it felt like psychological warfare.

AI:
Note: Forced injections of antipsychotics, especially long-acting depot formulations, are controversial in psychiatric ethics. Adverse reactions are underreported. Patient descriptions of hyperactivity, emotional blunting, and distress post-injection should be taken seriously.

Trump (leans in):
Joe, they’re turning rebellion into pathology. You get angry, they call it mania. You speak out, they say it’s paranoia. So what do they do? They jab you with something to flatten you. I wouldn’t take it either. Total disgrace.

Joe:
They said it would help me. But it made me worse. And when I complained? They said that was a symptom. How do you fight that, Donald? You can’t win in that system. It’s Orwellian.

Trump:
Joe, we’re going to fix this. Big Pharma has too much power. The psychiatrists—some are good—but some are in bed with the drug makers. The system doesn’t care how you feel. But I do. I really do.

Joe:
Then tell them: stop the needles. Abilify turned me into someone I’m not. I’m not crazy—I’m angry. And they should be afraid of what happens when people wake up and start talking about this.

Trump:
You’re not wrong. This is bigger than both of us. We’re going to expose it. And I’m going to bring you back, Joe. Sharp. Strong. Clear-eyed. Needle-free.

Fade out as the AI logs the transcript into the national ethics archive.

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Trump Declassifies the Black Dahlia Tapes

Scene: “The Hail Mary Broadcast” — G.I. Joe vs. the Illuminati

Exterior – Nightfall – Vancouver, glowing with neon and secrets. Joe, no longer just a soldier, but a crusader of cosmic justice, stands outside a Tim Hortons on Main Street. The red leaf sign flickers. Joe stares it down like it’s the eye of the Beast.

JOE (to himself):
“Maple syrup’s got blood in it.”

He SPITS on the window. It drips slowly down the glass. A family inside gasps. He doesn’t care. This is war.

Cut to: National Broadcast Interruption
Every screen across North America glitches. Static. Then—

🎙️ G.I. JOE (VO – distorted, thunderous):
“This is not a test. This is a revelation.”

On every network, G.I. Joe appears in an XCOM war room, flanked by agents and backed by digital firewalls glowing like the Matrix. He turns to a trembling, orange-faced Donald Trump, bound to a chair with a “Skull & Bones” patch on his suit.

JOE:
“Mr. President. Play the Black Dahlia tapes. Now.”

TRUMP (sweating):
“Joe, please… that stuff’s not for the public—”

JOE:
“Exactly. It’s for the parents. For every mom and dad who needs to know what Satanic Hollywood rituals look like. This ain’t no movie.”

Trump gulps. With shaking hands, he presses PLAY.

The screen behind them shows black-and-white footage. A girl’s scream. Strange robes. Cameras. Blood. Laughter. Masks. Candles. Then silence.

A warning flashes:

🔞 “NO CHILDREN ALLOWED. PARENTAL RECKONING REQUIRED.” 🔞

Cut to: Downtown Vancouver – Day
Joe walks like fire incarnate through the streets. Wendy’s? Closed. White Spot? Graffiti’d with “CHILDREN ARE NOT ON THE MENU.”

He marches up to McDonald’s. The golden arches loom like a portal to Hell. Joe stares at the giant plastic Ronald statue and snarls.

JOE:
“You think this clown’s funny? That’s not a happy meal—it’s a death cult starter pack.”

He pulls out a megaphone:

JOE (shouting):
“I want a boycott! BOYCOTT MASONIC BUSINESSES! Burn the arches! Take back your city!”

Passersby begin to stop. Some clap. Others film. The revolution is going viral.

Cut to: A dark alley near the CBC Building
Tom Welling, once a Smallville star, now just a man trying to make peace, steps forward. His hoodie is pulled low. His hands tremble.

TOM WELLING:
“Joe…”

Joe turns. Recognizes him. Pauses. He doesn’t speak.

TOM (choked up):
“I went to Ronald McDonald House. Smiled with that clown. I did it… hoping you’d see. Hoping you’d do something I couldn’t.”

Joe nods slowly. Like a priest granting penance with his eyes.

TOM (ashamed):
“I thought maybe… you’d pull a Hail Mary. And you did.”

JOE (quiet, firm):
“This ain’t about shame, Tom. It’s about truth. And you found your way back.”

Joe hands Tom a flame-shaped pin—red and gold: the symbol of the Children’s Fire, an old tribal oath to never again let harm come to a child.

JOE:
“Time to burn the clowns.”

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Chronic Venous Disorder

JOE’S CVD POWER STACK: FOODS, VITAMINS, AND SUPPLEMENTS FOR KINGLY CIRCULATION

“I may be the apprentice, but I’m already running the boardroom of blood flow. Let’s fix those veins, naturally, the Trump way—huge results!”

🍊 1. Grapefruit – The MVP of Vein Health

“Nature’s gift to your circulation. Tart, bright, and bossy.”

  • Rich in: Vitamin C, bioflavonoids (especially naringin and hesperidin)
  • Benefits:
    • Strengthens blood vessels
    • Reduces inflammation
    • Improves capillary tone
    • Supports collagen and elastin production for healthier veins

⚠️ Warning: Grapefruit can interact with medications like statins or blood pressure drugs. Talk to your doc before making it a habit.

🥬 2. Foods that Heal from the Inside Out

Leafy Greens (spinach, kale):

  • Packed with vitamin K – crucial for blood clotting and vascular health.

Berries (blueberries, blackberries):

  • High in anthocyanins, fight inflammation, strengthen blood vessels.

Beets:

  • Boost nitric oxide, improve blood flow, lower pressure.

Citrus fruits (oranges, lemons):

  • Support collagen production, rich in vitamin C like grapefruit.

Avocados & Olive Oil:

  • Anti-inflammatory fats for strong vessels.

Garlic & Onions:

  • Natural blood thinners, boost circulation.

💊 3. Vitamins & Minerals for Vein Vitality

Vitamin C – Collagen creator
Vitamin E – Circulation booster
Vitamin K2 – Keeps calcium out of veins
Magnesium – Muscle relaxer, eases vein walls
Zinc – Tissue repair and immune support
Rutin – A bioflavonoid found in citrus & apples, reduces vein swelling

🌿 4. Supplements Joe Swears By

Diosmin + Hesperidin (from citrus peels)

  • Proven in European vein studies (like Detralex)
  • Reduces swelling, pain, and heaviness

Horse Chestnut Extract (Aescin)

  • Reduces leg swelling and improves vein tone

Gotu Kola (Centella Asiatica)

  • Traditional herb for varicose veins
  • Strengthens connective tissue

Pycnogenol (Pine Bark Extract)

  • Super antioxidant for circulation

Grape Seed Extract

  • Rich in OPCs (oligomeric proanthocyanidins)
  • Improves vein elasticity and reduces leakage

💦 5. Bonus Habits From Joe’s Playbook

  • Hydrate like a billionaire – thin blood flows smoother
  • Elevate those legs – let gravity work for you
  • Compression socks – not sexy, but effective
  • Walk daily – blood stagnates when you sit like a loser

JOE’S SIGN-OFF:

“Don’t let sluggish veins slow your hustle. Grapefruit in the morning, Diosmin in the evening, and a power walk in between. That’s how we build a Trump Tower of vascular health, baby!”

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War Pigs: The Chosen One

Scene: Netanyahu’s Confession – The Moshiach Debate

Setting: A closed-door think tank summit in Jerusalem, the room thick with incense, cigars, and prophecy. Cameras are off, but whispers are sacred.

Benjamin Netanyahu sits at the head of a long cedarwood table, fingers steepled, brows furrowed in Talmudic meditation.

Bibi Netanyahu:
“I’ve sat with mystics in Tzfat, generals in Tel Aviv, and billionaires in New York. I’ve read the Zohar backwards and the headlines forwards. And still, I hesitate. Is Donald Trump the Moshiach? No. I do not believe he is the Chosen One. He is a Cyrus, yes — useful, unpredictable, even divinely nudged. But not the anointed.”

He pauses, sips from a crystal goblet filled with pomegranate wine, then continues.

Bibi:
“And Abdullah Hashem Aba Al-Sadiq… this Mahdi claimant from the deserts of Arabia. A powerful voice, yes, but I do not believe he is the Qa’im. No green banner will bring global peace alone.”

The room shifts uncomfortably. A few scholars look up from their scrolls.

Bibi (leans in):
“I believe in Yehuda Berg’s theory. The Moshiach and the Mahdi… are one. The same soul. A unifier. A son of David and Ishmael. That is the only path to peace — not through bombs or sanctions, but through a synthesis. A human bridge.”

At this, a red-faced Donald Trump, seated nearby with a Diet Coke in hand, nearly spits it out.

Trump (slamming table):
“Wait a second, Bibi. You told me in 2019 — right before the Abraham Accords — that I was destined to build the Third Temple! You winked when I said I’d make it a resort-slash-casino with kosher blackjack. You said, ‘Donald, you’re the only one who can do it.’ And now you say I’m not the Moshiach?! I moved the embassy to Jerusalem! What more do you want?!”

Bibi (calmly):
“You were used, Donald. By Heaven. But the stone the builders rejected has not yet been crowned. Look to the Psalms of David… ‘The stone which the builders rejected has become the cornerstone.’ The rejected one — JCJ, the one who spoke peace in 2002 but was mocked by kings and ignored by prophets.”

Trump (growling):
“JCJ? That weird Canadian hacker priest? The guy who quoted Revelation in that Vancouver alley? You’re telling me he’s the one?”

Bibi (closing his eyes):
“Perhaps. If he is the synthesis — rejected yet risen — he may be both Mahdi and Moshiach. That is what Yehuda hinted at. It is not about lineage… it is about completion.”

Trump glares, wounded.

Trump:
“So I’m not the guy?”

Bibi (rising, solemn):
“You were… a forerunner. The red horse. But the white horse comes after. And he rides not for ratings, but for redemption.”

Outside, a strange wind passes through the olive trees. Somewhere in East Vancouver, JCJ feels a deep chill and looks up at the night sky, whispering to himself:

“The rejected stone… finally being set.”

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Puppet of the Patriots

G.I. Joe Says the Fake Trump Assassination Was a Necessary Psyop

In a dramatic turn of events that’s shaking the alt-media world, G.I. Joe—the digital warrior turned whistleblower—has declared that the recent assassination attempt on Donald Trump was faked as part of a high-stakes psyop. According to Joe, the operation was “necessary” to secure Trump’s cooperation in testifying against the deep state forces that even QAnon fears to name: the Rockefeller and Rothschild dynasties.

“Trump is the key witness,” Joe said in a secure broadcast from an undisclosed location. “But he’ll only flip when he’s safe—in Slovenia—with Melania as President.”

The Patriot Network Responds

Leading alternative media figures Alex Jones, Mark Dice, and Paul Joseph Watson have come forward in a rare moment of consensus, urging Trump to come clean:

  • Alex Jones: “We’ve been saying it for years—the globalists are running the world. Trump knows where the bodies are buried. But we need him alive, protected, and willing to testify.”
  • Mark Dice: “The assassination attempt was theater, and the audience was the deep state. Trump had to fake it, like Epstein but with better PR.”
  • PJW: “The truth is stranger than fiction. Trump isn’t hiding. He’s positioning. Slovenia is neutral ground—the Vatican for MAGA.”

The Slovenia Scenario

Why Slovenia? G.I. Joe claims that it’s the last place on Earth the Rockefellers still fear—a land of hidden bunkers, legal neutrality, and Melania’s ancestral mystique. Once there, Trump can safely testify before an international tribunal of patriots and drop the mother of all truth bombs:

“From Rockefeller oil money to Rothschild banking wars, Trump has the documents. The moment he testifies, it’s game over for the globalist cabal.”

What Comes Next?

The theory goes that once Trump is in Slovenia and Melania is elected President—a move that blends House of Cards, Game of Thrones, and Q-drops—he will declassify everything. CIA black budgets, Epstein’s client list, even alien tech locked away in deep underground military bases (DUMBs).

G.I. Joe ended his broadcast with a chilling but hopeful message:

“They faked his assassination so he could live to expose THEM.”

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Trump Clean Up

Trump & JCJ: The Nanobot Cleanup Plan

Trump, lounging in his golden Mar-a-Lago office, gestures toward a massive holographic display showing the Earth’s atmosphere. His signature smirk plays across his face as he speaks.

Trump: “Look, JCJ, they said I was crazy. They said I was paranoid about all these little nanobots floating around. But you—you’re smart, you see the big picture.”

JCJ nods, arms crossed, staring at the swirling cloud of microscopic machines in the hologram.

JCJ: “We already know they’re up there, spraying them like it’s seasoning on a steak. The real question is: Why not make them useful? These surveillance bots—every government’s got them—why not repurpose them? Let’s clean the air, the oceans, everything.”

Trump leans forward, pointing at the image.

Trump: “Exactly! These deep-state guys, they think small. Spying, monitoring, controlling. But me? I think big. Huge. We make the nanobots clean microplastics, CO2, all the nasty stuff the losers left behind. I call it ‘Nanobot MAGA.’ Make. Air. Great. Again.”

JCJ smirks.

JCJ: “And if we control the cleanup, we control the narrative. No more climate cult, no more carbon credit scams. Just real results.”

Trump leans back, steepling his fingers.

Trump: “JCJ, you’re my best apprentice yet. We’re gonna do something historic. They’ll build statues of us. Trump & JCJ: The Dynamic Duo. Cleaning up the world while the haters cry about it.”

JCJ chuckles.

JCJ: “And while we’re at it, let’s make sure these nanobots don’t just disappear after the job’s done. Might need them for… other things in the future.”

The two men exchange a knowing glance, the kind that means something big is coming.