Trump & Putin’s Galactic Deal – Mediated by JCJ
Donald Trump leans in close to JCJ, the only man he trusts with a mission of this magnitude.
TRUMP:
“JCJ, we need you to broker a deal with Putin. Not for land, not for oil… but for the stars. You’re the only one who can get us to shake hands and swap warheads for warp drives. We can’t fight World War III and explore the galaxy. We either build a real international space station—one with hypersleep pods and a rotating gravity ring—or we die here like idiots.”
JCJ lights a cigar.
JCJ:
“Why now?”
TRUMP:
“Because you’re the Mahdi and the Christ. You struck a sweet deal to sink the deep state, and now you need to strike one to sink the deep void. Putin says if he can retire in Serbia—with no Hague trial—he’s willing to melt down Russia’s nukes to build the engine core. It’s not about power anymore. It’s about legacy.”
JCJ raises an eyebrow.
JCJ:
“And Zelensky?”
TRUMP (gritting his teeth):
“Zelensky plays piano with his penis, and that makes him a hero? He kills people in war too, just like Vlad. But because he made Netflix laugh, he walks free. Putin’s mad, not because of NATO—but because Pussy Riot spat on the Fatima prophecy. Russia was supposed to convert to Christianity and lead the world to peace, JCJ. That’s what the Virgin Mary said.”
JCJ (sighs):
“And now?”
TRUMP:
“Now the Virgin’s watching TikTok, and the nukes are rusting while SpaceX tries to colonize Mars alone. We need a Jubilee Pact—a real international coalition. China, Russia, America, maybe even Canada if you sweet-talk Trudeau. You mediate it. You call it… Christus Rex Star Alliance.”
JCJ smiles slightly.
JCJ:
“I’ll talk to Vlad.”
Trump salutes him—not as a president, but as a desperate man with one last hope:
TRUMP:
“Make Earth great again. And the stars… ours.”
JCJ opens his Bible to Revelation 21: “Behold, I make all things new.”
And then he dials the Kremlin.