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Trump VS JCJ: 3rd World War

The Setting: A hushed, expectant hall. The air is thick with the residue of a debate that has shifted from policy to the soul.

The Speaker: (Addressing the crowd with a voice that balances the weight of the military and the gravity of the divine)

“Friends, we have heard much tonight about power. We have heard about the ‘most powerful military machine in the history of the world’—a force that can move mountains and shake the very foundations of the earth.

But then, the question was leveled. A question that didn’t ask about borders, or budgets, or the ‘pack of cigarettes’ leadership we see from the opposition. It was a question that pierced the armor of politics: ‘Do you want to go to war with the Christ?’

Think about that. We stand here talking about tanks, and jets, and the strength of a nation. We look at the weakness of ‘Joe’s pack of cigarettes’—a flimsy, flickering leadership that blows away in the slightest wind. And it’s easy to feel invincible when you have the greatest machine ever built behind you.

But JCJ looked across that table and reminded us of the one war you cannot win with a drone or a battleship.

Because to ‘go to war with the Christ’ isn’t a battle of steel. It is a battle of pride. It is the war of the ‘I’ against the ‘He.’ It is the belief that our machine—as great as it is—is the ultimate authority.

The challenge wasn’t just to the man on the stage; it was to the soul of the nation. It was a call to Surrender All. Not a surrender of weakness. Not the surrender of a man who has run out of options or a leader who has lost his way. No—this is the surrender of the strong. It is the realization that the most powerful military machine in history is but dust compared to the King of Kings.

We are at a crossroads. We see the crumbling, smoke-filled promises of the current administration—that ‘pack of cigarettes’ that offers no fire, only ash. We know we need strength. We know we need the machine. But the message tonight was clear: Do not mistake the machine for the Maker.

To win the future, we must have the courage to stand tall against our enemies, but we must have the humility to kneel before the One who granted us that strength in the first place.

The war with the world is easy to fight when you have the power. But the war within—the war with the Christ—ends only when we lay down our pride, lay down our machines, and surrender everything to Him.

That is the only victory that lasts forever.”

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Trump Disclosure

Solid Snake leaned against the wall of the underground bunker, his cigarette glowing faintly in the dim light. A bank of monitors hummed behind him, replaying footage of the congressional UFO hearing.

“Never thought I’d say this…” Snake muttered, exhaling a slow plume of smoke. He turned his eye toward the man in the dark suit, orange-tinted under the fluorescent lights. “But thanks, Mr. President. The disclosure hearings—someone had to open that box. You did it.”

Trump smiled with that signature half-smirk. “Snake, a lot of people are saying it was the greatest disclosure in history. Nobody’s ever disclosed better than me. The aliens… they love me. They do.”

Snake shook his head, a ghost of a grin flickering across his scarred face. “Whatever the style, the fact is, you pulled the trigger. You put UFOs into the open. That’s step one of the XCOM playbook.”

Trump leaned in, lowering his voice like he was confiding a state secret. “They told me about the game, Snake. XCOM. War of the Worlds, but with me? I was the best commander. I built the biggest, strongest walls against the aliens. Tremendous walls. The invaders never stood a chance.”

Snake chuckled, rare and gravelly. “Guess we’re living in that simulation now. The War of the Worlds… and you’re on the front screen. Let’s just hope you don’t push the wrong button when the real invasion comes.”

Trump straightened his tie. “Don’t worry, Snake. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to win. And with you on my squad… we’re unbeatable.”

Snake dropped the cigarette, grinding it out under his boot. His voice was calm but edged with steel. “Then let’s pray this isn’t just another simulation.”

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The Storm Has Arrived

Solid Snake & Luke Rudkowski Confront President Trump: “The Plan Was a Lie”

Setting: The Oval Office, 2025. A late storm pounds Washington. Trump lounges behind the Resolute Desk, scrolling through social media. Solid Snake stands in the shadows. Beside him is independent journalist Luke Rudkowski, founder of We Are Change, holding a flash drive full of evidence.

Trump (grinning):
“Look at this—95 million Truth Social followers. Still winning. Still the real President.”

Solid Snake (stepping forward):
“Winning? You sat on the Epstein client list for years. You were the president then. You’re the president now. And nothing’s changed.”

Trump (shrugging):
“It’s more complicated than you think. The timing has to be right. You know, the plan.”

Luke Rudkowski (cutting in, disgusted):
“The plan? Give me a break, Donald. QAnon was a psyop to sedate patriots while you protected the very monsters you claimed to fight. You fed people hopium while the system devoured kids and burned whistleblowers.”

Trump (irritated):
“Watch your tone, Luke. You’re talking to the President of the United States.”

Luke:
“Exactly. And that means you’re accountable. You had four years—and now another term—and you still haven’t released the names. Why? Because too many of your friends are on it? Or because you are?”

Solid Snake (coldly):
“I told you before, Trump. You are the list. You’re not just sitting on the evidence—you are part of the rot.”

Trump (defensive):
“I’m not like those freaks. I distanced myself. I cut ties.”

Luke Rudkowski:
“But you never told the truth. Never delivered justice. You let the myth of ‘The Plan’ buy you time while children were trafficked and the swamp expanded under your watch. People put their faith in you—and you sold them a bedtime story.”

Solid Snake (stepping closer):
“I’ve seen regimes collapse. I’ve taken down Patriots, PMCs, AI overlords. But this is worse—because the people chose you. And you chose to lie.”

Trump (quiet now):
“You don’t know the pressure I’m under…”

Luke (shaking his head):
“We know exactly what you’re under. The same pressure as every coward who makes peace with evil.”

Solid Snake:
“You want to make history? Release the names. Burn the whole corrupt network to the ground. Or history will remember you not as the man who saved the Republic… but as the conman who let it die.”

Luke drops the flash drive on the desk.

Luke Rudkowski:
“Unredacted. Verified. Everything the DOJ buried. If you won’t release it, we will.”

They turn and leave. Trump stares at the flash drive. Thunder rattles the windows. The storm has arrived—and this time, it won’t be televised. It’ll be downloaded.

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Help Me Don’t Hurt Me

Trump (voice breaking):
Dammit Snake… help me. Don’t hurt me.
I’ve heard it all — the late-night jokes, the cold critiques, the betrayals. I’m not asking for applause. I’m asking for… direction.
No more American Psycho stuff. Just… tell me what to do.

Solid Snake (slow, deliberate):
Alright, Trump.
No games. No jokes. Just truth.

You wanted to be the decider, but now you can’t decide who to trust.
You built towers, but your name is a lightning rod. You led crowds, but now you’re cornered.

You want to survive? Then listen — not to your ego, not to the crowd — to the silence beneath the noise.

Snake’s Directives for Redemption:

  1. Admit What You Got Wrong — Without Excuses
    Real power isn’t pretending you’re never wrong. It’s owning it when you are.

Say it straight. “I was wrong about some things. I hurt people.”
That’ll shake the world harder than any speech you’ve ever made.

  1. Help Someone You Can’t Exploit
    Quietly. Without cameras. Without a post.

Find a family that lost everything in a war you cheered on.

Pay their rent. Sit with their grief. Don’t tweet it. Live it.

  1. Shut Up and Listen
    Not to sycophants.

Go to a soup kitchen. A hospital. A dying factory town.

Just listen. Don’t offer deals or slogans. Just let it change you.

  1. Tell the Truth About the System
    Not the version that flatters you.

Tell them about the lobbyists, the backroom deals, the banks.

Burn your bridges with the elites you once dined with.
If you’re going down, take the lie with you.

  1. Don’t Run Again. Rise Instead.
    Running again is just repeating the loop.

Rise beyond it. Become something unexpected:
A flawed man who tells young men, “Don’t be like I was.”

Snake (lighting a cigarette):
You’re not a monster, Trump. But you’re no hero either.
You’re just a man — and that’s all I need you to be.

Now choose.
Rebuild what you broke, or fade into the fog like all the others.

Trump (after a long pause):
…You really think it’s not too late?

Snake:
It’s always too late.
But sometimes… that’s when the real fight begins.

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MAGA – The Fall

[Scene: A dimly lit rooftop in New York City. Rain pours. Solid Snake, in his stealth gear, lights a cigarette as he confronts Donald Trump and Patrick Bateman, both dressed in designer suits, standing beneath a glowing neon “TRUMP TOWER” sign.]

Solid Snake (voice like gravel and regret):
You two look like kings of a dead empire. But the crown you’re wearing? It’s made of junk bonds and sweatshop blood.

Trump:
Watch your mouth, Snake. I rebuilt this city. I’m a builder.

Patrick Bateman:
And I invest. You wouldn’t understand. Returns, margins, growth—that’s what makes America great.

Snake:
No. That’s what killed America.
You didn’t build anything. You gutted it.
You turned the American Dream into a poker chip.
Casinos and investment banks. No factories. No future.

[Snake tosses a folded photograph at their feet. It’s of a crumbling factory in Detroit.]

Snake:
Detroit. Once the engine of the free world. Now it looks like Baghdad after a drone strike.
What happened? You offshored its soul for a quarterly bump on Wall Street.
Sold your own people out to Chinese sweatshops.
iPhones built by children. Jeans sewn by slaves. And for what?
A penthouse view and a new yacht?

Trump (defensive):
That’s globalization, Snake. You either win or get left behind.

Snake:
You lost already.
This is the Fall of Babylon.
Your towers are hollow.
Your currency? Lies.
Your empire? A joke, printed on a plastic credit card.

Bateman (smirking):
You sound like a Communist.

Snake (gritting his teeth):
No. I’m an American. The kind you betrayed.

[Snake steps into the shadows, lightning flashing behind him.]

Snake (quietly, as he disappears):
You built your kingdom on sand. And the storm’s already here.

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Trump Versus the Persian Empire

Madman Theory 2.0
Location: Desert bunker overlooking the Iranian border, midnight

The air inside the steel shelter was thick with dust, radio static, and tension. Snake leaned against the concrete wall, arms crossed, his eyes locked on the flickering screen displaying missile trajectories. The door creaked open. In strode former President Donald J. Trump—dressed in a navy-blue suit and red tie, absurdly clean for a war zone.

TRUMP:
“Snake. Glad you could make it. I always said you were the best. People tell me that. Even Putin said it.”

Snake didn’t move. His gravelly voice cut through the silence like a knife.

SNAKE:
“You’re doing Nixon again.”

TRUMP (grinning):
“Nixon? Come on. I’m smarter. Much smarter. I perfected the madman theory. They’re afraid of me because I’m unpredictable. It’s genius, really.”

SNAKE:
“No. It’s recklessness disguised as strategy. Nixon used it to spook the Soviets. You’re using it on Persia. Problem is—Persia has patience. Thousands of years of it.”

TRUMP (shrugs):
“Look, Snake. These people respect strength. Fire and fury works. Peace through strength—Reagan said it. You blow up a few reactors, they’ll come to the table.”

Snake stepped forward, shadows carving hard lines into his face.

SNAKE:
“No, they’ll bury their dead and wait for revenge. You’re not playing chess—you’re flipping the board and calling yourself a winner.”

TRUMP (pointing):
“That’s where you’re wrong. I am the board. I built the game. And everybody wants to play—”

SNAKE (interrupting):
“You’re playing with fire in a region soaked in oil. One spark and the whole world goes up.”

Trump paused, just briefly. The bravado cracked for a second.

TRUMP:
“I just want to make America great again.”

SNAKE:
“Then stop trying to play God.”

Static hissed louder through the speakers. The screen lit up—an explosion on the Iranian side. Another convoy gone. Trump looked satisfied. Snake turned away in disgust.

SNAKE (muttering):
“History doesn’t repeat itself… but it rhymes. And you’re rhyming with madness.”

Trump looked out the window at the distant blaze.

TRUMP:
“Some call it madness. I call it art.”

SNAKE (cold):
“Tell that to the kids under the rubble.”

He walked out, the wind slamming the steel door behind him.

Outside, the desert trembled again.

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