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.
PUTIN RESPONDS TO PUSSY RIOT – A WARNING TO THE WEST
Broadcast from an undisclosed chamber beneath the Kremlin, flanked by relics of Tsarist orthodoxy and Soviet pride, Vladimir Putin speaks directly, eyes locked on the camera, not as a tyrant—but as a tired guardian of a fragile civilization.
PUTIN:
“Let me be clear. My anger at Pussy Riot was never about music. It was about anarchy. Their so-called punk prayer was not prayer—it was provocation. In the name of ‘freedom,’ they called for chaos inside the holiest church in Russia. That is not activism. That is idiocy.
Anarchy is stupidity.
Without order, our Russian civilization would collapse. No art. No science. No defence. No diplomacy. No trade. No luxury. Not even the so-called freedoms you love to post about on your American social media.
You think America gives you these luxuries because of punk rock and hashtags? No. They give them because they still have structure, even if it’s corrupted.
I was raised by a state that conquered the Nazis and launched the first man into space. That takes discipline, not screaming in cathedrals.
This is why I was angry with Pussy Riot. Because they sabotaged the hope spoken by the Virgin at Fatima—that Russia would return to Christianity and lead a spiritual conversion of the world.
But instead, they mocked the sacred. They desecrated a prophecy.
Do not confuse rebellion with wisdom. We cannot trade our nuclear missiles for spaceship engines if our minds are corrupted by nihilism. If we are to reach the stars, it will not be through chaos—it will be through unity, order, and vision.
That is what I offer in peace. But I will not sacrifice civilization to please anarchists in ski masks.”
He leans back. The camera lingers on his face—steel, but weary. For a moment, he is not the villain of Western headlines. He is an old man trying to hold a broken empire together.
PUTIN (quietly):
“JCJ, if you bring us together, history will not remember Pussy Riot. It will remember you.”
So JCJ is going to give me the Russian government? As long as it is ONE REPUBLIC? And not anarchy? That is a good deal for 2 years in jail. I will let Putin retire in Serbia if he apologizes.
Scene: Kremlin Peace Chamber — Midnight Deal
Vladimir Putin sits behind a massive oak desk, lit only by a single chandelier. Nadya Riot (Nadezhda Tolokonnikova), fierce and unblinking, stands across from him in a punk-style fur coat, her boots echoing on the marble floor. JCJ leans against a window, the Moscow skyline glowing behind him, his laptop open, playing Civilization VI on deity mode.
Putin:
Nadya… you want to be president of Russia? Fine. I’m not your enemy. If you accept JCJ as your chief advisor, I have no problem.
He’s not just a man. He’s a deity-level civilization player. He sees through time. He plays chess with AI warlords in his sleep.
And he wins.
Nadya Riot:
You think I’d sell my soul to become your puppet queen?
Putin (rising, calm):
No puppet. A president with power. I’m offering you an end to bloodshed.
I want a deal.
Let me retire in Serbia with my judo medals and my library of banned books.
Let me walk the Danube in peace.
And in return…
I won’t push the Russian suitcase demolition nukes sitting in Manhattan, aimed at Mom’s apple pie America — the land you love so much.
JCJ types one final command on his laptop: “Declare World Peace.” A golden light pulses from the screen.
JCJ:
You both know this isn’t about ideology.
It’s about survival.
If Nadya leads Russia with a punk heart and a hacker brain, and Vlad steps back with grace—
Then the world wins.
Nadya Riot (pauses, then smiles faintly):
Only if I get to paint a pink cathedral in the Red Square.
Putin:
Deal.
They shake hands. The world holds its breath.
JCJ clicks “Save Game.” History pivots.