Why is the Ayatollah praising Donald Trump?
What is Donald Trumps connection to President Xi, Vladimir Putin, The Ayatollah and Chairman Kim?
Its a “mystery" love affair between Trump and the Put In. It's no mystery, they are scientific socialists.
They are Not dictators, they are scientists.
https://www.politico.eu/article/trump-on-chinas-xi-we-love-each-other/
https://www.cnn.com/interactive/2018/06/politics/trump-kim-summit-cnnphotos/
Contrary to the article below, there is no mystery about Trumps love affair with the Put In. They are scientific socialists.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scientific_socialism
These Brutal Scientists, scientific socialists, Marxist Leninists or communists the same, exploit bigotry within a population to enslave the masses on mass self-deceptions.
This opening scene from The Naked Gun does a good job of exposing the connections between these seemingly different “authoritarians,” whom are really global communists/scientific socialists. Its always been the same plan, weaken America until it cant resist communism. I'll explain what it all means in this podcast.
This poster is outside the Denver Capital most weekends. The goal of this subversion is too lead people to believe these are independant authoritarians. They are NOT authoritarians. They are scientists working together to enslave us.
Here is a fictional play I wrote to put the current actors through a hypothetical Scientific Socialist lens.
The Theater of the Scientific Socialist Puppets: A Tragicomedy in Five Acts
Dramatis Personae:
Emperor X-Ion: The ever-composed ruler of the East, who loves nothing more than enforcing harmony through mass surveillance and a social credit system that turns every citizen into a living QR code. He’s a man of few words, except when delivering speeches filled with endless metaphors about tigers, bamboo, and “the rejuvenation of the Chinese dream,” which sound oddly familiar to everyone who’s read Orwell.
Czar Vladimerious the Confounder: The master tactician from the icy steppes, constantly shirtless and mysteriously always near a horse. He’s a self-described judo master, though his greatest skill lies in convincing his people that winning an election with 112% of the vote is completely legitimate. The more he sows chaos abroad, the more stable his iron grip grows at home, making him both a geopolitical troll and a history professor's nightmare.
The Grand Ayat-Oil-a of Desperistan: Perpetually scowling beneath his enormous turban, this theological maestro spends half his time drafting nuclear treaties he never plans to follow and the other half issuing fatwas against everything from pop music to women wearing nail polish. His true passion, however, is crafting speeches about “the resistance,” delivered in such droning monotone that even his own inner circle struggles to stay awake.
Comrade Kim Illusion, Eternal Sun of Lunacy: The supreme performer of the world’s strangest musical, where every act ends with synchronized weeping and choreographed praise from 10,000 extras. Known for his penchant for testing missiles and his love of imported cheese, he frequently vanishes for months, only to reappear looking suspiciously different but still demanding to be called “Dear Leader.” His leadership style is part sitcom dad, part Bond villain, and entirely baffling.
Donny Dealmaker, the Orange Oracle of Maga-Lago: A walking contradiction who can’t decide if he’s a populist hero or a billionaire martyr, Donny spends his time giving interviews where he either insults everyone or talks in circles until his audience forgets what the original question was. He prides himself on "telling it like it is," even if what "it" is changes depending on whether he's holding a golf club or a rally microphone. His hair alone could write a memoir.
Uncle Joe BigTent, the Sleepy Savior: A folksy grandpa who wandered onto the stage and somehow ended up as the lead, Uncle Joe delivers his lines like someone reading a bedtime story—complete with long pauses, unexpected detours, and the occasional loud whisper. Known for his catchphrase, “C’mon, man!” he somehow manages to both unite and confuse everyone at the same time. He’s the kind of character who’s always trying to keep peace at the family Thanksgiving, but inevitably spills the gravy in the process.
Act 1: The Meeting of the Minds (Or Lack Thereof)
The curtain rises to reveal a grand table in a darkened room, lit only by a flickering chandelier. The walls are covered in dusty tapestries depicting Marxist slogans, nuclear missiles, and cheeseburgers.
Emperor X-Ion enters first, gliding in with a clipboard and a severe expression. His every movement is followed by a dozen aides carrying tablets to record his brilliance. He sits at the head of the table, signaling with a nod that he’s ready to begin.
Czar Vladimerious swaggers in next, draped in a fur coat that looks suspiciously like it was taken off a Siberian bear. He chuckles darkly to himself and flexes a bicep, for no apparent reason.
The Grand Ayat-Oil-a shuffles in, muttering prayers under his breath while glaring at a portrait of the "Western Devil" hanging on the wall. He takes his seat slowly, adjusting his robe like he’s about to perform a magic trick.
Comrade Kim Illusion bursts onto the stage, followed by a chorus line of soldiers goose-stepping to the beat of a national anthem only he knows. He waves at the imaginary crowd, then sits down and immediately begins scribbling notes for his next missile launch, which he plans to announce during intermission.
Donny Dealmaker barges in, late and flanked by sycophants holding copies of his latest ghostwritten memoir. He gives a thumbs-up to the audience and then spends five minutes arguing with himself over whether he’s more popular than Abraham Lincoln. Finally, he sits down, still unsure if this is a negotiation or a ratings stunt.
Uncle Joe BigTent stumbles in last, grinning like he just found his favorite ice cream truck. He takes his time greeting each character with a handshake and a confused but warm “Hey, pal,” before sitting down and whispering to an aide, “Now, which one’s the guy with the nukes again?”
Act 2: The Strategic Blunders Begin
The characters attempt to discuss global strategy, but every conversation quickly devolves into absurd monologues:
Emperor X-Ion drones on about the inevitable rise of China, punctuated with cryptic phrases like “Rivers flow, mountains stand firm,” which everyone else pretends to understand while secretly texting their advisors for help.
Czar Vladimerious tries to sell everyone on a “peacekeeping” plan that sounds suspiciously like invasion. “It’s not imperialism if you call it liberation,” he says, adjusting his fur hat with a wink.
The Grand Ayat-Oil-a spends 15 minutes detailing his latest conspiracy theory involving a cursed artifact and a secret Illuminati plot to control the price of hummus. No one questions him because they’re all too busy nodding solemnly.
Comrade Kim Illusion interrupts every conversation by pointing out that he could destroy half the world if he wanted to—before giggling and assuring everyone that he’s “just kidding.” His aides frantically clap every time he says anything, creating awkward silences that last too long.
Donny Dealmaker tries to make a deal with everyone at once, promising “tremendous” benefits if they sign up for his latest project: a reality show featuring world leaders competing in golf and wrestling matches. He’s also convinced he could end the Ukraine war by simply “cutting a deal, believe me, nobody’s better.”
Uncle Joe BigTent keeps trying to shift the topic to infrastructure, occasionally mumbling, “Look, folks, we’ve got to build bridges—literally, not just metaphorically!” Then he gets sidetracked into a story about how he once fought a man named Corn Pop, which nobody understands but everyone finds oddly endearing.
Act 3: The Failed Grand Alliance
Despite the chaos, the leaders attempt to form an alliance. They each come with demands:
Emperor X-Ion insists everyone adopt his “Belt and Road Initiative,” which turns out to be less about trade and more about building statues of himself across the world.
Czar Vladimerious demands respect and a mutual defense pact, though he makes it clear that “defense” might include annexing his neighbor’s garden gnome collection.
The Grand Ayat-Oil-a agrees, but only if everyone promises to stop drinking alcohol, wearing Western clothes, and acknowledging the existence of music. “It’s for your spiritual health,” he adds, to confused silence.
Comrade Kim Illusion suggests they all sign a loyalty oath in blood while watching reruns of his state propaganda films. When everyone declines, he sulks and mutters something about launching “a little missile test, no big deal.”
Donny Dealmaker wants everyone to endorse his 2028 presidential campaign, promising them front-row seats at his next rally, which he’s billing as “The World’s Greatest Comeback, Part 3: This Time It’s Personal.”
Uncle Joe BigTent keeps forgetting what the meeting is about, instead offering everyone a $1 trillion infrastructure package that he swears is “totally bipartisan.” When no one accepts, he shrugs and says, “C’mon, man, you’re missing out!”
Act 4: The Propaganda Battle
The leaders turn on each other, launching dueling propaganda campaigns. The stage is filled with oversized screens playing bizarre TV ads:
Emperor X-Ion’s ads show scenes of serene, orderly cities where everyone is perfectly happy—so long as they don’t think too much. The tagline reads, “Harmony or Else.”
Czar Vladimerious airs clips of himself wrestling a bear, followed by ominous shots of tanks rolling across borders. His slogan is simply, “Respect. Fear. Me.”
The Grand Ayat-Oil-a broadcasts a lecture on the evils of Western culture, but it’s so boring that even his most devoted followers fall asleep midway through.
Comrade Kim Illusion runs a five-hour documentary starring himself, featuring rockets launching to orchestral music while children sing hymns to his greatness. The final shot shows him smiling in front of a rainbow, promising that his next missile test will be “spectacular.”
Donny Dealmaker releases an infomercial for his new “Patriot Pills,” which he claims will make anyone a winner. “You’ll be richer, tougher, and more presidential than anyone ever!” he declares, offering a 50% discount for the first 100 callers.
Uncle Joe BigTent doesn’t even run ads—he just appears at random press conferences telling everyone, “Look, here’s the deal,” before wandering off without finishing the sentence.
Act 5: The Inevitable Collapse
The alliance crumbles as the leaders start arguing over who gets to be in charge of the world. Accusations fly:
Emperor X-Ion accuses everyone of being “untrustworthy Westerners” (even those who aren’t Western), while reminding them that “the East is rising, whether you like it or not.”
Czar Vladimerious claims that all conflicts are a CIA plot, though he can’t quite explain how the CIA made him invade a neighbor. He ends with, “This is chess, not checkers,” leaving everyone baffled.
The Grand Ayat-Oil-a insists that everything is a Zionist conspiracy and starts chanting slogans no one can decipher. He declares himself the only “pure” leader in the room, but nobody’s really sure what that means.
Comrade Kim Illusion bursts into tears, claiming that he’s been “disrespected” and that this calls for “swift and righteous retribution”—but he quickly calms down after one of his aides hands him some imported Swiss chocolate.
Donny Dealmaker starts a lengthy speech about how unfairly he’s been treated, repeating “witch hunt” every few sentences. He then offers to sue everyone, promising it’ll be “the biggest lawsuit the world has ever seen.”
Uncle Joe BigTent tries to bring everyone together by suggesting they “just talk it out,” but he’s so distracted by trying to remember everyone’s names that he ends up calling Emperor X-Ion “Xi Ming Ping” and confusing Kim Illusion with a local deli owner.
The curtain falls as the characters dissolve into shouting, fist-waving, and general confusion. The lights dim, leaving only the sound of Donny Dealmaker insisting, “I still won big, you know,” echoing in the background.
Epilogue:
A narrator steps onto the stage, shrugging and addressing the audience: “And so, dear friends, the world continues spinning in this grand theater of absurdity. For in the end, no matter how much these rulers plot and posture, history remains a comedy—just one with very high stakes.”
Exeunt all.
References:
Orwell, G. 1984. The blueprint for dystopian ambition.
Marx, K. Das Kapital. The handbook for turning every economic crisis into a political power grab.
Khrushchev, N. “We Will Bury You.” The masterclass in geopolitical trolling.
Reagan, R. “Tear Down This Wall.” The guidebook for when comedic theatrics meet serious consequences.
Huxley, A. Brave New World. For those who believe that absurdity is best when combined with a little soma.
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