“Those bastards in tuxedos asked me to kiss their feathery ass” Emperor Trumpsk said after the frugal trip to Antarctica. “Holy shit! I tried, and I tried but they can run pretty fast!”
In a magnanimous effort to make the world a better place, Their Holiness(es) created a fair tariff system last week. However, ungrateful markets ruled by egoist nations misunderstood them, creating chaos around the globe.
As a natural negotiator, Their Holiness(es) Delon Trumpsk, did not hesitate to get the Trumpsk-Plane One and flight to the rogue area. Of course, They pilot by themselves, as it should be already well known, they are omnipotent and multitasking.
Their Holiness(es) were really worried about how the native inhabitants of those countries were reacting after the ‘Liberation Day, and with all the sympathy for their possible pain, They were humble enough to travel to those underdeveloped and savages lands and show Their pure Love and Kindness.
Artistic recreation of how the natives would be reacting under the Liberation Day
Worried about how they could be desperate and depress under the new reality, our Delon came to what looked like the reception committee. What They found was a totally different scenario looking more like a proper rave. “They were all wearing tuxedos, fornicating and feasting. Apparently, our Propaganda Communication Department didn’t do a good job and looked like they never receive the New Tariffs Schedule” That is the only explanation.”
Of course, using the strangling technique that They tough to the Secretary JD Vader a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, They immediately cancel the contract with the old department’s staff, creating by the way new job vacants for qualified migrant workers. “By the way, we are hiring! Apply now and earn your right to breath our sanctified air, born directly from our Holy Bowels”.
Our Lovely Lord always taking care of us, creating quality job opportunities, and taking care of the environment. Simply, we are not worthy.
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