Stop drinking the Trump Kool-Aid

Or dye orange gold in Trump-Landia

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The morning sun rose over the newly renamed continent of Trump-Landia, catching the golden tips of the Triumph Archway that now spanned the entire border between what used to be Texas and Mexico. Inside the Imperial Bedchamber, His Supreme Magnificence — an orange-tinted monarch with a meticulously sculpted, windswept crest of hair — sat upright in his silk-sheeted bed. He adjusted his heavy golden crown, and tapped his gem-encrusted scepter impatiently against his big beautiful belly.

AI-Generated Empire of TRUMP-Landia- the land where everything shines in TRUMP-GOLD

He was currently wearing his official morning uniform: a custom-tailored, star-spangled cloth diaper made of pure premium silk, designed for maximum executive comfort.

He was so proud of his Royal ensemble, the plush robe, golden specter, and a trillion dollar crown all laboriously designed per his specifications as he dreamed of all his accomplishments.

He then stared out his floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring his latest cartographic masterpiece. Hanging on the wall was the New World Map. With a thick black marker, he had single-handedly redrawn the globe. “Trump-Landia” now officially consumed Canada, Greenland, Mexico, Venezuela, Iran, and Russia. Borders were a thing of the past; it was all one giant, beautiful, tremendous property.

A nervous advisor entered the room, carrying a silver tray stacked with the morning’s freshly minted tribute.

“Your TRUMPness,” the advisor stammered, bowing so low his nose nearly brushed the carpet. “The new currency has cleared the royal printing presses.”

The King snatched a crisp, oversized $250 bill from the tray. He nodded approvingly at his own face staring back at him from the center of the note. Next to it lay the new Golden Coins, heavy enough to break a table, and the updated Global Passport — a gold-foil document required by every citizen of the global empire to travel between the kitchen and the living room.

“Tremendous,” the King murmured, his lips forming a dramatic, pensive pout. “The finest paper. Nobody prints money like us.”

He looked past the advisor toward the projection screen on the wall, which showed a live feed of the grandest project of all: the newly modified Mount Rushmore. Sculptors were working around the clock, chiseling away the old presidents to make room for a singular, massive, monumentally pouty face that looked exactly like him.

“And the final piece?” the King demanded, tapping his scepter twice.

The advisor reached into his velvet robe and pulled out a gleaming gold medal. “The Global Peace Prize, Your Radiance. Awarded unanimously by the royal committee… which you appointed yesterday.”

The King took the medal, admired his reflection in its polished surface, and finally smiled. The world was officially organized exactly the way it was always meant to be.

All jokes aside, I believe in the land of the free and the home of the brave and I truly believe that this country can survive anything.

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Happy 250 USA! Democracy shall prevail!

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