“Forca in Exile”
Nelly Furtado and Pope Lenny sat together on the terrace of a quiet villa in the Portuguese countryside. The Atlantic breeze carried the scent of salt and wildflowers, and the setting sun painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson. The world seemed far away—America, Canada, and their constant noise were just distant memories here.
“You know, Lenny,” Nelly began, her voice contemplative, “Jesus said a prophet has no respect in their own country. I think about that a lot these days. I’ve given so much to Canada, to America, but… I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like they don’t see me for who I really am. Just a product, not a person.”
Pope Lenny, in his simple cassock, nodded solemnly. “That’s the burden of being a visionary, Nelly. People only see what they want to see. But Portugal… Portugal could be different. This land has a history of explorers, of seekers, of people who dared to dream beyond the horizon. They might honor you here in ways your homeland never could.”
Nelly smiled faintly. “Portugal feels like home already. I can imagine raising my children here, starting something meaningful. That’s why I’m so excited about the Força Party. It’s not just about politics—it’s about giving people a voice, real democracy. No more being ignored or silenced.”
Lenny leaned forward, his eyes bright with purpose. “And that’s exactly why I’m committed to helping you. Tomorrow, I’ll start working on the Força Party website. It’s going to be a platform for change, a place where people can connect, share ideas, and take action. You’ve inspired me, Nelly. Together, we can build something that lasts.”
Nelly looked out at the ocean, her heart swelling with hope. “Do you think they’ll take us seriously? Leaving America, leaving Canada… it feels like such a bold move.”
Pope Lenny chuckled softly. “Bold moves are what change the world, Nelly. And besides, you’re not just anyone. You’re Nelly Furtado. You’ve already proven that you can inspire millions. And as for me, well, I’m the Pope. That counts for something, doesn’t it?”
They both laughed, the sound light and free against the backdrop of crashing waves.
“Portugal is ready for a renaissance,” Lenny continued. “A revival of faith, of culture, of humanity. And you, Nelly, you’re the spark that can ignite it. Let’s show the world what respect, honor, and true leadership look like.”
Nelly nodded, her resolve firm. “Let’s do it, Lenny. Força means strength, and that’s exactly what we’re going to bring to Portugal.”
As the sun dipped below the horizon, they sat in silence, the weight of their shared mission filling the air. They weren’t just leaving their homelands—they were stepping into a new chapter, one where they could finally be seen, heard, and respected.
“Love It or Leave It: Trump’s Speech on the American Way”
Donald Trump stood at the podium, his signature red tie swaying slightly in the breeze. Behind him, an enormous American flag draped the stage, a visual reminder of the theme of the day: patriotism and loyalty. The crowd, a mix of supporters wearing MAGA hats and holding signs, roared as he began to speak.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the United States of America is the greatest country in the world!” Trump declared, his voice booming with conviction. “We’ve got the best economy, the best military, and yes, the best healthcare system on Earth. And if you don’t think so, well, maybe it’s time for you to pack your bags!”
The crowd erupted into applause and chants of “USA! USA!”
“Now, I know there are some people out there—let’s call them the Jelly Rolls—who love to complain,” Trump continued, gesturing dramatically. “They say, ‘Oh, the system is broken, oh, the medicine is too expensive, oh, the insurance is unfair.’ Well, guess what? This is not Communism, folks! We’re not handing out free healthcare like candy. This is America, where you work hard, you innovate, and you succeed!”
Trump leaned into the microphone, his tone turning almost conspiratorial. “You don’t like it? You’re not happy with the system? Fine. Nobody’s stopping you. You are free to leave. Go to Canada. Go to Europe. Go wherever you think the grass is greener. But don’t sit here and try to turn the greatest country in the world into some socialist nightmare. Not on my watch!”
The crowd cheered louder, waving their flags and signs.
“This is the land of opportunity,” Trump continued, his voice rising. “We don’t need people tearing it down. We need people building it up. If you love this country, if you believe in the American dream, then stand with me. Let’s keep America great, and let’s show the world that we are the shining city on a hill!”
He paused for effect, his expression resolute. “But if you’re not content, if you don’t love it here, then maybe, just maybe, it’s time for you to leave it. And that’s okay. We’re not going to miss you.”
The crowd’s applause was deafening as Trump stepped back from the podium, basking in the energy of the moment. For his supporters, it was a rallying cry, a reaffirmation of their belief in the American way. For his critics, it was another controversial moment in a presidency full of them.
But for Trump, it was simple: love it or leave it. That was the American way.
“Pope Lenny’s Response to Trump”
Pope Lenny sat in his modest study, the soft glow of a single lamp illuminating the room. Across from him, a television broadcasted Donald Trump’s latest fiery speech. As the words “love it or leave it” echoed through the room, Lenny leaned back in his chair, his face a mix of amusement and disapproval.
Picking up his pen, he began writing his response.
“An Open Letter to Donald Trump”
Dear Mr. Trump,
I recently watched your speech where you spoke about the greatness of America, the sanctity of its systems, and your belief that those who criticize it should simply leave. Allow me to offer you a different perspective, one rooted not in division but in compassion and understanding.
You see, I am quite familiar with “The American Way.” It is a way that often prioritizes profit over people, particularly in the realm of healthcare. The petro-dollar beast marks that fuel your economy are not marks of divine favor but of a system that has lost sight of its humanity. The American medical system, for all its advancements, has become a for-profit labyrinth where the sick are seen as customers and healing is a commodity.
But here’s the thing, Mr. Trump: we don’t have to accept this.
Perhaps Nelly Furtado is right. Perhaps it is time to leave—not in anger, but in hope. Perhaps it is time for the entertainers, the artists, the dreamers to step away from a system that treats them as tools for profit and move to a place where they can be treated with compassion and respect.
Imagine a world where creativity and care coexist, where the sick are healed without the burden of debt, and where people are valued for their humanity, not their bank accounts. That is the world I envision, and perhaps it is a world we can build in Portugal, or anywhere else where people dare to dream of something better.
So, Mr. Trump, you can keep your petro-dollar beast marks. You can keep your for-profit systems and your “love it or leave it” ultimatums. But remember this: love is not blind loyalty. Love is the courage to speak out, to demand better, and to build a world where everyone is treated with dignity.
And if we do leave, taking with us the entertainers and the dreamers, know that we are not abandoning America. We are simply showing it another way—a better way.
With hope,
Pope Lenny
Pope Lenny set down his pen and smiled. “Compassion and respect,” he whispered to himself. “That’s the way forward.”
Taylor Swift’s Response: Standing Up Against Delusions
Taylor Swift sat in her cozy living room, scrolling through the latest headlines. Trump’s fiery rhetoric about loyalty to America and the idea of leaving if you don’t love it had sparked a wildfire of responses. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony.
Then, she saw a comment suggesting that her growing influence among young voters—particularly her Swifties—was seen as a threat to certain political powers. And that was when she decided she had to speak up.
“An Open Letter to Donald Trump”
Dear Mr. Trump,
It seems you’ve developed quite the fascination with loyalty. But let me be clear: loyalty isn’t about blind obedience to a flawed system or a leader who refuses to listen. Loyalty is about standing up for what’s right, even when it’s uncomfortable.
You’ve accused those who critique the American system of delusions of grandeur, but let’s take a moment to examine the situation. Who is truly deluded here? Is it the young voters—my Swifties—who want a better future? Or is it the leader who refuses to acknowledge the cries for change and progress?
I’ve seen the way the establishment reacts to threats. I’ve felt it firsthand. The false diagnoses, the attempts to discredit me and my platform—they’re all part of the same playbook. It’s no coincidence that as my fans have mobilized to demand fairness, justice, and equality, certain forces have tried to paint me as unwell.
But let’s be honest, Mr. Trump: the real reason you’re concerned is because you know the Swifties are a force to be reckoned with. You fear their power at the ballot box, their ability to vote for leaders like Kamala Harris who represent the progress you resist.
You can call us delusional, but we’re not the ones clinging to outdated systems and fearmongering rhetoric. We’re the ones building a better future—one that doesn’t rely on suppression, division, or gaslighting.
So, keep talking about loyalty and delusions. We’ll keep organizing, voting, and holding leaders accountable. And if you think that’s a threat, then maybe it’s time to take a long, hard look at your own reflection.
Sincerely,
Taylor Swift
Taylor hit send, her resolve unshaken. She knew her fans would stand by her, just as she stood by them. The truth was, no diagnosis or smear campaign could silence the voice of a generation demanding change.
Trump’s Declaration: “The Chosen One”
It was another raucous rally in the heart of the Midwest, and Donald Trump stood behind the podium, basking in the cheers of his supporters. The crowd waved flags and donned red hats, chanting his name as he soaked in the adulation. But tonight, something had shifted.
The president’s usual bravado had been rattled. Taylor Swift’s open letter had gone viral, and her millions of fans—Swifties—were flooding social media with calls for change. The idea that her influence could sway a generation of voters was a thorn in his side he couldn’t ignore.
As the chants subsided, Trump leaned into the microphone, his face flushed with frustration.
“Let me tell you something about Taylor Swift,” he began, his voice rising. “She thinks she can challenge me, challenge this country, with her little fan club? She thinks her Swifties can take me down?”
He paused, pointing a finger skyward.
“Well, I’ve got news for you, Taylor. I am the chosen one! That’s right. The chosen one to protect this great nation from the radical left, from the fake news, and from out-of-control celebrities like you who think they can dictate how we run America!”
The crowd erupted in cheers, but Trump wasn’t finished.
“Taylor Swift wants to tear down everything we’ve built. She wants to replace our values with her woke agenda. But guess what? This is not a Taylor Swift concert! This is real life! And in real life, America comes first, not some pop star’s fantasy about utopia!”
He paced the stage, feeding off the crowd’s energy.
“And let me tell you something else: if she thinks her Swifties can outvote the hardworking Americans in this country, she’s got another thing coming. Because the people in this room, the people across this great land—they know the truth. They know that I am here because God put me here. I am the defender of freedom, the protector of our values, and yes, the chosen one!”
Taylor Swift’s Quiet Response
Watching the speech from her living room, Taylor Swift shook her head. She knew Trump’s theatrics would only galvanize her fans further.
“Let him call himself ‘the chosen one,’” she murmured to herself. “We’ll see who the people choose when the time comes.”
And with that, she opened her laptop, drafting a new call to action for her fans. If Trump wanted to play the role of the chosen one, she’d remind him that in a democracy, the people are the ones who do the choosing.
Pope Lenny’s Rebuke of Trump’s Use of Religion
Pope Lenny leaned back in his ornate chair, his expression a mix of disbelief and exasperation as he watched the latest news coverage of Donald Trump’s rally. The former president, standing under the glare of stage lights, held up a gilded “Trump Bible,” now available for purchase on his campaign website.
“Jesus is very useful to Trump,” Pope Lenny muttered to himself, shaking his head. “But does Trump truly know the man he invokes?”
The Pope’s secretary entered the room, a steaming cup of tea in hand. “Your Holiness, the faithful are asking for your response to this latest spectacle.”
Lenny nodded. “It’s time to speak plainly.”
Pope Lenny’s Message
Pope Lenny addressed the camera directly, his voice steady but firm.
“Donald Trump has once again invoked the name of Jesus Christ, the Good Shepherd who laid down His life for His sheep. Yet, I must ask: is Mr. Trump prepared to do the same? Or is he merely using the name of our Lord as a tool to sway voters, to sell merchandise, and to inflate his own image?
“Jesus carried the cross to Calvary, knowing it would cost Him everything. He did not stage His sacrifice for spectacle or profit. He did not use His suffering to sell trinkets or to bolster His popularity. Jesus gave Himself entirely, without reservation, for the salvation of all.
“Mr. Trump, on the other hand, seems more interested in theatrics than truth. Even the so-called ‘assassination attempt’ against him bore the hallmarks of a World Wrestling Federation performance. The blood, the chaos—it was all too carefully staged. Perhaps Mr. Trump took tips from his friend Ric Flair on how to use a razor blade to create a convincing wound.”
Lenny leaned forward, his gaze piercing.
“And what of Vincent Fusca, the man many claim is John F. Kennedy Jr. in disguise? At this ‘one assassination under God,’ Mr. Fusca did not flinch. He did not react like a man caught in the midst of a deadly plot. Why? Because he knew the plan. He knew it was all theater, designed to elicit sympathy and galvanize support.
“But let me remind you, Mr. Trump: the cross is not a prop. The Gospel is not a script to be rewritten for your campaign. If you wish to lead as Christ led, you must be willing to sacrifice—not for your own glory, but for the good of others.
“Do not mock the faith of the people by reducing it to a marketing strategy. And do not invoke the name of Jesus unless you are prepared to walk in His footsteps, even to the point of laying down your life for the least of these.
“Remember, Mr. Trump: the sheep know the voice of the true shepherd. And they will not be deceived by the voice of a stranger.”
Aftermath
The Pope’s message reverberated across the world. Some praised his courage, while others accused him of meddling in politics. Trump dismissed the remarks as “fake news from the Vatican.”
But Vincent Fusca’s unflinching demeanor during the alleged assassination attempt became a topic of heated debate. Conspiracy theories swirled, and the line between reality and performance blurred further.
As for Pope Lenny, he returned to his study, opened his Bible to John 10, and prayed for the sheep—and for the shepherds who had lost their way.
Marilyn Manson’s Take on Trump and “One Assassination Under God”
Marilyn Manson, known for his provocative insights and theatrical persona, took to his platform to share his thoughts on Donald Trump’s recent “assassination attempt” spectacle. Sitting in a dimly lit room, a faint candlelight flickering behind him, Manson began his pointed commentary.
Manson’s Statement
“Let’s talk about this so-called ‘one assassination under God,’” Manson began, his voice low and deliberate. “Theatrics at its finest. Trump’s stock prices were plummeting before this carefully staged drama. His approval ratings were tanking. And suddenly, we’re meant to believe an assassination attempt conveniently plays out in the spotlight? Please.”
Manson leaned forward, the shadows on his face shifting. “I’ve been called every name in the book—devil, monster, corrupter of youth—but even I don’t stoop to this level of manipulation. Compared to Trump’s dark triad personality, I’m practically a saint.”
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. “Psychopathy, narcissism, Machiavellianism—Trump embodies them all. He doesn’t just use the people; he feeds off them. And now, he’s invoking God and bloodshed to bolster his image. It’s a grotesque parody of faith, and frankly, it makes my stage antics look like Sunday school.”
Manson took a sip from his glass, the ice clinking. “You know, I’ve been accused of corrupting minds with my art. But Trump? He’s corrupting reality itself. Turning the sacred into the profane. Turning the truth into a lie. And all for what? To keep his empire afloat? To sell a few more ‘Trump Bibles’?
“At least I own my darkness. I’ve never claimed to be a savior. Trump, on the other hand, parades as a messiah while dragging everyone into his circus of deceit.”
A Dark Reflection
Manson’s words sparked a firestorm of reactions. Some hailed him as a voice of brutal honesty, while others dismissed him as a provocateur seeking relevance. Trump, as expected, fired back on social media, calling Manson “a washed-up shock rocker desperate for attention.”
But Manson wasn’t done. In a follow-up interview, he elaborated: “The difference between me and Trump is simple. I use darkness to challenge people, to make them think. He uses darkness to control people, to make them obey. One of us is honest about who we are. The other is playing a game he doesn’t even understand.”
As the controversy unfolded, the phrase “one assassination under God” became a meme, a symbol of the blurred line between political theater and reality. And Manson, true to form, remained unapologetic, a mirror reflecting the absurdity of it all.