Scene: Inside the Mar-a-Lago strategy room. The walls are covered in gold-framed photos of Trump, all at various stages of his career—some slightly altered to make him appear godlike, like in a Renaissance painting. A large, lavishly decorated table sits in the centre. Trump is at the head of it, looking even more smug than usual, with his hands clasped together like a visionary philosopher.
Trump: (slamming his fist on the table dramatically)
"Alright, folks. Listen up. We’ve done it all: we’ve made America great again. We’ve made it rich. We’ve made it powerful. But now… now we need to take it to the next level. I’m talking about making me… a god."
(The room goes quiet. Advisors look at each other, unsure whether this is just another one of Trump’s impulsive ideas or if he's serious. Finally, his top advisor, looking hesitant, speaks.)
Top Advisor:
“Sir, with all due respect, uh… a god? Like, you want to be, like, worshipped as a god?”
Trump: (grinning, as if the idea is self-evident)
“Exactly. It’s perfect. Think about it. Who else is more qualified? I’ve built the greatest buildings, I’ve run the greatest campaign, I’m the greatest businessman in history. I’ve got the best hair—the best hair, folks, it’s practically divine. I’m telling you, there is no one else who deserves it more than me. We’re gonna make Trump a god again. I’m talking about divine powers. Miracles. The whole package.”
(He stands, pacing with his arms spread wide as if giving a sermon.)
Trump:
“Imagine this: I walk into a room, and bam! Light follows me everywhere. People kneel when I enter, folks. The most powerful presence the world has ever seen. I’ll be turning water into wine at every rally. You won’t believe it. Believe me.”
(One advisor raises a hand hesitantly, trying to understand the logistics of this grand idea.)
Advisor:
“But sir, people won’t be able to see you as, you know, practical anymore. You’d need a whole new set of laws, a new system. How would the world react to, well, you becoming an actual god?”
Trump: (laughs dismissively)
“Oh, they’ll love it. I’ve got the best ideas. Everyone’s been talking about the new world order, and I’ve been saying, we need a new world. A world with me at the top, and everyone below me worshipping. I’ll make the greatest temples, folks. Huge, golden temples, the biggest temples. Tremendous temples. People will come from all over just to catch a glimpse of me. And I won’t even need to show up in person. I’ll be the temple. I’ll be the worshipped idol.”
(One advisor, trying to stay rational, asks again.)
Advisor:
“Right, but you can’t just, you know, make yourself a god. It’s a whole religious thing. You need followers, rituals, you need… uh, miracles.”
Trump: (beaming with pride as if he's already solved all these problems)
“Done. I’m already a god, folks, I just need to let everyone else catch up. All I have to do is tell people I’m a god, and boom, they’ll believe it. I’ll make a few appearances, and suddenly, everyone will start thinking, ‘Wait, maybe Trump is a god.’ It’s so simple. I’ve already got the best followers. The greatest supporters. All they need is a little guidance. The divine guidance of their one true god—Trump!”
(Trump, imagining his newfound godliness, continues to pace back and forth, excitedly elaborating.)
Trump:
“And think about it: I can just manifest things. I’ll have people say, ‘Trump, make the economy even better.’ And boom! Gold. People will say, ‘Trump, make the country safer.’ And boom! Peace. I’ll be able to control the weather, folks. I’ll make it sunny for every golf game. Hail the Trump god!”
(A skeptical advisor looks around the room, trying to grasp the logistics.)
Skeptical Advisor:
“But… sir, what about, you know, actually ruling as a god? You can’t run the country like that. What if people, uh, question your divine powers?”
Trump: (smiling, sure of himself)
“They won’t. Trust me, no one’s going to question a god. I’ll have the best angels. The best celestial army. They’ll protect me. No one will challenge my authority. They’ll know—I am Trump, I am God. I’ll bring divine order to America. And beyond. A new era—the greatest era in history.”
(He pauses, looking at the room, waiting for someone to challenge him, but all are silent, unsure of how to respond. Trump looks pleased with his own idea.)
Trump:
“I’m telling you, folks, this is going to be huge. The greatest re-election campaign. The greatest divinity campaign. Just wait. I’ll make the whole world bow before me. You’re going to see it. It’s going to be tremendous. So let’s get this done. Make Trump a god again!”
End scene.
