In a world obsessed with superhero movies and reality TV, the greatest show on Earth plays out in plain sight, unnoticed by its audience. The plot isn’t particularly original—powerful figures manipulating a narcissistic businessman with financial troubles and presidential ambitions. Yet its execution has been masterful.

Our protagonist wasn’t chosen for his brilliance but for his perfect blend of vulnerabilities: desperate for legitimacy, drowning in debt, and possessed of an ego that makes him both predictable and deniable. When Russian money began flowing into his properties in the 1980s, it wasn’t random opportunity—it was casting; Trump, the failed grifter, is being manipulated as a sleeper agent by those who claim to be reclaiming their empire and status as God’s chosen ones (read Putin and Netanyahu).

While some, like myself, still see the Cold War as a movie with its recognisable sound, we are miserably mistaken. The current narrative, akin to a movie plot from the eighties, features a clever and sinister alliance of Russians who identified a particular individual as the perfect pawn in their game.

Despite readily available facts, the scriptwriter has created such a commotion that public attention has been consistently diverted.
As the chaos grows, the facts become more apparent. The answer to why the state of Netanyahu can do whatever it pleases without significant consequences is because of that same scriptwriter.
The public knows the main actors, but one; Semion Mogilevich.
Yep, the name doesn’t leave much to the imagination. He is the binding factor completing the triangle of power, which begs the question: “Who is the scriptwriter, and are power and greed the real end goal?”

I kid you not; I am not a conspiracy theorist, but this script is blatantly fabricated, and it was conceived when the movie’s credits from the Cold War were still rolling. So, what is their end goal? Call me crazy, but with an educated, though eloquent guess, I would go in the direction of world population diminishing.

Think about it: the numbers don’t lie; population growth, famine (completely unnecessary; there is enough money to go around and solve it). So, fewer people mean less contamination and more opportunities to save our flying rock.

As I am already allowing myself to play hardball, I would also devise a solution: the Russian shieldmaidens and, of course, Hollywood scriptwriters, the two helped by Sam Altman and company.

I mean, it ain’t that crazy idea, right? Compared to the movie rolling now in five D (I believe in string theory) with the music of a blonde Beyoncé singing country.

May harmony find you,

Irena Phaedra

P.S. The most unsettling part? This script was written decades ago, and we’re still somehow surprised by each predictable plot twist. Perhaps the greatest trick wasn’t convincing the world the devil doesn’t exist—but convincing us we’re watching fiction when we’re actually living the sequel of the ancient art of mythmaking that has evolved in our digital age.