On the night of the election, after being announced as the next American president, he went out and delivered his victory speech. He thanked Elon Musk for his significant contributions with his “Big Rockets” and then handed the podium to a bald man whose name is not important to mention here, but he was introduced as the head of one of these slave trade companies known as UFC. No one understood what the guy was saying except he was so energetic and excited and kept asking for strong big men, big muscles, small dicks, and dead brains as he preferred them.
Day after this magnificent night when many American Fascists and candid patriots slept with a wide smile and wet panties, President-elect Trump went to a fighting game at the UFC event at Madison Square Garden where American Nazies used to march in the golden days of 30s.
Everything captured in the videos from this event struck a chord of déjà vu, echoing timeless tales and ancient imagery threaded through literature, art, and history that goes back thousands of years ago.
My favorite is when we can see Trump sitting between Elion Musk and Yasir Al-Rumayyan, Governor of SaudiaPublic Investment Fund, Chairman of Saudi Aramco, and Chairman of Newcastle United. He is considered to be the right hand of MBS. Musk and Rumayyan wield control over more than $1.2 trillion, with political influence that transits continents. Seated next to Musk is an older grumpy man in a black hat and matching T-shirt, decorated with a large silver cross. He could be another titan of industry or merely a glorified street hustler or both at the same time, but From an artistic perspective, I see he fits seamlessly into the dystopian masterpiece this scene paints.
In ancient Roman arenas like the Colosseum ( Madison Square Garden of these times), The emperor had a special box known as the Pulvinar. This box was in a prime location on the arena floor, emphasizing his supreme status and role as the chief patron of the games. Seating next to him was arranged to reflect the social hierarchies of that time, with senators, vestal virgins, and other dignitaries having designated seating areas nearby. If we consider our mysterious old man in black with a silver cross as a modern Vestal Virgin, then everything else will fall into place.
Trump, the new emperor, is seated at Pulvinar on the arena floor; his two support, powerful senators, are next to him, and a black gladiator (UFC miserable employees) is naked in a lame boxer, dancing the greeting dance to the blonde emperor.
So Authentic..
So Roman..
The golden era of the Gladiator games in the Roman Empire was between (100 Bc – until the Crisis of the Third Century AD) at this time, Gladiator games spread throughout the empire. They were a celebration of victory, a roar of triumph. But most importantly, an opportunity for the emperor to speak with no words but through the symphony of breaking bones, crimson blood, and steel slicing. He spoke to the animals inside them, to the nation’s fascist hunger, their need to see flesh torn and lives ended. Some emperors would push propaganda to promote their participation in battles. Titus, Hadrian, and the infamous Caligula will engage in arranged fights that end in victory.
An image that will drive the audience crazy as the prophecy of STRONG MAN will manifest in front of their eyes.
Donald G. Kyle, in his book “Sport and Spectacle in the Ancient World” mentions that Roman Anti-corruption laws of 65 and 63 BC attempted to curb the political usefulness and influences of the games but failed. After the killing of Caesar, it becomes a significant component of the economic and social structure of the Roman Empire.
UFC fighters/ gladiators are technically “independent contractors” with TKO Group Holdings, which owns UFC, which is worth approximately $20.36 billion. UFC fighters/gladiators only get the crumbs, maybe with a pat on the hips from the boss. Unlike actual employees, they don’t receive benefits like health insurance or unemployment. In fact, their situation is arguably worse than that of Roman gladiators. At least the gladiators weren’t contracted to any holding company, and when they won, they kept the entire jackpot. No CEOs or executives dipping into their hard-earned blood money.
The empire and the emperor who is watching nowadays are not Roman. Above them the American Flag, but Yasir Al-Rumayyan is not an American even if he keeps wearing the Trump famous red Hat. he is there to represent the other branch of the empire that usually will not be shown to American public.
They are all part of the collective international oligarch that share one belief: “Freedom for Capital, prisons and border walls for People“. Under this flag, a new brave world will rise where we all will be illegal immigrants, or like Saudie immigrants laws, will need a sponsored Master (In America, they call it a Working Visa).
With the ascendance of figures like Trump and Elon Musk, we witness the crystallization of a new world order alongside MBS. In this paradigm, billionaires and oligarchs no longer suffice as mere partners to political leaders; they aspire to embody sovereignty itself. Like MBS, they seek to consolidate wealth, political authority, and military power —including the nuclear arsenal— into their grasp. This fusion of economic and political domination indicates not merely the decline of democracy but the reconfiguration of power into feudal-like absolutism, where unchecked capital supplants public accountability.
After 9/11, the United States launched its grandiose “New Middle East” project; a dazzling combination of democracy-pushing, nation-building, and good old-fashioned occupation wars, all sprinkled with a global torture programs. Fast forward 20 years, and the irony couldn’t be richer: America now aspire to the very model it once claimed to reform—a monarchy in everything but name, busily reshaping the world to mirror this “efficient” system that worship strong men, with jelly billy and white bale skin.
Who needs checks and balances when you can have absolute power and a gold-plated throne?
Many political leaders will adopt miniature versions of Trump, while others will transform into parasitic beings, thriving on neo-feudal fascist structures. The rhetoric surrounding freedom, democracy, the right to a dignified life, and the self-determination of people will be called into question. The very concept of the right to life itself will become negotiable.
Technology and AI will tighten their grip, instruments of surveillance and control over the masses. People will cling to illusions of individual survival, chasing the dream of wealth with bent knees and whispered prayers of gratitude—praising the genius of Elon Musk or His Highness the Crown Prince.
Meanwhile, the planets will burn ever hotter, and the violence of natural disasters, fueled by the plundering of Earth’s riches, will grow relentless. Even the next epidemic or environmental catastrophe will seem like a fleeting mercy, a cruel shadow of hope amidst the ruin.
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