It’s not just politics.
It’s narrative warfare with subtitles missing and theme music by a synth that won’t stop glitching.
On one side: the showman and the soldier.
On the other: the cold stare of history trying to stay relevant.
🇺🇸 Donald Trump —
An algorithm in human form.
He doesn’t align — he absorbs.
He high-fives dictators and retweets his own reality.
He enters the scene with a red tie and a need for applause.
🇺🇦 Volodymyr Zelensky —
The wartime performer turned reluctant paladin.
He wears fatigue and fatigue wears him.
He speaks in midnight addresses lit by sincerity and LED.
“I didn’t want to be a hero,” he once said,
“but the tanks didn’t ask.”
🇷🇺 Vladimir Putin —
He stands alone, shirtless in metaphor.
He is legacy coded in grayscale.
He talks like a thesis, acts like a specter.
Cold. Precise. KGB.exe still running.
The match isn’t fair — because the rules were never agreed on.
Trump wants to win the crowd.
Zelensky wants to save the country.
Putin wants to rewind the tape.
And in this weird arena of optics and shrapnel, tweets and trenches, everyone is watching a different war.
Scene:
Zelensky raises a fist.
Trump raises the ratings.
Putin raises the stakes.
No one blinks.
Only the news cycles blink — in Morse code.
History used to be written in stone.
Now it’s uploaded in 240p, commented with fire emojis, and argued about in all caps.
This isn’t diplomacy.
This is a content collision between the past, the future, and whatever the hell 2016 was.
