Now Donald Trump is President of the United States, the most powerful country in the world. As he was busily signing Executive Orders, a light bulb went off.
“I’m annoyed about NATO, but there might be some use to it. I’m willing to work with my new friend, Theresa May. We will have a great relationship, the two of us, Britain and the United States. She is not my type, though, I will look East from Britain. He cast an eye East, stopping at Berlin. He grumbled about Angela Merkel. “Nasty woman, I want to fire her!”
“Your majesty, I mean Mr. President, you can’t fire Chancellor Merkel, we don’t own Germany…”
“Yet!” President Trump snapped.
Foreign Policy experts and historians had thoughts of Occupied Germany.
President Trump had his phone call with Russian leader Vladimir Putin. One of the things they discussed was control of the Slavic world. Not Russia of course. For President Trump wants something. Young, thin, Slavic women.
They agreed to beauty contests and research. With DNA, we can figure out the origin of the Slavs. He has had a Czech wife and now a Slovene. Where to next Mr. President? Will it be Poland? Slovakia? President Trump can have DNA tested, but not manufacture one. He may think it, but he won’t live forever.
So was created the Slavic Playground, for both Putin and Trump.