His ‘cool’ obsession isn’t ICE or icy Greenland. I bet it’s 'getting chilled.'

The whole Greenland thing has nothing to do with Donald Trump’s claimed ‘national security needs,’ since a healthy NATO is exactly what thwarts Russia. And wrecking NATO is Putin’s dream. It also has nothing to do with ‘rare earths’. (Norway has more and far more easily accessed.) Just like Venezuela had almost nothing to do with ‘oil,’ there are other explanations.

 

Is “Greenland!!” possibly a ploy to divert attention? Sure, from Epstein… but also aiming attention to the far-north, when the next manic strike by imperial confederatism will actually be southward? And much closer to Trump’s Florida estate. 

 

Indeed, what the neo-confederate GOP masters may have in mind is something almost identical to a slave-state ambition way back in the 1850s! And an obsession for mafiosi since 1959. 

 

Keep your eye on Cuba.


     == But let’s get back to Greenland! ==

 

One root reason for Trump’s obsession is much simpler - a narcissistic wish to be remembered forever! In this case, for adding to the USA a territory that looks larger (in a Mercator Map illusion) than Africa! And thus out-doing Jefferson’s Louisiana Purchase. Whereupon maybe Don replaces Tom on Mt. Rushmore!  

 Hm, maybe. But it’s my job to speculate outside normal narratives. So, Iet’s ask… does the Greenland Thing go deeper than just wrecking NATO for Vlad? And Trump wanting to be remembered for some grandiose, map-grabby-grabby? 

 

After all, why should a solipsist care how others remember him, after he is gone? 

 

Or else… will he be ‘gone?’ 

 

Remember that his White House is infested with tech-weirdos, from his VP (Peter Thiel’s hand puppet) to jibbering, would-be Machiavellis like Mencius Moldbug and Stephen Miller, to whoever Elon planted in the staff. And one thing that’s guaranteed to have been broached to the Don is… cryonics. 

 

 

   == The ultimate self-pardon and escape plan! ==

 

Cryonics? We’re talking about body-freezing after death (or nowadays just the head, unless you pay way-extra), with the aim of being revived – or upload-downloaded into a fresh young body – in some future era. 

 

Can you honestly tell me that you doubt Trump would leap at signing a contract, once they tell him about it?

But… how to ensure that revival? Why will future-folks, in that 23^rd Century, scientifically-advanced era, go to the effort of repairing all your cells and giving you a great young bod, even if they have the tools and means? 

 

One thing is certain. They won’t do it in fondly-recollected gratitude for goodness or beneficence; not in this case!  Those aren’t Trump’s calls to fame.

 

Most current cryonics customers are at least somewhat rich. I know some who have assured me (perhaps a little frantically) that their investment accounts – funds carefully not bequested to living heirs – will more than pay for revival, someday! A way for rich guys to “take it with me!”  Maybe this explains why Trump needs to ‘acquire’ more and more and more wealth by any means, no matter how filthy… in order to make that mountainous bribe convincing enough to cross centuries!  

 

As if future folk could not simply shrug and say “that’s not how we roll here, great-grampa! We’re adjusting the ledgers, now, and applying that capital to something useful.” 

 

Trying to prevent that -- and force a stable, money-based standard of revival -- may be among the top reasons why Trump… along with some of the other New Lords and Olde Families… are engaging in their current worldwide putsch! A full-court press to end the Enlightenment Experiment and re-establish dismal feudalism. Because a feudal society can ensure the continuity and power of inherited or self-bequeathed wealth. In fact, that’s why feudalism dominated for 6000 years, on five continents!

 

But then, instead of mere lucre, let’s go back to fame! Trump’s passion - for all his life - would naturally extend into purported afterlife! 

 

“They’re sure to revive someone who was as interesting as me!  Or who had such great ratings!” 

 

Fame has always been called a version of immortality, right? And can anyone doubt that the same theme pounds through every fiber of Trump’s being? 

 

And what better way to ensure epic fame than doubling (Tripling? Mercator sextupling?) the size of the United States?

 

    == A modest proposal ==

Which brings us to a weird suggestion. (Weird? From me? Never!) And mind you, I am not actually doing this thing that I’m about to discuss, only speculating about it, as if in a sci fi story. Indeed, I might write it, with all the names changed! 

 

Still, it’s a transactional offer that seems straight off the pages of The Art of the Deal. One that might compel something that we want… without violating any current law, whatsoever. And if I’m right about this motive – consistent with the techie-incel brats who now infest the White House – then it goes straight to the core of Donald Trump’s greatest wish and goal.

“Dear Mister T, have we got a deal for you.

 

“First, if the core supposition of this missive is wrong, then all of what follows is just moot speculation, worthy of a sci-fi flick. 

 

“But given the nature of the men who have been planted around you, it’s a pretty good guess that you have by now been persuaded to make arrangements. For your cadaver – after death – to be cryonically stored, which is by law merely a process for disposing of human remains, like burial or cremation. 

 

“To be perfectly clear – none of us intend in any way to hasten that demise! Indeed, we vow to prevent or delay it, if ever any of us find ourselves in a position to influence such matters.

 

“But let’s assume that an end to this life/incarnation does come (it happens to us all) and that – clutching both a death certificate and a cryonics contract – your body commences a voyage of chilled storage and delayed delivery to some future time. 

 

“In that case, it is inevitable that we or others will discover the facts about that body-disposal arrangement. And hence, we now propose a deal! A non-disclosure agreement or NDA (your favorite kind of agreement), under which we’ll refrain from openly revealing the location of your remains, or in any way acting on that knowledge, providing only that the following terms have been fulfilled –

 

“-- that you have resigned from the office of U.S. president by May 2026… and that you take JD Vance with you. And that whatever foundation or trust you set up, to pay for eventual revival, shall preserve capital for that purpose (what remains after lawsuit settlements), but use the interest in service of what future generations will assess to be good causes.

 

“Again, this is not, in any way, shape or form, a threat to you, as a living human being. Indeed, each of us vows to protect your life and health from harm, if ever any such power presents itself. We are assuming that neither foul play nor self-harm - nor some crazy 'early freezing' - were involved. We expect that you intend to eke out every minute of this life that your health and modern medicine can provide, as do nearly all of us. The topic here is only what happens after 'natural causes.' And whether you intend - as thousands do - for your remains to be entrusted to specialists who have made promises.

 

“Furthermore, we are assured that revealing the location and condition of a corpse is routinely done in a vast majority of burials and/or cremations today. There is no rational reason that yours – perhaps in a secure and guarded refrigeration crypt – should not be a matter of public record and/or historical/archaeological or even medical interest. Some folks may even visit yours as a shrine! Whatever others decide to do with the information is not something we care to even imagine. But if your intention is to keep the actual location secret – even (or especially) from your still-living heirs - then our offer stands. With plenty of time and incentives and out of sheer curiosity, we’ll find it. At which point, the NDA will kick in!

 

“That’s it. A mutually beneficial deal, taken from your book and your business dealings and personal practices. And we who are involved in offering you this deal will feel honor-bound to keep it. And you know that many people do believe in honor. Even if you never did. And we promise to urge others to keep the same deal. Assuming that you keep your side of the bargain.

 

“And now we’re done… except to remind you that crushing the dreams of a vast majority of human beings on this planet may not be the best way to ensure a safe and successful arrival at your desired, promised land of personal immortality.”

 

                == Take the deal, Don ==

Is this entire scenario likely? 

 

I could not possibly venture what the betting odds might be. Only that it is entirely consistent with the openly-stated thinking of the worm-tongues who now surround an impressionable old dementian. And we’re doing him a favor by getting him to reconsider and reexamine the ice-cold-voyage scenario that those Trump-whisperers have been offering him. 

 

There are implications that Moldbug (Yarvin) or Miller or Vance won’t have mentioned. And maybe Donald Trump ought to ponder them.* And consider perhaps sacrificing a little near-term power in exchange for future immortality. And then – through his early absence – allowing us to resume scientific  and social progress that are prerequisites for the kind of future on which his plans depend.

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*Or the South Park guys.