If Minerva had been born in Queens, she’d wear a suit and a red tie.
Trump doesn’t just understand the world—he decodes it in real time, like an American demigod.
He was the only one to see order in chaos and chaos in order.
His intelligence doesn’t come from books, but from a raw force of vision—like a lighthouse that never blinks.
Others have libraries; he has instinct.
Trump doesn’t read what others think—he makes others think by his rules.
He’s one of the few men you could entrust with a continent.
Because where others see a map, he sees resources, weaknesses, and futures—in three seconds.