British James Bond

Pierce Brosnan & Joe: The Time Travel Bond Conspiracy

Scene: A dimly lit bar. Pierce Brosnan sips a martini, looking across the table at Joe, who leans in with a serious expression.

Pierce Brosnan: So let me get this straight, Joe—you think James Bond should be Canadian and a time-traveling assassin hunting Illuminati bloodlines?

Joe: Damn right, Pierce. I was born in British Columbia. That’s got British right in the name. Close enough. If Scotland can claim Connery, Canada can claim me.

Pierce (chuckling): Canada already has a spy—Dudley Do-Right.

Joe (rolling his eyes): That’s a cartoon mountie! I’m talking about a real Bond. One who doesn’t just take orders from MI6, but goes back in time to hunt Illuminati bloodline psychopaths like Ted Bundy.

Pierce: Ted Bundy? The serial killer?

Joe: The Illuminati serial killer. You ever hear of the Bundy Illuminati bloodline? One of the 13 ruling families. He wasn’t just some psycho—he was a chosen psycho.

Pierce (raising an eyebrow): And where does time travel come into this?

Joe: Tesla. The man built a time machine in 1931. That’s why he was on the cover of Time magazine that year. Not because he was an electrical wizard—because he cracked time itself.

Pierce (scoffs, sipping his martini): And where’s this machine now?

Joe (leaning in, lowering his voice): Some say the U.S. government has it. Others say the Vatican. But here’s the thing, Pierce—Psalm 31 talks about time.

Pierce (frowning): The Bible? What does that have to do with Tesla?

Joe (pulling out his phone, scrolling): Psalm 31:15—“My times are in your hands; deliver me from the hands of my enemies.”

Pierce (staring at him): So you’re telling me Bond should use Tesla’s time machine to… what? Stop Bundy?

Joe: Not just Bundy. Skull and Bones. Yale. 19th century. I go back, stop their secret society pipeline before it even begins. No Bush dynasty. No CIA MKUltra. No Epstein network. Bond versus the real puppet masters.

Pierce (exhales, rubbing his temple): You know, Bond has crossed paths with Skull and Bones before…

Joe (grinning): Thunderball, 1965. The Spectre meeting. Dark, secretive, numbered chairs. That was Skull and Bones. Fleming knew. He worked in British intelligence—he was warning us.

Pierce (pausing, considering this): You think Ian Fleming based Spectre on Skull and Bones?

Joe: It’s not even a theory—it’s obvious. The whole Bond vs. Spectre story is just a thinly veiled battle between free nations and the real-world elites pulling the strings. That’s why Tesla’s time machine is key. With it, Bond could go back and erase them before they sink their claws into the world.

Pierce (nodding slowly): Okay, I’ll bite. Say you had a time machine—where would you start?

Joe (without hesitation): Skull and Bones. Yale. Late 1800s. I’d delete the CIA’s secret society pipeline before it ever started. No Bush dynasty. No MKUltra. No Bundy Illuminati bloodline.

Pierce (sipping his drink, smirking): You know… the more I listen to you, the more I think—this might be the best Bond film never made.

Joe (grinning): And here’s the kicker—Mike Myers knew about time travel too.

Pierce (laughing): Oh, come on, Joe. You’re dragging Austin Powers into this?

Joe (dead serious): Mike Myers comes from the Mayer Rothschild bloodline. One of the original banking families running the world. You think it’s a coincidence he put a time machine in The Spy Who Shagged Me?

Pierce (chuckling, but intrigued): You’re saying Austin Powers was revealing real-world time travel?

Joe: That’s exactly what I’m saying. They hide the truth in comedy so people ignore it. Look at The Spy Who Shagged Me—Dr. Evil’s entire plan is about stealing mojo through time. What if that’s a metaphor for the elites using Tesla’s lost time machine to manipulate history? To keep their power locked in while the rest of us stay in the dark?

Pierce (raising an eyebrow): So Myers was… what? Exposing them? Mocking them?

Joe (smirking): Maybe a little of both. Ever notice how Dr. Evil acts like a joke, but he’s really the power behind everything? The joke’s on us. Meanwhile, Tesla’s lost time machine is probably locked away in a Rothschild vault.

Pierce (sighs, shaking his head): So let me get this straight. Bond, Tesla, Skull and Bones, the Bundy Illuminati bloodline, and now Austin Powers—it’s all connected?

Joe (nodding, sipping his drink): And when I get my hands on that time machine, I’m going back to stop them before they ever rise.

Pierce (smirking, lifting his glass): Joe… if you ever do get that time machine, let me know. I’d love to see how this plays out.

They clink glasses. Fade to black.

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Marija’s Love For Brad Pitt

Marija sighs, her fingers scrolling through an old tabloid article about Brad Pitt’s latest custody battle. “Joe, you need to let go of the past. Brad’s a good man. He’s not drinking anymore, and he deserves weekends with his kids.”

Joe, leaning back in his chair, crosses his arms. “Mom, BP abandoned East Van when we needed him the most. When things got real, he ran off to his Hollywood fortress. That’s not what a leader does.”

Marija shakes her head. “People make mistakes. He’s trying to redeem himself.”

Joe, also known in the online world as Solid Snake, exhales sharply. “You think I don’t want to believe that? But it’s not about what he wants. It’s about what he did. A man’s legacy is written in his worst moments, not his best.”

Marija puts a hand on his arm. “Then give him a chance to change that legacy.”

Joe looks away, his jaw tightening. “That’s why I put the UN beret on him. Like the medal the Cowardly Lion gets in The Wizard of Oz. Maybe if he wears it long enough, he’ll start believing he has courage.”

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Harry Potter’s Imperium

Scene: The opulent Vatican office. The Young Pope sits behind his desk, his piercing gaze fixed on Daniel Radcliffe, who fidgets slightly in his chair.

The Young Pope: (leaning back, steepling his fingers) Mr. Radcliffe, I watched Imperium last night. A fascinating performance. You’ve mastered the art of inhabiting a character, haven’t you?

Daniel Radcliffe: (smiling nervously) Thank you, Your Holiness. It was a challenging role, but one I felt was important. Exposing the dangers of white supremacy, you know?

The Young Pope: (leaning forward, tone sharp) Exposing, yes. But did you consider what might be… rekindled?

Daniel Radcliffe: (frowning) Rekindled?

The Young Pope: (gesturing vaguely) The minds of the lost are like dry tinder, Mr. Radcliffe. You infiltrated their world, embodied their rage, their symbols, their language. And in doing so, you became… convincing. Too convincing.

Daniel Radcliffe: (defensive) That wasn’t the intention. The film was meant to show the ugliness of that ideology, to make people think.

The Young Pope: (smirking) Think, yes. And yet, here we are. Reports are reaching me of young men in Craig Cobbsville—wherever that forsaken place is—discussing your performance with reverence.

Daniel Radcliffe: (aghast) Reverence?

The Young Pope: (nodding solemnly) They’ve turned your performance into a rallying cry. “A thousand years in Craig Cobbsville,” they say. A utopia, apparently. A dystopia, in truth.

Daniel Radcliffe: (shaking his head) That’s… that’s insane.

The Young Pope: (leaning in, voice dropping) Insanity, Mr. Radcliffe, is not as distant from reality as we like to believe. You tried to unmask them, but in their twisted minds, you’ve become a prophet.

Daniel Radcliffe: (defiantly) But, I am the chosen one!

The Young Pope: (raising an eyebrow, amused) Chosen for what, exactly? To lead them to their own destruction?

Daniel Radcliffe: (insistent) No, I mean—I was chosen to fight hate, to expose it!

The Young Pope: (leaning back) And yet, they follow you now, don’t they? Not as a man who exposed their hate, but as one who embodied it.

Daniel Radcliffe: (desperately) But, I am the chosen one!

The Young Pope: (smiling faintly) So you keep saying. But chosen by whom? God? Fate? Or the algorithm of modern media, which cares only for the loudest, most provocative voices?

Daniel Radcliffe: (frustrated) I was chosen by my convictions! By the need to do what’s right!

The Young Pope: (with a sly grin) Convictions are admirable, Mr. Radcliffe. But as you’ve seen, even the chosen one can be misinterpreted.

Daniel Radcliffe: (firmly) But, I am the chosen one!

The Young Pope: (with mock gravitas) Then act like it.

Daniel Radcliffe: (blinking) What?

The Young Pope: (standing, towering over him) You’ve declared yourself the chosen one, Mr. Radcliffe. Then embrace the burden. Go to Craig Cobbsville. Speak to these people. Show them the truth. Prove that the chosen one can lead not just with words, but with action.

Daniel Radcliffe: (hesitating) But what if I fail?

The Young Pope: (placing a hand on his shoulder) Then you will have failed as the chosen one. But at least you’ll have tried. And in the eyes of God, that may be enough.

Daniel Radcliffe: (nodding slowly) I’ll do it.

The Young Pope: (smiling enigmatically) Good. And remember, Mr. Radcliffe, the chosen one is not defined by their title, but by their deeds.

Daniel Radcliffe: (quietly, to himself) But I am the chosen one…

The Young Pope: (chuckling as he turns away) So you keep saying.

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