Mar-a-Lago Under Siege
Far away, in the storm-ravaged remains of Florida, Mar-a-Lago was in full meltdown—both literally and figuratively. Security footage showed waves crashing against the once-grand estate, wind howling through shattered windows.
Inside, Trump paced furiously, his face red with frustration. The numbers on the screen didn’t make sense.
"This has to be fake news," he muttered, stabbing a stubby finger at his ancient phone.
“$4.44 CAD = $1 USD” flashed on every financial ticker.
The Canadian dollar had skyrocketed overnight—wiping out American economic dominance in a single stroke. Wall Street was in freefall. New York banks were shutting down. The U.S. Federal Reserve had just declared an emergency meeting… in Ottawa.
Outside, the ground groaned. The manicured golf course now resembled a battlefield, a massive crack splitting it in two. It wasn’t just the storm—it was the weight of economic collapse.
Trump stormed onto the fractured green, barely hearing the chaotic reports pouring in from Washington:
- The U.S. Treasury Secretary had resigned.
- Montana and North Dakota had petitioned to join Canada.
- Tim Hortons stock had quadrupled.
- Americans were offering to mow lawns for maple syrup.
"Get the helicopter!" Trump barked into his phone.
Silence.
The Secret Service was gone. Reports said they had fled to Toronto.
He teetered on the edge of the chasm, fists clenched, the salty wind whipping through his hairpiece.
"This can’t be happening!" he roared.
But somewhere, on the gleaming screens of Toronto’s new Wall Street North, the Canadian stock market flashed green.
All hell had broken loose.
And Canada?
Canada was just getting started.