DONNIE ORDERS EVACUATION AFTER GRANDMA GOES ROGUE: A Tale of Two Spray Cans, 1,600 Policemen, and One Very Embarrassed Superpower
So we're moving the bombers. Moving them fast. Fastest move ever. Nobody's ever moved bombers like this. We had to. Because the CIA, great people, the best, they came to me, tears in their eyes, big strong men, and they said, 'Sir, there's a threat. An imminent threat. A dangerous, dangerous person.' I said, who? Iran? China? Russia? And they said, 'Sir... an 87-year-old grandmother.' I said, wow. Wow. That's a tough cookie. Very tough. Tougher than Biden. Tougher than Macron, that I can tell you.
So she bought two cans of spray paint. Two! Not one. Two. That's premeditation. That's a plan. That's a strategy. And she wanted to write on our bombers — our beautiful bombers, the most beautiful bombers, they've never looked better — she wanted to write 'Fuck Israel' or 'Nazis Go Home.' We don't know which. We're not sure. Could be both. Could be neither. Very complicated. Very sophisticated. We're looking into it.
And the UK — I love the UK, great people, great king, wonderful, very stylish — but we gave them all the information. All of it. Everything. And MI6, very smart, very deadly, they went to arrest her. Or kill her. We're not sure which. It's a gray area. A big gray area. And you know what happened? She scaled an eight-foot wall. Eight feet! Jumped on a roof. And vanished. Poof. Gone. Into the night. Like a ghost. Like a very old, very dangerous, spray-paint ghost.
And now the police chief — nice guy, not a winner, but nice — he says 1,600 policemen are on the trail. 1,600! Hot on the trail. Very hot. Burning hot. And no luck. None. Zero. They can't find her. She's out there. Somewhere. With the cans. Possibly two cans. Possibly one. We don't know.
So we had to move the bombers. We had to. Better safe than sorry. We're winning, but we're not stupid. We're moving them to a place she can't reach. A place with no walls. No roofs. No grandmas. Total control. We have total control. And when we find her — and we will find her — she's gonna say, 'Sir, I'm sorry.' And I'll say, too late, grandma. Too late. We're winning. Thank you.