The “F” stands for Fake.
MF.
A fitting title for a man who thinks a Peace Prize should be awarded for collecting dictators like baseball cards.
You think Putin is your friend?
Putin doesn’t have friends. He has assets, obstacles, and future obituaries.
To him, you’re that mosquito trapped inside the bedroom at 2 a.m.—loud, irritating, and one slap away from becoming a stain on the wall.
And then there’s China.
Not because they admire you.
Because somewhere, a team of scientists is desperate to discover how a brain can be simultaneously overused and underdeveloped.
You are living proof that confidence can survive without evidence.
It’s remarkable.
Engineers study structural failures.
Economists study market failures.
Historians now have you.
A one-man case study in how ego can achieve escape velocity while intelligence remains firmly grounded.
You wanted to make history.
Congratulations.
You did.
Just not in the chapter you were hoping for.
You’re filed somewhere between “avoidable mistakes” and “what were they thinking?”
Future generations won’t ask how you changed the world.
They’ll ask how the world let you keep trying.
That’s your legacy.
Not a Peace Prize.
A cautionary tale.
Corney Press 