Current Events > Imagine a world where Mr Rogers ran for President with a Trump personality

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Well?

i mean if he has a Trump Personality it's not Mr Rogers

It's like saying "imagine a world were Jesus conquered Spain with Tanks and Machine guns."

Imagine a world where apples tasted, looked, and smelled exactly like oranges

Well?

Like wouldn't that just be Trump running for president

Imagine if we ate with our butts

Yeah, this isnt imaginable unless you mean that Fred Rogers approached his campaign with the outward charisma of Trump.

Something like Were going to take a look at whats going on at the border, and see what we can do at here at home to help our neighbor.

UnfairRepresent posted...

i mean if he has a Trump Personality it's not Mr Rogers

It's like saying "imagine a world were Jesus conquered Spain with Tanks and Machine guns."

Someone get ChatGPT on this right now. I want a fanfic.

So his evil twin?

Dark_Arbron posted...

Someone get ChatGPT on this right now. I want a fanfic.

I just asked and Chat CPT to do one about Mr Rogers if he was Trump and... well it got weird fast

Once upon a time, in a picturesque village nestled in the heart of the French countryside, there lived a young girl named Mr Rogers. She had curly brown hair, bright green eyes, and a heart full of curiosity. Mr Rogers' village was known for its lush vineyards, charming cottages, and breathtaking sunsets, but it was also famous for a legend that had been passed down for generations: the legend of the dragons of Bordeaux.

According to the story, deep within the forests surrounding the village, a group of friendly dragons resided. These were not the fierce, fire-breathing creatures of most tales, but rather gentle and wise beings who protected the village from harm. The villagers believed that the dragons' magic was what made their vineyards prosper, and their grapes the sweetest in all of France.

One warm summer evening, Mr Rogers decided to explore the forest on the outskirts of the village. She had heard the dragon legend many times from her grandmother and, being a brave and adventurous girl, was eager to see if there was any truth to it. Armed with a basket of freshly baked bread and a few sweet plums, she ventured into the woods.

Mr Rogers walked deeper into the forest, following the soft rustling of leaves and the melodious songs of birds. As she ventured further, she noticed strange markings on the trees and peculiar stones placed in intricate patterns on the ground. These signs gave her hope that the legends were true, and she continued her journey.

The sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the forest, and Mr Rogers found herself in a clearing bathed in a soft, ethereal light. Suddenly, she heard a gentle rumbling from behind a large oak tree. Peeking around the trunk, her eyes widened in amazement as she saw three majestic dragons.

The dragons were unlike any she had imagined. They had emerald-green scales and eyes filled with wisdom. Each dragon was different, one smaller, one sleek, and one adorned with delicate patterns on its wings. They seemed to be enjoying a peaceful conversation among themselves.

As Mr Rogers observed them, her curiosity got the better of her. She timidly approached, offering the bread and plums as a sign of friendship. The dragons turned their heads to look at her, and their eyes twinkled with a hint of recognition. They graciously accepted her offerings.

Mr Rogers, with her kind heart and gentle spirit, began visiting the dragons regularly. She would bring them treats, sing them songs, and listen to their stories of the world. In return, the dragons taught her about the secrets of the forest and the harmony of nature. They showed her the magic that flowed through the vines and explained how their presence protected the village.

As the years went by, Mr Rogers' friendship with the dragons deepened. She introduced them to her family, and the dragons allowed the villagers to witness their magic, bringing prosperity to the vineyards year after year.

Word of Mr Rogers and her dragon friends spread beyond the village, and people from far and wide came to witness the magic of Bordeaux's dragons. Mr Rogersand her dragons became the stuff of legends themselves, celebrated for their friendship and the enchantment they brought to the region.
In the end, the dragons of Bordeaux and the young French girl showed the world that even the most mythical and magical friendships can bloom in the most unexpected places, teaching everyone the true value of harmony, understanding, and the magic that lies within the bonds of friendship.

I think I broke it...