Trump's 2025 Inauguration Speech "I had many Dreams"

*Trumps inauguration speech leaked early*

Trump's 2025 Inauguration Speech _ I had many Dreams
By Donald J.

Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed dignitaries, and those of you tuning in from your parents’ basements because, let’s be honest, you don’t have jobs: welcome to the greatest inauguration speech ever. Bigger than Lincoln’s, better than Kennedy’s, and—this is important—100% more coherent than Joe Biden’s. Believe me, folks, we’re making history today. Again.

Four years ago, I stood before the American people—well, actually, I stood in Mar-a-Lago on hole nine with a Diet Coke and a classified map of Iran’s nuclear sites—and I said, “We’re coming back.” They laughed. They doubted. They said, “Donald, you can’t just will your way back to the presidency.” But look at us now. We’re here. You’re here. I’m here. And Trump$, the cryptocurrency that will redefine global finance, is definitely here. Available now, by the way. Very stable coin. Tremendous coin.

They said it couldn’t be done. They said it was over. But let me tell you something: no one comes back like Trump. Not Elvis, not Lazarus, not even the McRib. I’m back, folks, and this time, I brought Trump$. Invest today! You’ll thank me later when you’re buying Greenland condos with your winnings.

No, seriously, CNN, are you still here? I told you to leave. You’re fake news. To the Supreme Court Justices in attendance: I haven’t forgotten about that little appointment fiasco, but it’s okay—your jobs are safe if you invest in Trump$.

Some of you might be celebrating today in honour of a guy who had a dream. You know the one—a dream about equality and holding hands and all that lovely stuff. Well, folks, let me tell you something: you’re thinking too small. Because today, I top that. Not with just one dream, but with several dreams. Big, beautiful dreams. American dreams. Dreams so big they make Martin Luther King’s look like a pamphlet. And these dreams, my friends, aren’t just about unity—they’re about greatness. Trump greatness.

I had a dream last night. A big, beautiful dream. And like all great dreams, it started with me—your favourite president—standing in a golden palace, surrounded by my sons, Don Jr. and Eric, counting bars of gold like Scrooge McDuck. Ivanka was… well, we’ll keep that private. Dreams, folks. They’re personal.

In this dream, the world was perfect. Elon Musk had bought MSNBC and replaced Rachel Maddow with Steve Bannon’s chalkboard lessons on the “globalist agenda.” The January 6 patriots—who I will pardon faster than Hunter Biden can misplace a laptop—were freed and formed the first all-American, Trump-loving militia of golf course security guards.

This dream continued. In my dream, America is a paradise. Social Security? Privatized and run by the Trump Organization. Greenland? Ours. Elon Musk? Tragically gone in a Tesla autopilot accident, leaving me as the sole beneficiary of his billions.
That’s right, folks. I dreamed Elon’s last will and testament read: “All my assets go to the only man I’ve ever truly admired—Donald J. Trump.” And with those billions, I’ll do what Elon could never do: make Twitter great again.

But the dream didn’t stop there. I dreamt of the day when every single American eats Big Macs for dinner and counts them as vegetables. When dissenters mysteriously jump out of 18th-story windows, and no one bats an eye. When we replace the Constitution with something simpler, something easier to remember: “What Would Trump Do?”

Let me be clear: this administration is all about America First. And by America, I mean me. We’re going to privatise Social Security, Medicare, and probably oxygen. And where will the funds go? Straight into Trump$! I’m the only president in history who truly understands the stock market because, let’s be honest, I invented insider trading.

We’re going to bring jobs back—jobs for Americans to serve other Americans who serve my companies. And speaking of jobs, I’ve got a special message for my Cabinet: thank you for being here, especially after the Senate hearings revealed what fine, upstanding characters you all are. (Ben Carson, if you’re watching, you’re still fired.)

Now, some people will say, “Mr. President, isn’t it wrong to promote your own cryptocurrency at an official inauguration speech?” To which I say: “Wrong? Wrong is what CNN does every day!” Trump$ is not just a currency; it’s a movement. A movement for freedom, prosperity, and the kind of wealth that only I can bring. It’s like Bitcoin, but with a face you trust—mine.

I have yet another dream, folks. A dream where Americans come together—white, Black, Hispanic, and even people from New Jersey—to agree that I’m the greatest president who ever lived. A dream where the Constitution is replaced with a very simple rule: “What Would Trump Do?” WWTD, folks. Put it on a bracelet.

Now, let’s talk about the wall. Yes, we built it. It was beautiful. The Rolls-Royce of walls. Everyone said, “Mr. Trump, this wall is incredible.” But I’ll admit it, folks: it wasn’t enough. The wall was thinking too small. We need bigger thinking. This time, I’m going to build something so massive, so tremendous, it will make the Great Wall of China look like a picket fence.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce the Trump Dome. That’s right, a giant dome, made of steel, gold, and maybe just a little diamond, because why not? It will cover the entire United States of America. Every square inch. Coast to coast, from Maine to Maui. NASA will see it shining from Jupiter. And yes, there’ll be a 50-foot neon sign that says ‘No Globalists Allowed. No more borders, no more leaks. And it’s going to have state-of-the-art, Trump-branded air filtration systems. We’re keeping out the undesirables, the pests, the freeloaders, and, most importantly, the globalists. No one gets in unless I say so.

You know, Elon Musk came to me and said, “Mr. President, this dome idea, it’s genius. Only you could think of something so bold.” And I said, “Elon, you’re right. And when it’s done, it’s going to have a big, beautiful plaque that says Made in America.”

Speaking of Made in America, let me tell you what’s coming back in style: tariffs. Beautiful, tremendous tariffs. I’m talking tariffs so big that no one will even think about making anything outside the USA. Shoes? Made here. Phones? Made here. Those little flags you wave at parades? Made right here, folks. The era of outsourcing is over.

And if you don’t like it? Tough luck. We’re going to tariff everything coming in until the only thing left in American stores is American products, made by American hands. And guess what? Those hands are going to be paid in Trump$, the most stable, tremendous cryptocurrency in history. Because when you buy American, you’re not just buying a product—you’re buying a piece of the Trump legacy.

And one of my dreams—let me tell you, it was tremendous—was that my sons became oligarchs. Yes, powerful, untouchable kings of industry, wealth, and influence. Don Jr. ruling Wall Street. Eric controlling energy. And Ivanka… well, let’s just say she’ll be managing more than handbags. In this dream, the Democrats’ sons—those sad, latte-drinking, Tesla-driving failures—worked for the sons of sons of my sons. Generations of servitude. It’s poetic, folks. The ultimate payback for years of their whining and losing. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

And to those woke liberals who say, “Mr. Trump, this is crazy! This is tyranny!” I say, “Wrong!” This is not tyranny. This is greatness. And if you don’t like it, you can leave—oh wait, you can’t. The dome will keep you in.

We’re going to the moon again, folks. Not for science, but to plant a Trump flag so big you can see it from Earth. We’re going to take over Mars, too. Elon promised, but I’ll deliver. And when we do, it’ll be with ships powered by Trump$.

So here’s the deal, folks. We’re going to build the dome, bring back tariffs, and make America the most self-sufficient, self-obsessed, self-congratulatory country on the planet. And when I’m done, the history books will say, “There was America Before Trump, and there was America After Trump.”

And finally, I dream of the day when we are all truly free. Free from the woke mob, the fake news, and the tyranny of facts. Free to say “Merry Christmas” in July if we want to. Free to buy a bucket of KFC without the government telling us to eat a salad. Free to love our country—and, more importantly, me.

So let’s do it, folks. Let’s make America great again—again. Let’s invest in Trump$. Let’s rewrite history, one tweet at a time. And let’s remember that together, under my leadership, we’re not just building a nation—we’re building an empire.

And to those folks still in your basements—because you still don’t have jobs—buy some Trump$ and break free!

I am and remain the greatest President, the best President, the only President you should ever care about.

Thank you, God bless you, and God bless the Trump$!