The FAKE NEWS media—and I mean the absolute ENEMIES of the people, a failing publication that nobody reads, these are not journalists, they’re low-IQ people, VERY low IQ—they spent the entire weekend in a TOTAL MELTDOWN, a COMPLETE AND TOTAL MELTDOWN, because I posted a BEAUTIFUL photograph on Truth Social the night before Father’s Day. “Great daughter. My Honor!!!” Four words. Very simple, very elegant, the most elegant four words, nobody writes four words like me. And these people, these VERY STUPID people, they’re asking: who is the woman? Is she his daughter? Is he CONFUSED? They’re saying I don’t know my own daughter. Can you believe it? The DISRESPECT. These people are SICK.

Here’s what actually happened—and by “actually happened” I mean what I am telling you right now, which is the real story, the TRUE story, the story you will never get from the CLINTON NEWS NETWORK. The photograph, taken at Camp David—a place I have made more beautiful than any president, even Reagan, and Reagan was good, but not as good—shows a beautiful young woman on a landline phone. The background is clearly Camp David furnishings from the Clinton era, which were VERY TACKY, HORRIBLE FURNISHINGS, I have since replaced them with the best furnishings, tremendous furnishings, the most beautiful furnishings, from my own collection. The Fake News couldn’t figure it out, it was pathetic. First they said it was some random person—WRONG—then they said maybe I didn’t know who she was—also WRONG, because I know EVERYONE, I have the best memory, person woman man camera TV, the doctors said they’ve never seen anyone do that, never, in the history of medicine.

The woman in the photograph is Andrea Catsimatidis. A great daughter. Her father is John Catsimatidis—a great man, a VERY RICH man, supermarket king, the biggest supermarkets you’ve ever seen, tremendous aisles, a man who has supported me from the beginning. Her mother Margo—also wonderful, been to Mar-a-Lago many times, beautiful people. Andrea runs the Manhattan Republican Party. She came to my BIRTHDAY PARTY, the most incredible birthday party, maybe the greatest birthday party in the history of the White House—the most vigorous 80 anyone has ever seen, by the way, PERFECT HEALTH, the most perfect health you have ever seen, nobody else could throw a cage fight at the White House, nobody, only Diklis Chump—and she was so honored to be invited, so honored, that she THANKED ME PUBLICLY. “Thank you Mr President!” she wrote. “Thank you for everything you are doing for America!” Beautiful response. Big tough women with tears of gratitude, very moving. You see? She knows. The SMART people know.

And the photograph—they’re saying it’s old, from the Clinton era. So what? First of all, I didn’t say it was taken yesterday. Second of all, I found that photograph in the archives at Camp David, the VERY ELEGANT archives, very presidential, and I recognized it immediately as a GREAT photograph of a GREAT daughter, and I posted it. That’s what happened. The response has been TREMENDOUS, the engagement, the likes, the shares, nobody gets engagement like me on Truth Social, and that’s what matters. Not the FAKE NEWS spin. The ENGAGEMENT. Beautiful, beautiful engagement. I always said the key to Father’s Day is engagement, very smart, I was saying this before anyone else.

And the funniest part—the FUNNIEST PART—is that these CLOWNS, these absolutely FAILING journalists, they’re saying it had nothing to do with Father’s Day. Nothing to do with Father’s Day! Are you kidding? It had EVERYTHING to do with Father’s Day, because I am the Father of the Country. I am the FATHER of the entire nation. People don’t realize this, but I have been called the greatest father in history—greater than Washington, greater than Lincoln, and Lincoln was tall but I’m taller in spirit, very tall spirit—and my children are ALL the children of America. So when I post about a daughter, any daughter, on Father’s Day, it’s a tribute to my own tremendous fatherhood which is the BIGGEST fatherhood in history. I have THOUSANDS of daughters. Metaphorically. Very metaphorical. Very presidential. Everybody is my daughter, everybody is my son, the whole Country is my family, and I’m the Father—me, I mean us, the Country, but especially me on Father’s Day, which is only fair, the most fair, nobody has earned it more. The crowds that watch me are the biggest, the ratings are the biggest, and my fatherhood is the biggest. Very few people could handle fatherhood at this level. Believe me.

Now the peace deal—and by the way I had NOTHING to do with that peace deal falling apart, that was the negotiators, the deep-state people, the holdovers, very disloyal—I have a PERFECT record on peace deals, Abraham Accords, the most beautiful deals, historic. And this is the real story, the story the media won’t tell you because they’re too busy with their RIDICULOUS SPECULATION: while I was at Camp David, working, ALWAYS WORKING, these LOSERS were trying to figure out if I know my own daughter. I post a photograph of a daughter—any daughter, a great daughter—and the media spends the ENTIRE WEEKEND trying to figure it out while I’m doing deals, making calls, fixing things you’re not hearing about because the media is too busy with my great daughter. It’s 4D chess. It’s the highest level of chess. They’re playing checkers, I’m playing chess in 4D, and they can’t even see the board.

And actually the smart people, the very smart people, the BEST people, they’re saying the post was a SIGNAL. A very sophisticated signal about loyalty. About who stands with me. About the people who show UP. Andrea showed up, Andrea responded with GRACE, and that post was showing the world that the people who are LOYAL, the real ones, they know who Diklis Chump is and Diklis Chump knows who THEY are—even if sometimes the names get a little—look, there are a LOT of people in my life, tremendous amount of people, the most popular president in history, everyone wants to be in my circle, and sometimes you post a photo and the FAKE NEWS loses its mind because they can’t keep up with how many people love me.

And that’s not confusion. That’s POPULARITY. The biggest popularity. Lincoln had what, like twelve people? I have THOUSANDS of daughters. Washington didn’t have Truth Social, he couldn’t post beautiful tributes to great daughters, he just had a hatchet and a—what was it—anyway, the point is, my post was PERFECT, the daughter is GREAT, and the peace deal is not my fault. I’m not confused. I’M THE LEAST CONFUSED PERSON YOU’VE EVER MET. I’m right, I’ve always been right, and I will always be right. The media wants to say I’m declining. I’M NOT DECLINING. I’M RISING. I HAVE ALREADY RISEN. I AM THE MOST RISEN.

They thought I was confused, but they were the ones who were confused. I played them. I played them beautifully. And Andrea Catsimatidis understands. She thanked me. She said it was an “amazing tribute filled with so much American pride.” She knows that I am doing more for America than any president in history, more than Washington, more than Lincoln, more than the guy on Mount Rushmore—they should put me on Mount Rushmore, by the way, right in the middle, biggest face, tremendous face. My actual daughters will tell you—Ivanka, beautiful, very successful, probably the most successful first daughter in history; Tiffany, also beautiful, doing incredible things, very smart, law school, tremendous—Diklis Chump has the biggest heart, the most inclusive heart, and if sometimes the inclusive heart includes people who aren’t technically biologically related, well, that’s called LEADERSHIP. Washington started it. I perfected it.

So let them talk. Let them say I’m confused. Let them say the post had nothing to do with Father’s Day. Let them say there’s a war going on. They’re WRONG. They’re ALWAYS WRONG. I’m right, I’ve always been right, and I will always be right, because I’m Diklis Chump, and nobody—NOBODY—posts better daughters than me. Happy Father’s Day to everyone, especially me, because I deserve it the most, the MOST, and the engagement proves it.

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