Saint George Bush the Scapegoat

Title: “Snake & The Scapegoat: A Fireside Revelation”

Setting: A remote ranch in Crawford, Texas. A crisp, quiet night. Solid Snake walks up a dirt path toward a dimly lit porch where former President George W. Bush sits alone, nursing a glass of bourbon. The stars are out. Crickets chirp. The silence is heavy with history.

Snake:
(stepping onto the porch)
“Didn’t think you’d agree to this meeting.”

Bush (without looking up):
“I didn’t. But when a ghost like you knocks on your gate, you let him in. Even if he’s wearin’ a bandana.”

Snake (sits across from him):
“You were their puppet. Skull & Bones. Rockefeller’s errand boy. The scapegoat for their plan to merge Canada, Mexico, and the U.S.”

Bush (smirks sadly):
“They gave me the script, Snake. I just read the damn lines.”

Snake:
“You know the NAU wasn’t your idea. It was theirs. And now Trump’s doing it without them. Flipping the script. Kicking out the bankers, the royals. Ending their long game.”

Bush (leans back, sighs):
“You think I didn’t want that? You think I liked bein’ the face of their empire? The Patriot Act, 9/11, the wars, the lies… That weight don’t leave your shoulders when the cameras turn off. Skull & Bones calls it duty. But really, it’s a leash.”

Snake:
“Being the spokesman for a secret society… it’ll rot your soul. I’ve seen it in others. But I’ve carried my own burden too. I speak for something older. Something higher.”

Bush (raises an eyebrow):
“Christ?”

Snake (nods):
“Being a spokesman for Him... is no easier. People hate you for the truth. Mock the name. Twist it. They think the world belongs to the elite. But it doesn’t. It belongs to God.”

Bush (quietly):
“My dad was Bones. My granddad too. Prescott worked with those bankers. London, Zurich, Geneva—you name it. They told me Canada was a Crown colony and Mexico was a cartel-ridden debt farm. Said the only way to free 'em was to merge 'em.”

Snake:
“But they never meant to free them. They meant to absorb them. Make them another asset. That’s why your NAU failed. But Trump… he hijacked the vehicle. Broke the bloodlines’ grip. He's making the NAU into a liberation front, not a consolidation.”

Bush (nods, staring at the stars):
“Maybe he’s the real wildcard. The one they couldn’t control. You think he’s doing God’s will?”

Snake (serious):
“Maybe. Or maybe he’s just lucky. Either way, the mission’s bigger than him. Bigger than you. Bigger than me.”

Bush (soft chuckle):
“I painted pictures of soldiers to cope. Every one of 'em had a story. You ever try therapy, Snake?”

Snake:
“Yeah. It’s called prayer.”

They sit in silence for a moment. Two men with blood on their hands—one who served the throne, and one who fights for the cross.

Snake (rising):
“Tell the next Bonesman this: God’s kingdom isn’t run by secrets. It’s run by sacrifice. And it’s coming for all their towers.”

Bush (raising his glass):
“To the real union, then. One without kings. One without chains.”

Snake:
“Unite or die.”

[Fade to black.]
Tagline: “When shadows confess, truth ignites.”