“What President Trump Meant When He Said ‘I’m the Boss!’ at G7”

“President Trump elicited laughter from leaders at the Group of Seven (G7) summit in France when he walked into a meeting Wednesday morning and declared, “I’m the boss.” – Davis, Sarah, June 17th, 2026,  “Trump on arrival at G7 meeting” ‘I’m the boss’ – The Hill

“I know you all hate me, so I’m just going to lean into the curve.”

“I hate you too.”

“I’m engaging in positive self-affirmation.”

“I’m very insecure.”

“I’m deeply jealous over the fact that Elon Musk just became the world’s first trillionaire.”

“The 2020 election was stolen!”

“Fake News!”

“SAD!”

“Wrong!”

“I made Iran my bitch!”

“I love the inflation.”

“I don’t care about the midterms.”

“I know I’m going to be impeached a third time.”

“Probably a fourth time too.”

“I’m doing everything in my power to blatantly horde as much wealth and power as humanly possible during my dwindling time in office, and on the planet Earth.”

“I don’t want to be here.”

“I don’t care about any of this.”

“I want my smartphone.”

“I want to impose tariffs on all of you.”

“I want my mommy.”

“I want my daddy.”

“I want my Roy Cohn.”

“I want my first wife.”

“I want my second wife.”

“I want my third/current wife.”

“Wait, no I don’t.”

“I want any one of my many mistresses/accusers.”

“I want to mow the patch of grass on my golf estate that holds the remains of my first wife.”

“I want more tax breaks like the one that enabled for me.”

“I want my kids. What? They don’t want me?”

“Then I want to skip Don Jr.’s wedding a second time!”

“I want my older brother, Fred, who died alone in a hospital bed while I decided to go to the movies.”

“I want a hug from my daddy, who never gave me one while he was still alive. That would have prevented all of this.”

“I want to suspend the Constitution.”

“I want to impose martial law.”

“I want to shoot peaceful protestors in the legs.”

“I want to dissolve G7.”

“I want to dissolve the United Nations.”

“I want to dissolve NATO.”

“I want to deny Ukraine membership in the European Union.”

“I want to replace G7 with something of my own creation that is essentially the same thing, but branded with my name.”

“I want to grant membership in that organization to China, Russia, and North Korea.”

“I want to enable sweetheart deals with enemies to the United States, foreign and domestic, simply because they have sworn fealty to me.”

“I want to go to Walter Reed National Military Medical Center again to be seen by another team of twenty-two medical specialists.”

“I want to ace another cognitive exam in an effort to feel good about myself.”

“I want to be able to stay awake in public.”

“I want to be capable of walking in a straight line.”

“I want these bruises on my hands to go away.”

“I want my ballroom.”

“I want my archway.”

“I want my forty-two-story presidential library in Miami.”

“I want revenge.”

“I want to be liked.”

“I will die in office before Congress has a chance to remove me from it.”

“I will probably die from a rage-induced stroke or heart attack on one of the thirty-five toilets in the White House while posting on Truth Social. Much like Elvis, I will be a king who dies on the throne.”  

“I want insurance that my corpse won’t be desecrated, and my grave won’t be defiled.”

“I don’t want a windmill within twenty miles of my final resting place.”

“I want to lie down. I don’t feel so good…”