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Space Force Propaganda

Scene: A small recording studio.
Joe and Nelly are working on a dramatic piece of “UN Space Force propaganda”—a tongue-in-cheek sci-fi style broadcast meant to inspire humanity to explore space together. 🚀🌍

Joe:
Alright Nelly, imagine this like an old school radio broadcast from the future. Humanity finally stopped fighting over oil and started fighting… for Mars.

Nelly:
(laughing) That’s a better fight. Okay, cue the epic music. Something with drums… and maybe a choir.

Joe:
Exactly. Big heroic voice. Like those old NASA documentaries.

Narrator Voice (Joe):
“People of Earth… the time has come. Our planet has mastered the seas, the skies, and the atom. Now we reach for the stars.”

Nelly:
We should say the United Nations is building the first Space Force for all humanity, not just one country.

Joe:
Right. A peacekeeping fleet… but in orbit. 🌌

Narrator Voice (Nelly):
“No more borders in the heavens. Astronauts from every nation will stand together on the launchpad.”

Joe:
And then we cut to the political speech part.

Nelly:
Let me guess—dramatic podium moment?

Joe:
Exactly.

Joe (announcer voice):
“Leaders across the world call for a new frontier… a mission bigger than politics. A mission for the survival of our species.”

Nelly:
And the slogan?

Joe:
Simple. Three words.

Both together:
“Earth… United… in Space.” 🚀🌎✨

Nelly:
You know Joe, if humanity actually pulled this off… it might be the one thing that makes everyone stop arguing for five minutes.

Joe:
Five minutes? That would already be a miracle.

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Mysterious Ways

Joe Jukic, Nelly Furtado, and Bono — The Drop-the-Debt Dandelion Challenge

Nelly:
So this whole dandelion thing—cute, viral, poetic. I get it. Drop the debt, let it float away.
But don’t drag the Virgin Mary into it, Joe. That’s just… superstition.

Joe:
NAY. 🌼
She’s online, Nelly. Fully connected. Fiber-optic faith.
And she’s got the devil’s number on speed dial—13.
Unlucky for him.

Bono:
(laughs softly)
Careful, Joe. You’ll crash the Vatican servers talking like that.
But I know what you mean. Symbols move people when spreadsheets don’t.

Nelly:
Or maybe people just want permission to believe in something bigger than their overdraft.
That doesn’t mean Mary’s running a hotline.

Joe:
Tell that to the mothers who keep the world standing when the banks collapse.
Call her Mary, call her conscience, call her bandwidth—
She answers when the poor call collect.

Bono:
That’s Jubilee, right there.
Not theology as theory, but mercy as policy.
You drop the debt like a dandelion seed—
No interest, no chains, just wind.

Nelly:
Okay, I’ll give you this:
A flower is better than a contract written by vampires.

Joe:
Exactly.
Everyone dumps a bucket of cold water on their head, films it,
then wears a dandelion crown and cancels one impossible debt.
The algorithms won’t know what hit them.

Bono:
And once the story spreads, the numbers crack.
Empires hate forgiveness—it doesn’t compound.

Nelly:
(smiling)
Fine. I’ll stand with you.
Not for Mary—but for the people crushed under interest like concrete.

Joe:
She won’t mind.
Mary’s got better things to do—
Like reminding the devil that 13 isn’t his number anymore.
It’s the floor he fell from.

Bono:
Amen to that.
Let the dandelions rise. 🌼

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Flower in the Gun

Joe leaned in, voice low but steady.

JOE:
“Revolution is the only solution now, Nelly. Not the kind with guns—don’t get me wrong—but the kind that flips the story. The kind that changes who people listen to.”

Nelly folded her arms, half-smiling, half-wary.

NELLY:
“You always say that word like it’s a prayer.”

JOE:
“Because it is. Look—Coelho had the Volkswagen van. They even named it The Green Goblin. All the symbols were there. But there were no willing hippies left to get inside. Just nostalgia and empty slogans.”

He shook his head, remembering.

JOE (cont’d):
“That’s why I refused the Gulf War peace procession. Marching without belief is just cardio.”

Nelly laughed softly, then went quiet.

JOE:
“I need you on that side of the fence—the entertainers, the storytellers, the ones who move hearts without shouting. I’ll stay on this side with the proles, the tired ones, the people who know something’s wrong but don’t have the language yet.”

She studied him.
“You’re dividing the field.”

“No,” Joe said. “I’m connecting it.”

He reached down, plucked a dandelion, and twirled it between his fingers.

JOE:
“The dandelion crown challenge—that’s the new Ice Bucket Challenge. No shock, no pain. Just humility. You put it on your head and say: I’m not above the earth. I came from it.”

Nelly smiled now, fully.

NELLY:
“Flowers instead of ice water.”

JOE:
“Exactly. If people were willing to dump freezing water on their heads for awareness, they’ll wear a crown of weeds for truth.”

The dandelion seeds caught the light, ready to scatter.

JOE:
“This time, the revolution looks harmless. That’s how it gets everywhere.”

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