Judgement Day

JCJ on Judgement Day: Swords into Spaceships

Interior: Underground bunker. Dim lighting. JCJ stands in front of a world map littered with red pins. His voice is gravel, heavy with sorrow and hope. A single camera rolls.

JCJ (Joe Jukic):
"Every day I wake up and think—is this it? Is this the morning the sky turns white? Not with sunlight, but with fire. That Judgement Day we all grew up fearing… it's not fiction anymore. It’s a countdown. And the clock’s got a sick sense of humor."

He sighs, pacing slowly.

"I don’t care what side you’re on—East, West, Red, Blue. When the missiles launch, there’s no left or right. Just gone. No TikTok, no stock market, no second chances. Vaporized. The ultimate ‘log off.’ And for what? Ego? Land? Oil? A tweet?"

JCJ stops and stares directly at the camera.

"I look at Putin. I look at Trump. And yeah, I pray. Not to some preacher’s God—but to the part of them that’s still human. The little boy inside who once looked up at the stars and wondered. I hope they realize they could be more than destroyers. They could be builders."

He points up, toward the sky.

"Imagine this: instead of warheads, we launch space parts. Instead of swords, we build spaceships. The nuclear silos open, not for death, but for departure. We send our brightest, our best—Russian, American, whatever—upward. Together. A space ark. A second chance."

JCJ takes a breath, emotion rising.

"Call me naïve. Call me a dreamer. But I’d rather be mocked for hope than praised for cynicism. Because Judgement Day isn’t some future prophecy. It’s a choice. And I still believe—we can choose life."