Let the Musk-Trump Battle Begin!
This is going to be so much fun!
My Dear Friends,
The day has finally come. We all knew it would arrive eventually, but now it's finally here:
The so-called "bromance" between Donald John Trump and Elon Reeve Musk has concluded, and now, rather than retreating from politics to attempt to save his overrated car company, as he vowed to do, the world's wealthiest man-child has instead now turned his social media guns on his former “boss.”
Musk has now:
Called for Trump's impeachment
Accused him of being in the Epstein files
Urged the formation of a new political party
And reminded Republicans that Trump will be gone in 3.5 years while Musk himself will be around for 40 more
Who really owns the Republican Party at this point? And how many current office-holders and denizens of Right-Wing World are smart enough to know when to pivot?
Who on the Right will remain loyal to Trump, their master for a decade now, and who will see the grand opportunity to butter their bread at the feet of our future Overlord of Mars?
Honestly, at this point, just roll the dice. Place your bets on who picks which team.
All of these people who have gotten this deep into the Trump personality cult lack the intellectual rigor to assess the situation with any rationality—or to realize that, in jumping to Musk, they’re only shifting to another cult. They're all just flying on emotions and narrow self-interest; thus, they lack the moral and ethical intelligence to weigh the probable outcomes of complex situations.
Editorial Note: I think they also lack the motivation to do all that. It's hard to think! Much easier to adopt someone else's stale, hateful ideology. SS
If these politicians and talking heads currently stuck between Musk and Trump possessed basic smarts guided by conventional morality, then they wouldn't be in the situation to begin with. They would have made the realization that most of the country made back in 2015: that Trump is a career con man who has no principles and cannot be trusted on anything; that he will sell out anyone for a quick buck or an enthusiastic handjob.
“Bring your own tweezers,” Thoth adds.
Back in November, shortly after Trump's electoral triumph, I made a prediction, or rather, I channeled the prophetic wisdom of an ancient Egyptian deity:
For those who think you have better things to do than read the above excellent piece of occult satire, the position I argued—largely against my will, as with today’s entry—was that we would all survive this wannabe-authoritarian regime by laughing our way through it.
Thoth, god of wisdom, writing, magic, and expletives, takes great delight in the joke, as one of his most effective and versatile of his many inventions. He whispers to note that he even came up with the concept of an “invention.”
And as he revealed to me previously, he engineered the Trump reelection for this purpose—because, in his exact words, "it would be fuckin' funny as hell."
And now, to an extent clearer than every before, this is coming to pass in real time. Two of the world's most powerful men—not the most powerful, as genocidal Russian warlord Vladimir Putin is likely involved on both ends, playing each side—are now in a global pissing match, aiming their streams at each other to blast with everything they've got.
I mean, come on, now.
The world's wealthiest man has just accused the president of being a sexual predator cavorting with one of history's most horrifying human traffickers. He's calling for the president’s impeachment and the formation of a new political party.
I'm having a hard time thinking of what could be more entertaining than this.
“Oh, you’ll fuckin’ find out soon enough!” Thoth interrupts. “I’m just getting started. This is just dippin’ your fuckin’ toe in the water. Prepare to fuckin’ dive in, bitches!”
I’m sorry. I really don’t know why he insists on swearing so much. He probably thinks that’s funny, too.
My friends, I invite you to join me, relax for a moment, take a hit of this bowl of Azul Indica weed I've packed for you, pull out the Americone Dream ice cream (there’s one in our freezer with your name on it), and just enjoy yourself for a bit.
Stop with the political arguing and the worrying and the obsessing over what the new thing is they're talking about on CNN or Fox. You wanted a reality-TV presidency, America? Now you're getting it.
Except here, there are no rules.
Felons become president and send innocent men to indefinite incarceration in concentration camps in El Salvador.
A ketamine-addled oligarch addicted to impregnating as many right-wing influencers as possible can buy a whole political party. Bribes now take place openly, even when they are done by Muslim Brotherhood-backing authoritarian monarchies in the Middle East, peddling $400 million planes that nobody needs nor wants to buy. (BTW: FUCK QATAR!)
Do you get it now, Americans? There ArE No FuCkInG RuLes.
Rule of Law? It's fucking fantasy.
Your precious "constitutional rights?" A collective shared hallucination.
The Business of America is Business, and everything is for sale here, even our federal government and the souls of human beings.
This may seem very upsetting at first. That's understandable. I’ve been there, too. The amount of evil in the world is overwhelming once you begin to fully process it. The right mixture of drugs will help.
And that's why you have to laugh at it to survive. You have two demon-possessed billionaires who are now locked in ideological, political, cultural Mortal Kombat, the entities controlling them guided into conflict by angelic forces which I summoned and directed. You're all very welcome.
Oh, I'm sorry—I slipped into writing in Thoth's voice again. He can do that to me from time to time. It's pretty funny, isn't it?
No, not really. Nothing is funny compared to seeing Musk accuse Trump of being a sex criminal—on a whole new level beyond what he did to E. Jean Carroll.
Thoth assures me that this is just the appetizer he’s offering us. This is a multi-course meal for America, and each bite will be more delicious than the last.
