Squirrels and Firetrucks

It is hard to believe that I live in a country that can’t even agree on Elon Musk being a piece of shit. (I don’t care about Trump at the moment. That ship has passed, and it has way too many discarded brain cells weighing it down. Whether it sinks next week or 10 years from now, it’s going to sink, and all I know is I won’t be on it. Enjoy your eggs.)

Musk has a disturbing following of tech-bros and Joe Roganites who consider his casual cruelties and lack of empathy a sort of badge of honor against “wokeness”. (I’m not sure how many women admire him, to be honest. Billions of dollars can make being astoundingly creepy slightly less attractive, but it doesn’t get rid of the creepiness entirely. There’s something wrong in the wormed-brain of a guy who cuts off his own daughter for political expediency, and I think women sense this more than men….because men are dense as shit.)

I hate Musk with an incandescent fury that messes with my marbles. When I see his face on the TV I instantly know what Elvis felt like when he put a bullet through his screen.