Trump Vs Musk

Trump and Musk are slugging it out in the alley, two busted-up drunks who once shared a bottle but now want to crack it over each other’s skulls. It’s a damn shame, ‘cause these two, for all their scumbag scars and snake-oil swagger, were the sharpest switchblades against the midwit, egocentric, hyperbolic sludge of our culture—those sanctimonious types who’d sell their souls for a viral tweet while preaching from their soapboxes. Ain’t saying Trump and Musk are saints. Hell, I can picture ‘em both doing the kind of low-down, dirty deeds that’d make a barfly blush. But in a world knee-deep in Norman Bates vibes—progressives ready to stab you in the shower with their woke daggers—Fred C. Dobbs looks like a choirboy. We’re stuck in the muck, folks, so pick your poison: the fast death or the slow, soul-rotting kind. Or maybe chug both and see if they cancel each other out in this crazy, mixed-up sewer of a world.