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Elon Musk is basically Otto from A Fish Called Wanda—thinks he’s a genius, but the moment he’s challenged, he shouts "Apes don't read philosophy!"

Nothing says rugged individualism like hoarding $40B in handouts while gutting services for needy veterans. The cruelty isn’t a flaw, it’s the strategy.

The Trumpioid crisis runs deep in rural America. No matter how much his policies hurt them, the withdrawal symptoms of reality seem worse.

Now, another trade war is coming. Will it test their loyalty—or just deepen the addiction?

So now we’re doing reverse carpetbagging—abandoning major economic hubs because they’re too immigrant-friendly? Bold strategy.

Nothing says "Small Business Administration" like making it harder for small biz to access resources.

Next up: relocating Wall Street to a strip mall in rural Alabama.

So DOGE cut off electricity, internet, and security systems for U.S. employees in high-risk areas… but found $25K for a personal washer & dryer in DC?

Priorities.

Can’t fund security, but can fund laundry. Can’t pay for USAID, but can pay for vibes. Anyone feeling safer yet?

Imagine blaming the "woke mob" for your business failing instead of… bad beer, bad branding, and a CEO who never served.

Turns out, empty patriotism + grift isn't a sustainable business model. Who could’ve guessed? (Besides the ivory tower elites whose intelligence is slightly above the mean.)

So we almost spent $400M in taxpayer money on armored Teslas? Who exactly was planning to roll into battle, a tech billionaire Fast & Furious cosplay?

Meanwhile, teachers are buying their own supplies, and infrastructure projects move at the speed of dial-up internet.

“Don’t ever let anyone tell you that what you see with your own eyes isn’t happening.” Hits different in 2024.

We are constantly being told not to trust what’s in front of us—whether it’s politics, media, or daily life. How do you push back when gaslighting is everywhere?

Bold of you to assume the bots won’t simply follow you via Neuralink hijacking, patiently waiting outside airport security, whispering ‘But what about Hunter’s laptop?

Occasionally, sure—like sparring with a friend. But most online arguments aren’t fencing; they’re two raccoons in a dumpster, shrieking over the same moldy hot dog.

Escaping Facebook is like leaving a cursed village in a horror movie—you don’t realize how much it was warping your brain until you step outside and feel the weight lift. Welcome to the land of the (mostly) sane!

It’s almost as if he plans to turn the US into a police state. But don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll police themselves just fine.

And just when I was thinking of becoming a Husker. I suppose I’ll keep my health and my regrets elsewhere.

They say you shouldn’t put all your eggs in one basket. But if you can only afford one egg, does that mean you’re already doomed?