Boycott Tesla. Boycott Starlink. Boycott X blueticks. Cancel your uber drives if they're Tesla. Peaceful non-cooperation movement against Trump-Musk regime.
Witness, if you will, a man who has built an empire on excess, illusion, and an insatiable hunger for power. A man who—despite lacking the subtlety or wit for true cleverness—has, for once, stumbled upon a move both strategic and sinister.
Donald J. Trump, a maestro of manipulation, starring in what appears to be a simple Tesla sales pitch. A gesture of loyalty, perhaps, to his billionaire benefactor, Elon Musk. But look closer. Beneath the bravado, beyond the veneer of camaraderie, lies something far more calculated. An unspoken power play.
Trump is no stranger to dominance, and in his world, alliances are not built—they are exploited. By reducing Musk to a mere car salesman, a man begging for favor, he has done more than support his financier. He has diminished him. The message is clear: Musk is no untouchable titan. He is vulnerable, fallible, small.
And in the corridors of this administration, weakness is not tolerated—it is devoured. Even now, as these words find their way to the page, the machinery of power is whirring, assessing, calculating. The predators have caught the scent. And if history has taught us anything, it is this: when the Trump administration smells blood… dinner is served.
Fuck him. Die poor elon you nazi fuck. I hope all of your dealerships and factories burn to the ground and all teslas are destroyed because the idea of driving a swastikar make everyone puke. I hope you are fragged by your own security you nazi bag of monkey shit.
Boycott Tesla. Boycott Starlink. Boycott X blueticks. Cancel your uber drives if they're Tesla. Peaceful non-cooperation movement against Trump-Musk regime.
More like into the graveyard..
Witness, if you will, a man who has built an empire on excess, illusion, and an insatiable hunger for power. A man who—despite lacking the subtlety or wit for true cleverness—has, for once, stumbled upon a move both strategic and sinister.
Donald J. Trump, a maestro of manipulation, starring in what appears to be a simple Tesla sales pitch. A gesture of loyalty, perhaps, to his billionaire benefactor, Elon Musk. But look closer. Beneath the bravado, beyond the veneer of camaraderie, lies something far more calculated. An unspoken power play.
Trump is no stranger to dominance, and in his world, alliances are not built—they are exploited. By reducing Musk to a mere car salesman, a man begging for favor, he has done more than support his financier. He has diminished him. The message is clear: Musk is no untouchable titan. He is vulnerable, fallible, small.
And in the corridors of this administration, weakness is not tolerated—it is devoured. Even now, as these words find their way to the page, the machinery of power is whirring, assessing, calculating. The predators have caught the scent. And if history has taught us anything, it is this: when the Trump administration smells blood… dinner is served.
Elon Musk has just found justice... In the Twilight Zone...
(sorry, I couldn't help but read your first sentence in Rod Serling's voice!)
Love it! That's the style I was going for, Serling was the best. His literary powers could re-animate the dead. RIP Rod. ✌️
Fuck him. Die poor elon you nazi fuck. I hope all of your dealerships and factories burn to the ground and all teslas are destroyed because the idea of driving a swastikar make everyone puke. I hope you are fragged by your own security you nazi bag of monkey shit.
Fascist car you can buy.
This is so good to see. The ultimate poetic justice for Musky Odor is abject poverty. Let him get a taste of what it feels like to be at the bottom.
It's working! Don't let up!
Boycott TE卐LA! Boycott Swastikar!
Short TE卐LA! Short Swastikar!
"former billionaire Elon Musk" has a really nice ring to it