Elon Musk Seems Like a Cool Guy and Maybe He'll Hire Me at Twitter
Have you made any big purchases lately, dear reader? A car, a washing machine, a big-screen TV, something like that? Well, the following item is sort of similar, except with dozens of billions of dollars and control of the very discourse at stake.
I, for one, welcome our new autistic overlord! Maybe now I won’t keep getting suspended every other month.
The number $41 billion is being thrown around. Or maybe it’s $37 billion, or $43 billion. Somewhere in there. A lot of billions. I can’t even conceive of one billion dollars, let alone a bunch of them.
When you’ve bought all the cars and boats and mansions1 you’ll never need, and you’re launching rockets into space, and you’ve even hosted SNL for some reason, that’s when you decide to buy Twitter. Why not? Gotta keep things interesting.
Or maybe Musk just wants to read the Babylon Bee without interference:
They’re still suspended because of this joke they refuse to delete:
And now Elon Musk is raiding Twitter. Coincidence?
No matter what happens, libs are panicking. So that’s always fun to watch. We’re already seeing Orwellian horsecrap about Musk being a threat to free speech because he wants people to be able to say whatever they want:
Okay, Dr. Loveless, sit down. Oh, you are sitting down.
Then there’s this genius:
With a name like Max Boot, you gotta stomp out free speech!
Libs don’t want us expressing our honest opinions, because then it’s a lot tougher to control us. And they hate being ridiculed because, as Saul Alinsky noted decades ago, there’s no defense against it. If you make a joke about Richard Levine being a man — which he is, because that’s how chromosomes work and everybody knows it — libs will panic and try to silence you. In their minds, they have no choice. The truth is just too dangerous.
Elon Musk is standing up for the Babylon Bee, wielding his astonishing fortune like a giant spiked baseball bat, and it’s a modern liberal’s worst nightmare.
Every once in a while, I’m wrong about something. This is not one of those times.
Toldja. If you read a headline about a violent crime and the offender’s race isn’t mentioned, that means he’s not white. Every time.
Murder is bad, no matter what the murderer looks like. One day, maybe the mainstream media will agree.
I have about one-third as many subscribers as CNN+. Most of you cheapskates aren’t paying me — YET!!! — but still. Not bad for an aging cripple with a keyboard and very little else.
Yes, yes, you’re dying to find out what I thought of this week’s Moon Knight, the Disney+ show with Oscar Isaac as a violent schizo in a magical superhero costume from an Egyptian god who sounds just like F. Murray Abraham. But my internet connection has been spotty, so I’ve only seen a few minutes of it. Sorry!
Maybe I should dump Comcast and get one of those Starlink things. Which is yet another Elon Musk venture, hmmm…
Woke up this morning and the knee was hurting more than usual. Don’t know why. The weather, maybe? Oh wait, I got hit by a State Department SUV, that’s the problem.
It would be nice if I could just switch off those nerve endings. You don’t really need to feel the outside of your knee for most daily tasks, like navigating a keyboard or feeding yourself. Plus, walking without a limp would be nice.
I’ve started mixing lidocaine, capsaicin, and menthol to put on the damn thing. It’s not much, but it helps me think straight long enough to get some writing done. Opioids work, but I can’t think clearly and I don’t want to get hooked. No more booze, ever again. Recently I started taking CBD, but it doesn’t seem to do anything.
Chronic pain just starts getting to you, day after day. It’s been 12 years and my damn knee still hurts all the time. It’s never going to not hurt again.
Time for some Morphine.
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