Really, I d on't what the elite media-certified Great Genius hasn't wit (or, yes, intelligence) just to blame his self-prescribed ketamine for the deposition testimony.
FWIW: I keep referring to Musk as America's Most Beloved Afrikaner. I've been told that he isn't Afrikaner but whatever the Canadian equivalent to cracker is but I dunno. Haven't confirmed or ascertained because I don't care. (Apropos nothing, one of my two favorite kiddy books is Sendak's "Pierre".) But Musk/Afrikaner never fails to amuse.
This stuff – the transcripts, et. al., not Roy’s excellent parody – are why I don’t worry about Musk successfully running for political office. He has “loser” written all over him so explicitly, in a way few men have. It's so explicit he can’t even cover it up with billions of dollars. His self-parodying Dr. Evil vibe is too powerful.
I don't know what that means but somehow I'm certain that I felt that way before.
The richest people in the world seem to be assholes. This is not a new phenomenon but I guess we get exposed to it so often but it's something we have to think about. Used to be you could pretend at least that cream rises to the top and shit sinks to the bottom. That was probably never true but these days you can't even pretend it might be.
I realized, just the other day (I'm a slow thinker from way back) that all this 'eternal damnation' shit is actually a desperately hopeful fantasy. Because if there's any kind of eternity for us after we die, if we have any kind of immortality, even if it's full of flames and smoke and burning cinders and diabolical sodomy world without end amen amen, then, well, we're not going to DIE. It's uplifting. Like when Ozymandias tells that poor sad sack doomed secretary of his "The Egyptians regarded death as a voyage of discovery. Don't you find that reassuring?" Eternal damnation is still immortality. Don't you find that reassuring?
Of course, the numb nuts assassin shows up right about then, caps the well boobed blonde and then gets whacked in turn by the ever Machiavellian Veidt, and frankly, I doubt either of them got any sort of eternity at all. I doubt any of us do. The mythology may cheer us up but the oubliette awaits us all.
I love your little social satire vignettes, Mr. Edroso, and this one is absolutely top of your form. But it's all just whistling in the dark, isn't it? It's all just us throwing our caps forward over the wall and hoping to Christ we can somehow climb it, lighting a candle in the dark and praying the wind stays away and the pipes don't burst. We mock Trump and Musk and Bezos and we beseech the Elder Gods to save us from the inevitability of Congressman Rittenhouse, Musk's purchase of PubKrogAlbertsMeijers, the North Korean EMP blast. This is a lovely canticle against the encroaching darkness. Thank you for it. I will print it out and paste it to the wall of my oubliette.
I plotzed, if that means I had to clean up the grits and eggs I knocked over.
This view of Elmo comports with a recent interview where The Genius admits to playing a two year old on account on the platform formerly known as twitter, and has been pretending to be a toddler…explains too much.
I flash back to Lily Tomlin wearing a hamster head on SNL Paelo.
Hamster suits? I must really be out of touch with what the Kool Kids are wearing to the office these days. I Googled this expecting to find come sort of hi-tech uniform and got nothing but people dressed up like furry little hamsters. Do Elon Musk's minions really have to dress up like hamsters? Not even rats or ferrets? Bring back the ninjas, I say.
But what I latched onto was the judge's notes in re the various lists of questions that had been proffered by the prosecution and the Trumpys. In particular, this little section in the footnotes, illustrating a set of questions from defense attorneys about which the judge said "NOPE NOPE NOPE":
"So whether we like it or not, a juror's political affiliation is something we need to know and
understand ... What we all really want to know, and what they [the People] want to know, is do you
like President Trump? "
Bloody hell. I cannot wait til the summons for duty in the local court shows up in my inbox. Won't be the same questions, and I'd get tossed anyway due to work history (not to mention my neighbors down the hall work as public defenders in Jan 6 cases, and a certain minion of a certain Queensman lives in our building)...but I would relish the opportunity to do my sworn duty.
Musk's insistence that Community Notes is a valid substitute for fact-checking becomes more and more absurd by the day, given that the "community" it relies on for "facts" is more and more exclusively fascists, idiots, Musk fluffers, or all the above.
RIDICULOUS '80S FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE is cherce. But that's one of the reasons we love these productions so much. The whole budget is up there, on the screen. (Also "You worm!")
"...hamster suits..."???
Continuing:
"Druhgs! Druuuuuhgs!"
Really, I d on't what the elite media-certified Great Genius hasn't wit (or, yes, intelligence) just to blame his self-prescribed ketamine for the deposition testimony.
FWIW: I keep referring to Musk as America's Most Beloved Afrikaner. I've been told that he isn't Afrikaner but whatever the Canadian equivalent to cracker is but I dunno. Haven't confirmed or ascertained because I don't care. (Apropos nothing, one of my two favorite kiddy books is Sendak's "Pierre".) But Musk/Afrikaner never fails to amuse.
"a kaffir in a coffee shop!"
Damn.
DAAAYAMN.
2 marks for the whole lot.
This stuff – the transcripts, et. al., not Roy’s excellent parody – are why I don’t worry about Musk successfully running for political office. He has “loser” written all over him so explicitly, in a way few men have. It's so explicit he can’t even cover it up with billions of dollars. His self-parodying Dr. Evil vibe is too powerful.
That transcript makes me think Musk is representing himself & trying to get the case thrown out on grounds of insanity.
kaffir in a coffee shop!"
I don't know what that means but somehow I'm certain that I felt that way before.
The richest people in the world seem to be assholes. This is not a new phenomenon but I guess we get exposed to it so often but it's something we have to think about. Used to be you could pretend at least that cream rises to the top and shit sinks to the bottom. That was probably never true but these days you can't even pretend it might be.
I realized, just the other day (I'm a slow thinker from way back) that all this 'eternal damnation' shit is actually a desperately hopeful fantasy. Because if there's any kind of eternity for us after we die, if we have any kind of immortality, even if it's full of flames and smoke and burning cinders and diabolical sodomy world without end amen amen, then, well, we're not going to DIE. It's uplifting. Like when Ozymandias tells that poor sad sack doomed secretary of his "The Egyptians regarded death as a voyage of discovery. Don't you find that reassuring?" Eternal damnation is still immortality. Don't you find that reassuring?
Of course, the numb nuts assassin shows up right about then, caps the well boobed blonde and then gets whacked in turn by the ever Machiavellian Veidt, and frankly, I doubt either of them got any sort of eternity at all. I doubt any of us do. The mythology may cheer us up but the oubliette awaits us all.
I love your little social satire vignettes, Mr. Edroso, and this one is absolutely top of your form. But it's all just whistling in the dark, isn't it? It's all just us throwing our caps forward over the wall and hoping to Christ we can somehow climb it, lighting a candle in the dark and praying the wind stays away and the pipes don't burst. We mock Trump and Musk and Bezos and we beseech the Elder Gods to save us from the inevitability of Congressman Rittenhouse, Musk's purchase of PubKrogAlbertsMeijers, the North Korean EMP blast. This is a lovely canticle against the encroaching darkness. Thank you for it. I will print it out and paste it to the wall of my oubliette.
I plotzed, if that means I had to clean up the grits and eggs I knocked over.
This view of Elmo comports with a recent interview where The Genius admits to playing a two year old on account on the platform formerly known as twitter, and has been pretending to be a toddler…explains too much.
I flash back to Lily Tomlin wearing a hamster head on SNL Paelo.
Despite it being a hellsite, the sheer idiocy of renaming Twitter to X, the universal variable, still enrages me.
However, what unnerves me is that Roy’s piece might actually be a transcript of an ordinary day for the Afrikaner Übermensch.
Hamster suits? I must really be out of touch with what the Kool Kids are wearing to the office these days. I Googled this expecting to find come sort of hi-tech uniform and got nothing but people dressed up like furry little hamsters. Do Elon Musk's minions really have to dress up like hamsters? Not even rats or ferrets? Bring back the ninjas, I say.
Meanwhile, I just read the prospective juror questions for next week's Corker in New York...uhmm...er.
Find 'em here:
https://www.nycourts.gov/LegacyPDFS/press/PDFs/Letter-re-jury-selection-4-8-24.pdf
But what I latched onto was the judge's notes in re the various lists of questions that had been proffered by the prosecution and the Trumpys. In particular, this little section in the footnotes, illustrating a set of questions from defense attorneys about which the judge said "NOPE NOPE NOPE":
"So whether we like it or not, a juror's political affiliation is something we need to know and
understand ... What we all really want to know, and what they [the People] want to know, is do you
like President Trump? "
Bloody hell. I cannot wait til the summons for duty in the local court shows up in my inbox. Won't be the same questions, and I'd get tossed anyway due to work history (not to mention my neighbors down the hall work as public defenders in Jan 6 cases, and a certain minion of a certain Queensman lives in our building)...but I would relish the opportunity to do my sworn duty.
This is hilarious. You hit it out of the park Roy.
Musk's insistence that Community Notes is a valid substitute for fact-checking becomes more and more absurd by the day, given that the "community" it relies on for "facts" is more and more exclusively fascists, idiots, Musk fluffers, or all the above.
RIDICULOUS '80S FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE is cherce. But that's one of the reasons we love these productions so much. The whole budget is up there, on the screen. (Also "You worm!")
Leave us be consistent with DC lore....it's Barkseid.