This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

“Fascism should more appropriately be called Corporatism because it is a merger of state and corporate power” ― Benito Mussolini

Really J.D.? Really? I liked him a lot better when J.D. didn’t try and think. When he left all the problems of this world to the grown ups and just prattled on with his mumbo jumbo. This noise isn’t J.D.’s idea, this is an idea generated up above. J.D. isn’t smart enough to think of it and is too dumb not to follow through with it.

So, J.D. Vance comes right out and threatens our NATO allies in the name of Elon Musk. You guys better lay off Brother Elon or else! We’ll quit NATO! Really J.D.? Really? Gee, oh gosh oh lordy, I wonder who put this thought into your pretty little head??? It’s not too obvious, is it?

The illicit marriage of Trump and Musk. The devil incarnate meets the dumb kid from out of town. A quid pro quo from hell where the two become one. Never once understanding that it’s a terrible way to run a business or plan a defense. You can’t throw your toys down in the sandbox every time you don’t get your own way and still be taken seriously. Using government power to promote/defend private business interests.

Poor Elon, mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be babies with billions. A blubbering bumbling Dagwood Bumstead with a bank account. Bamboozling the easily amused into thinking he was cool or important. But he’s just a rich prick with an ego, the blubber boy in the bubble. A Hollywood tragedy of a poor boy made good destroyed by his own success. Finally, making a deal with the devil in the alley trying to save himself.

History tells us the fate of the billionaire and the super-rich. Howard Hughes? Jeffery Epstein? (too soon?) The guy who invented Norton or something. Living on a big yacht with his friends (escorts in bikinis) and who thought the CIA was trying to kill him. Personally, I think it was his cocaine and whiskey intake. Sure, it would be fun for a week or so. But for months and years at a time and maybe with CIA after you? It was really a sad spectacle of prosperous indulgence and blissful self-destruction. Living in fear and haunted by unlimited wealth.

“So, J.D. what we want you to do is go out there on that stage and suck up (slurp, slurp) for Elon. He’s bankrolling this show, capiche? So, you go out there on that stage, and you debase yourself for Uncle Elon.” It’s just so dumb! This won’t help the Trump campaign one iota. More controversial statements. Great! That’s just what the Trump campaign needs right now, more controversy. The debate just goes on and on, doesn’t it? Just gaffe after gaffe, but their stories are hopelessly intertwined by now. The death or destruction of one will lead to the decline and fall of the other.

They’ve shown their colors and they can’t go back now. If Donald Trump is defeated, Elon Musk is emasculated and will be treated with a great deal of skepticism by the world at large from here on out. That he would attempt such a ham-handed less than subtle threat and the Trump team would actually say it publicly. It doesn’t help either of them in the slightest. It doesn’t help Elon in the slightest as much as it paints him as a comic/tragic figure who has largely shot his bolt.

Henry Ford was going to teach the rainforest how grow rubber plants in neat rows. Howard Hughes was going to control the Airlines. Elon is going to Mars. At Space X Elon sits in the big chair. You can’t miss him in chair number one, right in the center of the room. You know, Werner Von Braun sat in the back of the room, but not Elon. Elon is in the front row. The crowd (employees) cheer ecstatically as the rocket climbs towards space and even if the rocket doesn’t climb towards space, they still cheer ecstatically for Kim Un Musk. Elon’s purchase of Twitter was his Citizen Kane moment, collecting properties as baubles headless of profit or loss. I’ll change the name because I think it’s a good idea! Anyone careless of employment enough to disagree?

I have lots of money so ergo, my opinion is important. Enter the cash strapped devil’s apprentice. And a lustful love affair based on mutual self-gratification is born. Elon could buy that big white house and use it as stick to chase away all the bullies! What a rube! Give Donald Trump money and think it won’t end badly for you. Well sure, Donald Trump has butt fucked everyone else he’s ever gotten into bed with, but he wouldn’t do that to me! We’re friends!

Gee, this is a nice car you got here Mr. Capone. What do you do for a living? If Elon walked into town pulling the family cow he’d walk out with a handful of magic beans. Elon’s affiliation with Donald Trump will hasten his departure from the public forum. Heading for seclusion someplace and getting busy with the business of growing out his fingernails and urinating in bottles. Anyway, that’s how the lucky ones end up.

For Donald Trump the choice was easy. He needed a rich chump, and he needed one today. Elon lifts Mr. Trump’s ban from X (Formerly Twitter Y?) But Mr. Trump has his own failing media business and doesn’t need Elon’s. But they’re friends now and all the hard feelings are forgiven. With this pact of friendship, Stalin’s Russia and Nazi Germany will be Best Friends Forever.

Icarus mistakenly thought by partnering with the devil, He would give him asbestos wings.

“The liberty of a democracy is not safe if the people tolerated the growth of private power to a point where it becomes stronger than the democratic state itself. That in its essence is fascism: ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or any controlling private power.” ― Franklin D. Roosevelt