By David Glenn Cox
It was back in the days of my youthful indiscretion, commonly remembered as the good old days. When cars were big and fuel prices were small. When McDonalds had a dollar menu and the whole menu was on it. Me and the boys would get together on Saturdays to smoke a few doobies and watch N.W.A Championship Wrestling on the old 32-inch Dumont Radiation King.
We didn’t believe it was anything but a comedic show. With cartoonish good guys and colorful bad guys. But the best part was the patter the wrestlers gave between the matches. Nature boy Ric Flair and Dusty Rhodes, Abdula the Butcher and Rock Hunter. “That dirty low life! He ran off with my wife! And I forgive him! But then he brought her back!” Abdula the butcher would be interviewed while eating pencils or hitting himself in the head with a coal shovel.
So, when I read, Elon Musk was going to start his own political party, my memories of N.W.A. Championship Wrestling came flooding back to me. If Elon wasn’t insanely rich. He would just be insane. A Napoleon complex believing he’s some sort of whiz kid inventor. Only he’s not a kid anymore and his Whiz is mostly was. As in, was somebody else’s idea and Elon just wrote the check and took credit for it. And if it doesn’t work out to bury it somewhere in the backyard. Eureka! A tunnel from San Francisco to Los Angeles in forty-five minutes! Earthquakes? What earthquakes? Self-driving buses everybody!
A show! A fake low-grade drama appealing to simple minds and simpletons. Did Elon really steal Stephan Miller’s wife? An astounding event! A shocking tragedy! Who knew Stephan Miller had a wife? And what are the chances in such a small and finite planet as the earth that there would ever be TWO women who would marry Stephan Miller? A face made for radio. He should wear his pants over his head and learn to walk on his hands.
But we have this sudden feud between Donald Trump and Elon. Complete with threats and accusations. “I’m gonna rip out his eyeballs and play tennis with them!” Check out the Epstein files! Look in the back in the appendix! Donald Trump, pages 3, 7, 12, 19, 27, 43, 67, 94 etc. It was gonna be a grudge match! Don’t miss it folks! This Saturday night at the Macon Arena. “I’m gonna get you Donald Trump!” As Trump eats pencils and hits himself over the head with a coal shovel.
Then suddenly, all is forgiven! And they’re a tag team again. But wait, what’s this? “I don’t like your Big Beautiful Bill Donald Trump! It stinks! And you stink too! This bill only gives me 92% of everything an insane billionaire could ever hope for! Now I’m really mad! So once again, Elon storms around the arena throwing chairs and pointing fingers.
So carefully choreographed that you will never see Trump stumble on the steps of Air Force One. Because they won’t video it. Only carefully crafted snippets of less than 90 seconds in duration are allowed. Trump was asked about the Texas flooding and answered, “It’s bad, it’s real bad! But the Governor is a friend of mine and we’re going to help!” Gees, you don’t have to be that technical! Such depth and grasp of detail! What you don’t see you won’t know and what you don’t know is this guy is fading like cheap barn paint.
Even as unpopular Presidents go, Trump is becoming a legend. So, video control is the key. Create a scenario of good guys and bad guys. But where can we find a suitable villain? Someone the low IQ crowd has heard of and already mistrusts. Just you wait, Donald Trump! I’ll start my own political party! And even though I’m not an American. I’ll call it the America Party! And I’ll take away all your voters, Donald Trump! Just you wait and see!
So, the question Elon is asking us is a very simple one. How fucking stupid are you? Why sure, an insane billionaire and close chum of Donald Trump is going to start a new political Party with MY interests at heart. Why this is so insanely stupid, it could only come from the desk of Donald Trump himself. Trump’s popularity is eroding, and the midterm elections are coming. The big, beautiful bill was extremely unpopular. What to do? What to do?
I read a story once about these guys trying to get into this fortress. They had fought a bitter war and so pretended that they were giving up, quitting and leaving this big amazing wooden horse outside the gates as a gift of homage and respect.
How many votes will Elon take away from Donald Trump in the midterms? And how many votes will he take away from the disordered gaggle of Democrats? “I’m on your side folks! I’ve had enough of Donald Trump too! And I’ve had enough of those do-nothing Democrats as well! Let’s work together for a better America! An America where billionaires like me and little shmoes like you! And you! And even you! Have a chance to become billionaires like me!”
Donald Trump and his brain bust are smart enough to know they have reached the top floor and the elevator is going down from now on. The Administration can’t come up with any New supporters and so their goal is to divide the Democrats. After all, he’s tried nearly everything else. He’s bombed the Houthis and he’s bombed Iran and neither one has worked. He’s not ended the war in Ukraine like he said he would. His trade negotiations are a disaster. But he’s writing angry letters, as we speak. Once they get Trump’s angry letters. I’m certain they will all sit up and pay attention.
This Saturday night at the Macon Arena! One night only! Elon, The African Mental Monster Vs. Trump the Incredibly Shrinking Moron. This going to be a great show folks! Good seats are still available!
“The lion cannot protect himself from traps, and the fox cannot defend himself from wolves. One must therefore be a fox to recognize traps, and a lion to frighten wolves.”
― Niccolò Machiavelli
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