Author's note: I started noodling around with this on Twitter but when I realized I was filking the whole thang ding I decided to post it somewhere more suited to longer-form writing.
When a cold wind blows, it chills you, chills you to the bone. But there's nothing in nature that freezes your heart like being an emerald heir.
It drains you with indifference to a cruel and twisted husk.
And the King of Discourse, the most deeply divorced, is the one who we call
MUSK.
Far-right as any and censor of many, this is Mr. Elon Musk.
Oh, there goes Mr. Ego, there goes Mr. Lies. If they gave a prize for naming kids, he underqualifies.
Elon, he borrowed money because he got stuck buying Twitter. If this deal had a flavor, you could bet it be bitter.
There goes Mr. Corncob, there goes Mr. Owned. The undisputed master of the underadvised loan.
He charges dweebs eight dollars to be dorky beta testers.
As this site grows less usable, he loses more investors.
"He must be so clever, he must be so based. He goes to extremes to take humans to space.
He's a really a victim of the woke and the fed.
Look closer, you might see a genius instead..."
beat
"Nah!"
There goes Mr. Vox Pops, there goes Mr. Poll. He has no time for kids or love, his home life's a blackhole.
Don't ask him for a feature 'cause scope creep's a paralytic. No good UI for those who tweet, just Views and Analytics.
There goes Mr. Tesla, there goes Mr. Cash... at least in stonks if not liquid, and both of those things crash!
If freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose, then tweeting through is freeing him, but at least he's making news.
Every day, in every way, Musk's become the news.
