Bezos's Rocket Company Meets With Trump

Hours later, Bezos personally pulled an endorsement for Harris. Will anyone at WAPO investigate what was promised?

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Elon Musk has been all over Trump like a fly hovering over a big pile of cow manure left out in the fields (if you have ever come upon these cow paddies, you will know that hundreds of flies feast at a time, and when you they take to flight, it is really quite noisy and startles you). This seems to be happening in corporate America now, as I wrote earlier today.

Since I published my article earlier today about “preemptive compliance,” I have learned that yesterday, just hours before Bezos decided to quash the Harris endorsement personally, his top managers from the Blue Origin rocket company met with Trump. Oh, how I would have loved to be a non-shit-eating fly on the wall at that meeting. 

Having been in many such meetings with top managers when they are making behind-the-scenes agreements that will result in untold wealth for all present, I can tell you that whatever was promised was masked to Bezos and company was diced, spliced, and parsed in such a way that not even the failing Trump had any idea what was being said. The eyes, however, of Bezos’ team and Trump’s handlers were communicating, and what they were saying was that pull back on trashing Trump any further and that government contracts would flow to you in ways that you can’t imagine.

Blink once if you understand what we mean.

Blink (pull the endorsement).

Blink-blink (Trump aide responds).

Blink-blink-blink (but what about Elon? Jeff is unhappy about the budding bromance.)

Blink-blink-blink-devious smirk (don’t worry about that freakish belly-dancer-wannabe; we have plenty for him to keep him happy).

Jeff Bezos has made a pact with the devil because his best friend’s ex-wife, who Bezos seduced during countless dinner parties between the two families, apparently finds Jeff’s overall weird persona no longer sexy. The idea, however, of Jeff becoming the wizard behind the curtain for a second Trump presidency clearly has the potential to spice up their by-now boring sex life (nothing could have been hotter than the stolen quickies in the spice pantry off when Jeff’s guests were out on the deck waiting for the fireworks show to begin over the lake). 

Jeff Bezos silenced his newspaper and, with that move, urinated the grave of Katherine Graham. The editors over at the Washington Post who signed off on Bezos’ decision have also proven they are cowards. While endorsements lack the power they once did, they are nonetheless the “soul of the newspaper” and a statement about the storm our nation seems to be so ignorantly racing into. I regard the endorsement almost the same way I do the posters you sometimes see in restaurants about how to help someone if they are choking. Glancing, you look at graphics and might even acknowledge them, and you think: Okay, remember to lift and squeeze from behind. How many of us could ever successfully help someone? It’s not possible to know, but we do have that hint of information locked away somewhere, and often, someone does rise to the occasion and save a choking victim.

Bezos’ disgusting, cowardly, and greed-driven decision could end up choking out our democracy, and that benefits no one but him. Shame on him.

By the way, if you are angry at him, he reads his email. I have written to him countless times and even met with him about investing in a Russian e-commerce company. Thanks to an unsolicited email: Jeff@amazon.com.

Give it a try, and let him know what an a**hole he is.