The Oval Office Spectacle Proves What We All Feared
On a lighter, logistical note, Saturday Night Live no longer needs a mock Oval.
The image here is not from Saturday Night Live; that is not Alec Baldwin. This image, though, thanks to its absurdity, will become iconic. It depicts the moment we finally learned that the beaten-down “dog,” Donald Trump, was beholden “bigly” to one man. Elon Musk truly is the wealthiest and arguably most potent freak in the world. He owns a U.S. president, and this moment was the receipt.
Dressed as if he were popping down to the corner Cumberland Farms for a scratch-off and a cup of morning coffee, Musk portrayed an image of youthful virility next to the faded power of a soon-to-be octogenarian whose skin and hair color caused him to fade into the curtains behind him, resulting in a horror-movie-like scene of just a pair of floating, sickly fish eyes. From time to time, Musk’s poor child, whose name is X Æ A-Xii (X for short), interrupted one of the most perverse and deceitful Trump-esque soliloquies ever to have been spoken in that office. Musk revealed to the world his view on how the U.S. government should function, and because it wasn’t according to the rules he deemed appropriate, that government would pay the price. Musk was tearing through our nation’s secret systems and accounts, seeking out citizens he felt were guilty for the nation’s massive debt.
Musk, however, who is on his way to becoming the world’s first trillionaire, thanks in part to the zero taxes he pays and the fat government no-contest contracts he gets, failed to understand the hypocrisy of his own rancid ramblings. If he and the tech-coons like the even freakier Jeff Bezos and the cowardly Mark Zuckerberg — and many others — were to pay their fair share of taxes, they could single-handedly close many of the nation’s budgetary holes.
In fact, though, Musk is paying a tax. He will sooner or later pay off Donald Trump’s debts. Trump owes $500 million to the state of New York. He owes roughly $90 million in the case he lost for “sexual abuse” against E. Jean Carrol. You may ask yourself, how do I know Musk plans to pay these debts for Trump? I don’t. But how do we know such an agreement doesn’t exist? We don’t because everything involving these two despicable fascists is hidden, murky, and criminal. They are the ultimate display of the back-alley machinations of petty street hustlers Trump used to watch with such envy in Coney Island.
As Lawerence O’Donnell of MSNBC pointed out when X, Musk’s 4-year-old, moved toward Trump the way children instinctively move toward adults sitting in chairs (the poor kid probably just wanted to sit down), Trump shooed him away. Trump, though, had no time for children because his mouth was still dirty and vile from the words he had just spoken. He would cut off food aid to Gaza despite what it meant for the lives of thousands of children on the brink of starvation. At that moment, little X was speaking on behalf of those thousands of children, and Trump was putting them all in their places: You dopey little kids, how dare you be born not as Trumps or Musks. This is our world; you eat when we say you eat.
Never before had such a scene played out like this one in our nation’s history. The picture of a weakling, dementia-slowed orange man who announces with such pride and bluster how he is returning to plastic straws, being upstaged by his owner, was a picture every one of our country’s enemies would print, blow up, and hang in their inner sanctums. Putin’s Kremlin cronies are already tossing darts at the photo, sparing the bulls-eyes, Trump’s head, for dear leader Putin.
Watching this spectacle and not asking a single tough question challenging the bold proclamations of President Musk — he said, “Some woman, a federal employee, had earned $30 million of her government salary” — was posed. No one blinked when Trump said that the U.S. “would buy Gaza. It will happen.” No one challenged Trump on whether his whole Gaza lunacy was just an attempt to get back in the good graces of his daughter, Ivanka, and her carpet-bagging husband, Jared Kushner. Kushner had billions of Saudi sovereign wealth for “building shit.” Jared is the one who flashed the shiny idea of a “new French Riviera” concept before fish-eyed Trump, and like the barracuda, he chomped at it. Jared also wants his Saudi buddies to make billions on building AI data centers in Texas.
How much of the money goes into the Trump organization?
Donald Trump is a tired old man. As we have seen, playing golf not far from the Gulf of America is the perfect way he would like to wile away his final years on this Earth. He has little interest in governing but still has a healthy appetite for stealing money. The United States has become his vehicle for doing that. Right now, he is laser-focused on paying his bills and making as much money for the family as possible. If that means that his largest benefactor plays the role of an unelected king, then so be it. In this regard, Trump is a true businessman: Keep the mouth shut and nod the head as long as someone else pays.
Like one of the many prostitutes Trump has abused over the years, he sat there in the Oval Office, ready and willing to do anything to please Musk. It was a sad and disturbing spectacle for what used to be a great nation. We, the people, some of us, are still good — great even — but the brainless horde, the cultists, that support him should be for this treachery, but I am sure they never will. Ignorance truly is bliss, and tragedy will strike before they fully realize how bad this is. Their attention will again be diverted to Biden, Ben Ghazi, Whitegate, or maybe even Obama’s birth certificate.
I used to wonder what kind of emotions this citizen of Paris felt in 1940 as he watched German troops march down the Champs-Elysees. Now, regrettably, I understand his reason for crying. That is how I felt yesterday when watching Musk hold court in the Oval Office.
“Donald Trump is a tired old man. As we have seen, playing golf not far from the Gulf of America is the perfect way he would like to wile away his final years on this Earth.”
I wish the above sentiments were true. As the mental health professionals have many times warned, and were ignored, that Donny Convict is a malignant narcissistic Psychopath and should not be judged in normal ways. Look it up. He may be old but that drive for his needs will always be there above anything else until he’s dead. The nation is in trouble!