Elon Musk showed up at the White House yesterday the way most people arrive at their intervention, sporting a fresh black eye and dressed like he had just hitchhiked from a club promoter’s funeral. So it was no surprise when The NY Times reported that Elon Musk was hopped up on so much Ketamine during the campaign that he suffered from bladder issues. You would think even a self-appointed Rocket Scientist could understand that consuming the amount of horse tranquilizer it takes to make Trump sound reasonable would make a cactus piss like a racehorse. This rich prick is just lucky after booting that much Mr. Ed’s marching powder; he’s a leaky faucet, drenching his Ed Hardy mom jeans and not some oversized glue puddle neighing for help. And although Musk appeared as if he would much rather be home attending Fight Club than an Oval Office propaganda party with exactly zero bowls of his brand of Special K available. At least Doge Bagalow must have been thrilled with his return on his Trump investment. After spending nearly $300 million, he not only cleared a pathway towards unchecked power and corruption, he also walked away with Melania’s unused White House key and Alex Jones’s reputation.
The Independent Article Quoted – https://www.the-independent.com/news/world/americas/us-politics/trump-elon-musk-doge-ketamine-eye-b2761052.html
If you told me yesterday that I would be in total agreement with Donald Trump today, I would have either said, “Please, tell me it was him, not me, who suffered the stroke!” or “Finally, even Trump got sick of that creepy couch fucker!” What I certainly wasn’t expecting was for Donald Trump to aptly call Leonard Leo a “Sleazebag,” but for all the wrong reasons, of course. Leonard Leo has trafficked so many far-right whack-job judges to Trump inappropriately; he’s considered the Jefferey Epstein of Judicial Conservatives. However, just because the DOJ is currently winning court cases at a Cleveland Brown-like rate, it doesn’t mean Trump can suddenly pass off the failures of his lawless rampage on a shitty supply from his Judge Dealer. If you somehow find yourself on the extreme right of the Federalist Society. You are either wearing all-white on your way to your first cross-burning or walking into a Presidential Cabinet meeting dressed in a cookie-cutter blue suit with an excessive amount of red tie on.
In Today’s Palate Cleanser, we learn why it’s much safer to step on a used needle in Downtown Newark than to fly there commercial.
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