the one good bit he was doing this election was “Elon please keep glazing me from the proverbial cuck chair I will ruin your business and you will say thank you sir, thank you sir” and he’s so underwater that he caved and is now back on Twitter. He’s not even shitposting, he’s electioneering. It’s never been more over
The October surprise will be when, seemingly completely exhausted, he begins to slump off the stage wearily. Just after his aids drape a cape over his shoulders, he turns around and bursts back onto the stage, sliding on his knees and wailing in exuberance into the microphone. The sauce hasn’t returned. The sauce never left. We haven’t even seen the sauce before.