Between plague and war and the world on fire
he dusts off the playbook for a failing Empire:"Hide your dying system's inhumanity
with a brand new, hate-filled, Christianity!"See, rhyming's easy you arrogant shit
Now do what's right and get in the
When he was an adolescent
Was thrown down stairs, convalescent
Subsequently on the mend
But not enough, I do contend
You could not write a better line
about the heir to a slave mine
Atheism left an empty space
Secular religion took its place
"I sure do wonder what will fill the niche left as increasing numbers of young people stop attending church", wondered the figurehead of the large, online personality cult.
he already did, and spent the interview complaining about his kid that went no-contact
Can these idiots just become Nietzsche-pulled already and drop Christianity because it’s slave morality is much too woke and beta and Jewish, I’d much prefer that.
Capitalists have begun realising that if they want to make conditions considerably worse for people then they need ways to offset that.
Musk is too stupid to be subtle about it.
Elon is literally a samurai warrior poet and you loony leftoids are so jealous, what have YOU done with your life?
I too dabble in the occasional Dynasty Warriors game, much like our lord and savior Elong
Maybe he seek to live like Jesus Christ.
Give all his shit to the poor and acquire some lice.
Eat only rice.
Treat sex workers nice.
You know Elon's the type to get blacklisted from brothels because of that one time he tried to brand someone with the
SpaceXTesla logo
pretends to be a super smart renaissance man
rhymes bad with sad
To be fair, getting an LLM to rhyme successfully is difficult to prompt engineer, let alone rhyme well.
"And so" said he, the divorced man
"I have, at last, a master plan.
To purchase things to woo a woman
Buy her spices, silks, and linens
Perhaps a horse for her to ride
Will keep her loyal by my side."
To the market he did hurry
Moving quick and slightly worried
He found the clothier had closed
The flower shop had not a rose
He asked about and found out, too
The horses had been sold for glue
He pulled his scalp as he despaired
Unplugging all his plugged-in hair
"I cannot buy the things I need,
To get a girl to marry me!"
He stopped a moment to reflect
On what thing he would try next
He called up all the fortune tellers
Sayers-sooth and potion sellers
Wizards, mystics, learn'ed men
By bribe or threat he beckoned them
He told them all (straight up of course)
"You must make me un-divorced!"
He drank the brews, said incantations
Real stuff - no imitations!
He fasted til he was delirious
And said "At last!" (and he was serious)
Proclaiming that he'd had a vision
"It's not me, they need religion!"
Ok, I'm shit at Limericks but...
frantically googles where Elon Musk was born
There once was a man from Pretoria
Who'd offer a horse to fuck ya
Spent all day posting cringe
Where he'd constantly whinge
Of his estranged children's euphoria
