My relationship with Elon is of a love/ hate dynamic. I stand by my postulation that his acquisition of Twitter appears to be for reasons beyond altruism or mere pride because the business has never been profitable—getting a treasure trove of discourse and data for his AI project seems the most likely explanation for the purchase. But, you need to give respect where it's due, and Elon's mangling of a BBC journalist, as violently revelatory as leaving a lion to babysit a lamb, was delicious to watch.
It's telling of the miserable state of the industry that this gormless, barely formed or cogent creature was the BBC's selected sacrifice. Was this the best they could do? Sadly, yes. Groomed in Western civilization's finest schools and at the cost of tens if not a hundred thousand pounds, he emerged from academia as a toothless, blind and dumb animal. Toothless, in that he cannot defend himself from basic criticisms: can you provide me with an example, any example of what you consider hate speech—and not just something you don't like? (He can't.) Blind in that he cannot recognize the BBC's lies and involvement in misinformation mills such as the Trusted News Initiative. And dumb in that he seems plain deaf to basic, logical fallacies and arguments. He knows everything and nothing, he remembers yet doesn’t. He hath become Schrödinger's journalist.
This interview was like the Cathy Newman memology dialled to 11. At least in that setup, Newman had the peak, risen tide of wokeness behind her. When that discussion aired, the new religion had captured all minds and institutions, disseminated its holy commandments that trans women were women, and everyone who didn't affirm or obey the elite's dictates was a heathen, backwater apostate fit for the pyre. People still held faint illusions that these delusional affirmations made them or their society safer, kinder, and better, and they could hide behind that dime-store moralism. But we have no illusions now. Even the dumbest realize they've been hoodwinked into another war; trillions of dollars later, it looks like Ukraine isn't winning, which makes the propaganda and panoply of success as fake as Biden's tan. Where has all this money gone? Not to feed America's starving or homeless. No, they're not a problem, claimed chiclet-tooth-evil-ken-doll, Newsom in his latest stint of gaslighting with former Press Secretary Jen Psaki.
The unctuousness of this man and others like him leaves a film and rancid taste with the viewer. He's less convincing than Trudeau, who's made a career from grinning fakeness. No one with a shred of intelligence believes Newsom (or Trudeau); California is a state of feudal lords and peasantry, the middle class and sensible money having moved to Texas or Florida in a massive and ongoing exodus. An actual reporter would push him on his prevarications. But Jen is not a reporter; she's a publicist, the same as the flustered-face nannies we see running interference for their masters. (In Canada, Katie Telford will be tangling tongues and facts in much the same manner as Jen.) Regardless, Newsome is convincing to himself and his cult, I suppose, in the same way that a narcissist masturbating in front of a mirror considers himself glorious and beautiful. He appeals to the vain and stupid, he is their God.
Back to Schrondinger's reporter, though, who typifies the jabbering servitor to the lich kings in Davos. A hierarchy of oppression—not racial—exists, and the one-two punch of Covid tyranny and impoverishment has cured our collective blindness. We see the hedonism, privilege, ignorance and insularity of the ruling class, who have passed off their flimsy dogma as truth and virtue for decades. The internet and (free) Twitter have been the crux of that revelation—the mysticism of the woke steadily dispelled by rudimentary utterances, disagreements and critics.
Women do not have penises. Defunding the police is as stupid as it sounds. I don't think everyone is racist. Can you please show us where the trillions in funding to a political conflict that does nothing but further destabilize our economies have gone? No. Okay, could you shut the funnel down then? No. But you work for us. You…work…for…us.
A most dangerous statement, which speaks straight to power and eschews the chattering hobgoblins and their miasma of perpetual panic. We, the people. Our institutions. Our governments. Our finances. Our fate. The corporatist cabals only own what we surrender to them. They are beggars without our consent. Make them paupers. Make them grovel. For the chorus of sovereignty becomes louder, cacophonous and terrifying to our oppressors. Words were the weapon used against us, so with words, we shall strike back, salvage our society and live, for a time, freely.
—C