The Skeeter Daddle Diaries

Take two of the most egotistical a-holes in the galaxy, offer them more power than anyone else on this planet, then give them time. Before very long these two mental midgets will go from sniping to snarling and eventually to the ultimate smackdown. X vs Truth Social, Musk vs. Trump, mano y mano, and you, the public, get a ringside seat. This is what America voted for. This, rightchere, ladies and gentlemen, is entertainment!!

Musk threw a quarter trillion dollars to buy our boy Trump an election. Money, in case you’ve been spending too much time parsing the correct pronoun for your kids and colleagues, talks. In fact, it screams. It hollers. It yells across the canyons and from sea to shining sea. Freedom of speech, so saith the Supreme Court. The rich are free to run the country without limitations. You get one vote, the billionaires get one vote. Fair is fair. Until you factor in … well, the money. Nothing really new here, just plenty more of it from a very small % of us buying every election from city council to PTA president to Prez of the Yewnited States. Suck it up, buttercup, the game’s been rigged.

But money can flow in both directions and the E-boy is threatening anyone who votes for Il Douche’s big beautiful bill with being primaried. Ouch! The guy wants his quarter trillion back. He says he won’t pick up the astronauts at the Space Station. Trump will cancel billions in subsidies. Musk says Trump is in the Epstein files and the truth will out! The President counters with the accusation that Elon’s mother has a dog face! Musk writes that Donny should be impeached!

Obviously the Marquis of Queensberry Rules no longer apply. This is the Prom Queen/ Prom King girlfriend hair pulling mud wresting match of the century, a no holds barred, hitting below the belt encouraged, spitting, hitting, eyeball scratching extravaganza. And we all get a ringside seat. May both egos lose. But hopefully not until many many rounds of knockdown entertainment. Welcome to the Manosphere.