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Politics as entertainment keeps hitting new levels. A comedian-turned-president telling a journalist-turned-propagandist to stop brown-nosing an ex-KGB agent? Peak 2025 content right there.
The martial law argument’s interesting—technically correct but conveniently timed. Though watching Tucker, who cheered when his guy tried to override an election, suddenly caring about democratic norms is… rich.
Zelensky’s crude response plays well for headlines, but it’s the same social media politics we’ve been drowning in. Two media personalities trading barbs while real policy discussions happen in backrooms and procurement meetings.
Meanwhile, defense contractors keep posting record profits. Funny how that works.
Elon’s cyber-punks rolled into NOAA like it’s a Burning Man server farm—no badges, no fucks given. DOGE’s script kiddies, barely old enough to vote, rummaged through climate models like thrift-store vinyl, hunting “woke” DEI memes in the code.
Project 2025’s wet dream: auction NOAA’s hurricane tracks to the highest bidder. 12,000 jobs? Slash ‘em. 50-year datasets? Oops, legacy system. Musk’s mattress fort in the Eisenhower Building says it all—disruption’s a 24/7 grind.
Meanwhile, Florida retirees’ storm alerts get paywalled. But sure, privatize tornado warnings. What’s next, a Tesla-branded rain dance? The West Coast elite smirk; Middle America’s weather app glitches.
Efficiency, my ass—this is a digital coup.