I’d better stop calling him Oolong, I suppose

So this was Oolong—sorry, I’d better call him his proper name in case he comes for me—this, I say, was Elon Reeve Musk’s latest entirely rational, carefully considered, and not at all drug-induced public statement in between his vendettas against Media Matters For America and the ADL and “anti-whiteness”. Somewhere Mark Zuckerberg is howling with laughter from within an MMA cage, and Elon’s investors who gave him the money he needed to buy Twitter must be delighted at the value they’ve got from him in return.

Honestly, someone needs to get him off the ketamine. He might not sound like quite so much of a cunt at least.