NWO/Illuminati US politics - Pt 3

How long before Musk & Trump have a major rift?

  • Under one month

  • Under six months

  • Under one year

  • Under two years

  • Before the term ends

  • Not happening, never!

  • Not until Musk is ready to seize the Presidency


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Did Macron?



That's how I wave my kids off. Musk's salute seemed to be quite aggressive but I'd prefer to put that down to his awkwardness and failing with social rules and expectations. He's learned how to get by generally but this is probably very new to him.
 
That's how I wave my kids off. Musk's salute seemed to be quite aggressive but I'd prefer to put that down to his awkwardness and failing with social rules and expectations. He's learned how to get by generally but this is probably very new to him.

The fact he'd just been involved in a momentous US election victory, is a bit of an attention whore and could even have taken some ketamine prior, could also have contributed a little.

What do you think about Hegseth being confirmed just a few minutes ago (with JD Vance casting the deciding vote)?
 

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Well 70m Democrats have egg on their faces so this is unsurprising
“Prices will come down,” Trump told voters during a speech last week laying out his vision for a return to the White House. “You just watch: They’ll come down, and they’ll come down fast, not only with insurance, with everything.”
...
“Prices will come down and come down dramatically and come down fast,” he said.

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Ive changed my opinion from 4 years ago. You all kept the same one for 10+ years despite anything thats happened.

I cant see how im the cult member here. Ive changed my mind multiple times on subjects.
I can think of a few you haven't changed your mind on, and boy oh boy they're absolute ****ing doozies :tearsofjoy:
 
Now that the dust hath settled on what was a tremendous inaugural celebration, the time is right to share with BigFooty how it went down. Clears throat.

Once again, as an act of compassion and against our better judgment, our Mensa chapter agreed to utilize bourbons' services as the hired help for the event. He booked the celebrations at the Four Seasons Hotel in Sydney—despite clear instructions that we wanted the event held at Four Seasons Total Landscaping, not the inferior hotel chain of the same name.

This minor setback aside, the festivities kicked off well. Mofra warmed up the crowd with a set of stand-up comedy.

"And how about that Jack Watts anyway, am I right? I say, 'Watt' a waste of a first draft pick!" he quipped, followed by a nervous exhale-laugh.

I excused myself to take a phone call from Lebbo73.

"Sorry I'm running late, FK. I found out a new GP in Toowoomba was administering measles vaccines to kids, so I felt obliged to go slash his tires. Hey, where's the best underground submarine parking for this venue?" he asked.

"Lebs, wtf are you talking about? There's no submarine parking here—underground or otherwise. Where are you?"

"Thirty clicks east of Bondi Junction, coming in hot! See ya soon," he replied with a click.

"Pardon me, FK," chimed in EasternTiger.

"I know you made me promise that I’d assault fewer than five people tonight, and I’ve already vastly exceeded that number, but that valet rascal is at it again..."

He showed me his phone, revealing live camera footage of the cabin of his Cybertruck. Bourbons was in the driver's seat, smoking a joint, with both of his feet up on the minimalist dashboard. He was intentionally grinding mud all over it. Ffs. I had reminded him three times that our Tesla fleet was all fitted with Sentry Mode and that his Rick James shtick was expressly prohibited.

"Just let it go m8. You know we're into equal opportunity employment and whatnot here. Look on the bright side: in a few short hours, Trump will officially be pres—"

"REEEEEEEE!"

I was interrupted by a sudden scream.

Upon hearing the name Trump, Mofra's hair had immediately turned blue, he gained 30 kg, and a "Free Palestine" tattoo appeared on his forehead.

ET sighed.

"Krakz, surely you know you’re not meant to mention He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named around poor Mof. He has that disorder where it suddenly turns him into a completely different person."

"I’ve never heard of this. What do they call it? VDS? Voldemort Derangement Syndrome?"

"I was referring to the great man DJT, not Voldemort. Fear not, he will be back to normal in 10 minutes."

Mofra was furiously tapping away on his phone.

"Heyyyya, Mof, whatcha doing?" I gently inquired.

"Texting my employer to get myself CANCELLED for what I said earlier."

"Oh, is this about that joke comparing Nick Daicos to a seagull? Because, even as a free speech advocate, I must say there are certain things you just don’t—"

"No, you cis white male scum. It’s because I accidentally referred to Gadigal land by its evil coloniser name, 'Sydney.'"

He shuddered as he said the word.

ET ushered him off the stage.

"Remember, Easty, no more beatings!" I yelled after him.

"Sorry, too far away, can’t hear you," he responded, despite hearing me clearly.

Next on the agenda was Taylor giving a speech on Optical Nonlinearities, Lasing Yield Flux And Nuclear Scattering. This certainly piqued the interest of Werewolf, who had a PhD on the topic.

"This ONLYFANS you are promoting—where can I go to access it in full?" he inquired.

"For the last time, Wolfy, if you have to ask, you can’t afford it," replied Tay with a smile.

A sudden deafening BOOM ripped through the building, toppling furniture. Chaos and panic consumed the function room. I got on the line with our head of security, Stokey.

"WTF was that? A terrorist attack? An earthquake?" I asked.

"You’re not gonna believe this, mate, but I’m looking at the outdoor cameras… it appears some goose just drove a submarine into the side of the harbour. On another note, I love this deep-focus feature though, hey. I can clearly make out the submarine wreck in the background AND Bourbons taking a dump on the roof of your Model Y in the foreground."

"Oh ffs, surely not..."

I rushed outside to find Lebz and WA ROO in poorly fitting sailor outfits (presumably bought from a costume shop for children), treading water next to the mangled submarine.

"Guys, I am SO sorry—add this to my tab," yelled Lebbo.

Stokey pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh.

"We’ve been over this, Lebz. You can’t just say 'add this to my tab' every time you commit millions of dollars in damage."

Mofra strolled over, having returned to his usual form.

"This is a disaster," I muttered, watching as WA ROO began to backstroke through the wreckage.

"Oh, I don’t know. I’d say the function is going swimmingly," joked Mofra.

Bourbons chimed in:

"At least this stunt by Lebz trumps any of the damage that I have caus—WTF!"

REEEEEEEEEEEE!

Mofra was morphing back into his Trigglypuff form due to Bourbon's careless use of the T-word.

At this point, at least a dozen emergency vehicle sirens could be heard approaching. A council official was first on the scene, giving Lebbo and Roo a lecture on how they "can't park there".

"Time to skedaddle and head to the after-party?" ET asked.

"You read my mind m8," I responded.

A great night overall. 9/10— losing only one point due to Chuckles booking the wrong venue.
Not gonna lie, this is pretty good m8 :tearsofjoy:
 
“Prices will come down,” Trump told voters during a speech last week laying out his vision for a return to the White House. “You just watch: They’ll come down, and they’ll come down fast, not only with insurance, with everything.”
...
“Prices will come down and come down dramatically and come down fast,” he said.

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Will petrol prices come down ? Yes or no?
 
I rushed outside to find Lebz and WA ROO in poorly fitting sailor outfits (presumably bought from a costume shop for children), treading water next to the mangled submarine.

"Guys, I am SO sorry—add this to my tab," yelled Lebbo.

Stokey pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh.

"We’ve been over this, Lebz. You can’t just say 'add this to my tab' every time you commit millions of dollars in damage."

 

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Karen Bass said it would take 18 months to remove debris so residents can rebuild.

Trump told her to stfu she has 18 days.

Expedite expedite expedite.
She had 18 months to prepare for Bushfires, instead she chose to go on self-serving junkets.
 
I now get why the woke cult is so lost in space.

The pace of modern life is discombobulating and anxiety inducing.

They want to regress into a child like state and discuss every subject ad nauseam ensuring no progress is ever made.

They are easily lead and have a group of seemingly unrelated causes they will argue to the death for, but which they don’t really understand and can’t articulate.

They will chain themselves to the freeway and stand in the way of progress because actual physical progress scares them.
 
Keep forgetting he doesn’t answer questions. Adding to the pile doesn’t hurt still

McConnell tried to spoil the party. Ironically he's been spoiling the Republican Party for years. If the following episode from 2023 is anything to go by, hopefully he'll be gone soon enough. Either through a long overdue retirement or maybe Kentucky will Primary the fk out of him.

 
I now get why the woke cult is so lost in space.

The pace of modern life is discombobulating and anxiety inducing.

They want to regress into a child like state and discuss every subject ad nauseam ensuring no progress is ever made.

They are easily lead and have a group of seemingly unrelated causes they will argue to the death for, but which they don’t really understand and can’t articulate.

They will chain themselves to the freeway and stand in the way of progress because actual physical progress scares them.

You forgot gluing themselves onto roads.
 
Now that the dust hath settled on what was a tremendous inaugural celebration, the time is right to share with BigFooty how it went down. Clears throat.

Once again, as an act of compassion and against our better judgment, our Mensa chapter agreed to utilize bourbons' services as the hired help for the event. He booked the celebrations at the Four Seasons Hotel in Sydney—despite clear instructions that we wanted the event held at Four Seasons Total Landscaping, not the inferior hotel chain of the same name.

This minor setback aside, the festivities kicked off well. Mofra warmed up the crowd with a set of stand-up comedy.

"And how about that Jack Watts anyway, am I right? I say, 'Watt' a waste of a first draft pick!" he quipped, followed by a nervous exhale-laugh.

I excused myself to take a phone call from Lebbo73.

"Sorry I'm running late, FK. I found out a new GP in Toowoomba was administering measles vaccines to kids, so I felt obliged to go slash his tires. Hey, where's the best underground submarine parking for this venue?" he asked.

"Lebs, wtf are you talking about? There's no submarine parking here—underground or otherwise. Where are you?"

"Thirty clicks east of Bondi Junction, coming in hot! See ya soon," he replied with a click.

"Pardon me, FK," chimed in EasternTiger.

"I know you made me promise that I’d assault fewer than five people tonight, and I’ve already vastly exceeded that number, but that valet rascal is at it again..."

He showed me his phone, revealing live camera footage of the cabin of his Cybertruck. Bourbons was in the driver's seat, smoking a joint, with both of his feet up on the minimalist dashboard. He was intentionally grinding mud all over it. Ffs. I had reminded him three times that our Tesla fleet was all fitted with Sentry Mode and that his Rick James shtick was expressly prohibited.

"Just let it go m8. You know we're into equal opportunity employment and whatnot here. Look on the bright side: in a few short hours, Trump will officially be pres—"

"REEEEEEEE!"

I was interrupted by a sudden scream.

Upon hearing the name Trump, Mofra's hair had immediately turned blue, he gained 30 kg, and a "Free Palestine" tattoo appeared on his forehead.

ET sighed.

"Krakz, surely you know you’re not meant to mention He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named around poor Mof. He has that disorder where it suddenly turns him into a completely different person."

"I’ve never heard of this. What do they call it? VDS? Voldemort Derangement Syndrome?"

"I was referring to the great man DJT, not Voldemort. Fear not, he will be back to normal in 10 minutes."

Mofra was furiously tapping away on his phone.

"Heyyyya, Mof, whatcha doing?" I gently inquired.

"Texting my employer to get myself CANCELLED for what I said earlier."

"Oh, is this about that joke comparing Nick Daicos to a seagull? Because, even as a free speech advocate, I must say there are certain things you just don’t—"

"No, you cis white male scum. It’s because I accidentally referred to Gadigal land by its evil coloniser name, 'Sydney.'"

He shuddered as he said the word.

ET ushered him off the stage.

"Remember, Easty, no more beatings!" I yelled after him.

"Sorry, too far away, can’t hear you," he responded, despite hearing me clearly.

Next on the agenda was Taylor giving a speech on Optical Nonlinearities, Lasing Yield Flux And Nuclear Scattering. This certainly piqued the interest of Werewolf, who had a PhD on the topic.

"This ONLYFANS you are promoting—where can I go to access it in full?" he inquired.

"For the last time, Wolfy, if you have to ask, you can’t afford it," replied Tay with a smile.

A sudden deafening BOOM ripped through the building, toppling furniture. Chaos and panic consumed the function room. I got on the line with our head of security, Stokey.

"WTF was that? A terrorist attack? An earthquake?" I asked.

"You’re not gonna believe this, mate, but I’m looking at the outdoor cameras… it appears some goose just drove a submarine into the side of the harbour. On another note, I love this deep-focus feature though, hey. I can clearly make out the submarine wreck in the background AND Bourbons taking a dump on the roof of your Model Y in the foreground."

"Oh ffs, surely not..."

I rushed outside to find Lebz and WA ROO in poorly fitting sailor outfits (presumably bought from a costume shop for children), treading water next to the mangled submarine.

"Guys, I am SO sorry—add this to my tab," yelled Lebbo.

Stokey pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh.

"We’ve been over this, Lebz. You can’t just say 'add this to my tab' every time you commit millions of dollars in damage."

Mofra strolled over, having returned to his usual form.

"This is a disaster," I muttered, watching as WA ROO began to backstroke through the wreckage.

"Oh, I don’t know. I’d say the function is going swimmingly," joked Mofra.

Bourbons chimed in:

"At least this stunt by Lebz trumps any of the damage that I have caus—WTF!"

REEEEEEEEEEEE!

Mofra was morphing back into his Trigglypuff form due to Bourbon's careless use of the T-word.

At this point, at least a dozen emergency vehicle sirens could be heard approaching. A council official was first on the scene, giving Lebbo and Roo a lecture on how they "can't park there".

"Time to skedaddle and head to the after-party?" ET asked.

"You read my mind m8," I responded.

A great night overall. 9/10— losing only one point due to Chuckles booking the wrong venue.
Hope your alright have you been drinking
 
I now get why the woke cult is so lost in space.

The pace of modern life is discombobulating and anxiety inducing.

They want to regress into a child like state and discuss every subject ad nauseam ensuring no progress is ever made.

They are easily lead and have a group of seemingly unrelated causes they will argue to the death for, but which they don’t really understand and can’t articulate.

They will chain themselves to the freeway and stand in the way of progress because actual physical progress scares them.
And eat cat's and dog's lol
 
Was it the roads?

I thought they were gluing their heads to paintings?
No. That was splashing paint onto painting. Either way both paint and glue are oil byproducts.
 
I now get why the woke cult is so lost in space.

The pace of modern life is discombobulating and anxiety inducing.

They want to regress into a child like state and discuss every subject ad nauseam ensuring no progress is ever made.

They are easily lead and have a group of seemingly unrelated causes they will argue to the death for, but which they don’t really understand and can’t articulate.

They will chain themselves to the freeway and stand in the way of progress because actual physical progress scares them.

Something some of us here have been guilty of and I'm one of the biggest offenders.

Was flipping through radio channels while driving yesterday though and landed on the local Christian radio just as they were reading out their word for the day.

Proverbs 14:23 There is profit in all hard work, but endless talk leads only to poverty.

Needless to say I've taken it as a warning..
 

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