News - February 16, 2025

Musk’s getting his ego dented for once—the Royal Society’s about to jack his membership ‘cause he’s been spewing anti-science garbage while cozying up to corpos and Trump. Over 2,300 real scientists signed the takedown order, calling him out for being a gonk who undermines research while pretending he’s humanity’s savior. March 3 is when they pull the plug, and he’s probably already scrambling to spin it like some kind of hero’s martyrdom arc. Meanwhile, he’s out here dodging responsibility again—some influencer says she had his 13th kid five months ago, and all this corpo hack can muster is a half-assed “Whoa” on X. The man can drop billions on vanity projects, but taking accountability? That’s where the firmware fails every time.

Trump’s still running his mouth about his hush money trial, screeching “witch hunt” like he’s not been skating by on pure corpo privilege. Judge Merchan gave him a free pass with an “unconditional discharge,” because apparently, being rich and powerful means you never really face the music. But Donnie’s not satisfied—now he’s throwing out some dystopian nonsense about how if he’s “saving the country,” he’s above the law. The man’s literally declaring himself untouchable, and the corpos are eating it up like it’s just another Tuesday in their power fantasy.

Meanwhile, in the real world, people are actually trying to stop a war, but Trump’s making it all about him. Says Zelenskyy’s in on the peace talks, but doesn’t drop any details—just more noise from the guy who let the whole mess spiral out of control in the first place. At the same time, his cronies are pushing some lunatic plan to relocate Gaza’s entire population, treating real people like they’re just numbers in a spreadsheet. It’s corpo logic at its worst—wipe the board clean and pretend you’re solving problems instead of making new ones.

And behind the scenes, Musk and Trump are gutting the government under the guise of “efficiency,” which we all know means slashing oversight so corpos can run wild. Musk’s not some genius innovator—he’s a power-hungry suit playing emperor, stripping protections, cutting jobs, and greasing the rails for his own pet projects. The only people who win in this game are the corpos themselves, while everyone else gets left in the dust.