Elon Musk’s shouting match with Treasury Secretary Scott Bessent might have been the final nail in the coffin for the tech billionaire’s four-month stint in the White House, but it came after months of bubbling frustration at Musk’s “chain-saw” approach to dismantling the federal government.
Musk and Bessent exploded at each other in April when Musk attempted to force through his pick to lead the IRS—Gary Shapley—behind Bessent’s back. (Musk eventually lost this battle—Shapley lasted less than 72 hours before Bessent tapped Michael Faulkender to replace him.)
“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” a typically mild-mannered Bessent was heard shouting after Musk as they charged down the halls of the West Wing.
I hope that some day Elon comes to realize that he is utterly alone. No one, and I mean no one likes him. Everyone in his life that is friendly or supportive to his face, is putting on a show trying to get money from him or through their association with him. The assortment of adoring losers that identify with him, are merely chasing a mirage. They don’t adore him, only the fictional character that he’s constructed for PR purposes. He has to buy friends. He has to buy sex and offspring. He even has to buy the illusion of trivial accomplishments like progress in video games. He is peak loser, everyone can see it, and only a few are willing to lie to his face in exchange for maybe getting some cash. No amount of money, or fear driven bigotry, or trolling, or descendants will ever fill the gaping hole in that fetid husk he calls a soul. If there is any justice, he will be moping, riddled with regret about all this someday whenever he gets around to dying, alone in some dusty metaphorical corner.