Friend,
Did you happen to catch the most
recent cover of The New
Yorker?

Oof!
They really went after his orange
ego here. The “President Musk” narrative refuses to die, and we can’t
say we didn’t call it. Yeah, we did call it.
This must keep him up at night. If
there’s one thing we’re certain Trump hates,
it’s being shoved out of the spotlight. And the fact that it’s on the
cover of a magazine named after a city where he “built the skyline”
makes it all the better.
Why is this so objectively
hilarious? Because it’s true. Trump’s taken a back seat in an
administration that hasn’t even taken office yet. We can only imagine
what it’ll be like when Elon can just pop into the Oval Office with
any weird demand that pops into his head.
We have to be relentless about
this. We have to make sure that this storyline gets under his orange
skin every day until he can’t stand it anymore and sends Elon packing.
This fight is going to blow up, and it’s our job to pour gasoline on
it.
So please, forward this to a
friend, and chip
in so we can continue to remind him that he’s… just an afterthought
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-The Lincoln Project
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