Assassination coordinates for someone who thinks people are out to get him …
And now for Black Sabbath’s kickass song, “Paranoid!”
Finished with my Elon
Cuz he couldn’t help me with my Tweet
People think I’m insane
Cuz I stay on Twitter where Elon beats his meat
And as the song continues to play, all of Google can tell me where I am right now.
The Google car just passed by and photographed me taking a piss on my front lawn!
Is my address on my driver’s license?
Does the tax man know where I live?
Why do tons of telemarketers and other scammers know my phone number?
Is there spam in my email spam folder?
Did I put my face on the computer, and my companies, maybe my house, my boat, my skateboard?
Did I do that? (Curse you, Erkle!)
If I go to a public comedy show and get up on stage with a microphone in hand, though I barely use it and ask the comedian what should I say … is there a shooter in the audience?
Should I say more and more ridiculous things to see if someone takes a shot (I am in American, after all, home of the drive-by, the mass shooting, the NRA, and Ted Nugent!)
Should I just kick everybody off this thing I just bought so that no one wants to be on it, and also kill off any competitors like Mastodon, and anyone who links their Mastodon account to my company – mine is better! Cuz I told you so so just do it – I am Elon Trump!
They’re all out there, watching, waiting, while I turn into Howard Hughes and people think I’m crazy, but no … Elon’s not crazy … all work and no play make Elon something something … GO CRAZY?
