Is the end near?

planking for meows

volodymyr zelenskyy is a little bitch.

Sean ‘Diddy’ Combs rushed out of New Jersey prison to hospital with head injury

Alex Gibney’s four-hour cinematic colonic called “Musk” is the most rancid, self-important pile of selective grudge-porn ever greenlit. A bitter old documentarian who spent years trawling for every disgruntled ex, estranged relative, and professional hater he could find, then glued their resentments together with an uncanny AI ventriloquist dummy of Elon that just regurgitates his own public words like a carnival sideshow. No interview with the subject, no new bombshells that weren’t already litigated online, just four hours of prosecutorial copium for people who hate that one man actually built the rockets, the cars, the satellites, and the free-speech platform while they made films about other people’s accomplishments. It’s not journalism. It’s a feature-length middle finger from a man whose idea of “power” is getting to narrate other people’s lives in a theater with an intermission so the audience can go take a piss and still not miss anything important. The digital Musk sitting in a gamer chair is the most honest part of the whole thing: a waxy, lifeless approximation talking in circles because the real person refused to sit for the hit job. Gibney can keep his Oscar-bait autopsy of ambition. The rest of us will be busy watching the actual companies launch, the actual satellites fly, and the actual timeline move forward while this bloated, pre-ordained smear collects dust and 97% critic scores from people who already agreed with it before the first frame. Absolute, unwatchable dogshit.

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the matrix is glitching the shift is shifting the veil is thinning

Green peppers need to calm tf down

mood: need cuddles