Humpty and Dumpty

Mr. Musk and his X.

It could be the most significant breakup since Brangelina. I haven't heard this much whining, witnessed this much finger pointing since Trump dumped Pence.

It didn't take a savant to see this one coming. Two men, each who mandate you give them your undivided attention. Two men who never found a disaster that couldn't be blamed on others or a victory that belonged to anyone other than them. Two men who found the ultimate pleasure in dining on the carcass of democracy but who couldn't agree who was to sit at the head of the table.

Yes, Elon you were responsible for unleashing Donald on us yet again. Yes, Donald you gave Elon the co-power to destroy. It was such great fun while it lasted. A match made in Hell.

But now Elon is saying Donald's big bill isn't so beautiful after all. And Donald, its former top car salesman, is selling his Tesla, an et tu Brute moment worthy of a Shakespearean soliloquy.

I believe they are contemplating going to marriage counseling in a final attempt to save their union. But I fear there is far too much he said he said for a reconciliation.

There must be a nursery rhyme somewhere suitable for these two big babies. Oh yes,

"Humpty and Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty and Dumpty had a great falling out. All of Don's sycophants and all of Elon's minions, couldn't bring Humpty and Dumpty together again. Thank God." The END.