no peanuts in church…

…has apparently begun, in earnest.

We have (maybe?) six weeks left to ‘Defend the Real’. Much less the Republic.

I’m not quite sure how you’re supposed to have an Empire, without a Bureaucracy, but that does seem to be the goal. Or be a Billionaire, once the (yes, politely fictional, but still mostly functional) global financial system collapses. Or be a King, once you’ve reduced the Republic to rubble.

You can’t eat a meme stock. You can’t rule over corpses. Once “The Money” fails, the power fails. The illusion evaporates. Your “Narrative”… ends.

::Image of classical CRT Television, fading to a point::

It’s not YOU that will rule the Mad Max world. It’s whoever your security detail chooses to lead them after they snuff you, that will rule. (For a bit).

That all said… They sure as hell are going to try, aren’t they?