The Empire State Building, One World Trade Center, the U.S. Capitol, and the Washington Monument were all struck by lightning last night. The best line I’ve seen on the socials so far: “Jimmy Carter told God what’s going on down here.”
Others are saying it’s the Tower card in tarot come to life. If you’re not familiar with tarot, here’s the Tower card:
The Tower means sudden, world-rocking change. It’s disruption of the highest order, often accompanied by crisis and danger. WHEEEEEE!
Then this morning a Tesla Cybertruck exploded and burst into flames in front of a Trump hotel in Las Vegas, killing one person inside the vehicle and injuring several others who were standing nearby. According to NBC, the blast is being investigated as a possible terrorist attack.
Yeah, ya know, those things have a tendency to do that. They’re notorious for catching fire, not unlike Apartheid Clyde himself blowing up and melting down time and again. Excuse me, Kekius Maximus.
Really, someone needs to do a welfare check on that guy. Where’s his family? He’s been having a very public breakdown on his social platform since Christmas Eve. I really would not be surprised if at some point he barricades himself in and starts screaming about aliens and liberals and Laura Loomer coming to get him. If he didn’t have such an army of mush-brained worshippers hanging on his every word, I’d almost feel bad for the guy. It’s clear his doctors are failing him, and my prediction for him is that he’s going to end up either having a psychotic break, which the media will call “exhaustion,” or shedding his mortal coil like Matthew Perry, who died of a ketamine overdose in October 2023.
And through all of this, not a peep from Mark Zuckerberg. I’m no fan of billionaires, I don’t care for his business practices with how Meta handles personal data, and I hate that he’s in with Tiberius Tinyhands, but I have to admit the man is smart. He knows how to keep his mouth shut, his thumbs still, and his profile low. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t keep an eye on him—it’s often the quiet ones who wreak the most havoc—but he’s not making a braying ass out of himself the way so many in TrumpCo and the GOP are these days.
At any rate, if the last 24 hours are any indication of what’s in store for the U.S. this year, I’m going to need to stock up on popcorn. I like the lime-flavored stuff.






