Has anyone sighted the muskrat these past couple of days?

A cursory glance at aggregated corporate media shows no public appearances, no manic two-inch leaps around the stage, no brandishing of ridiculously oversized motorized-with-razor-sharp-teeth phallic symbols, no heart-wrenching nazi gestures and shout-outs, no condescending commentary regarding his plans for everyone, no schmoozing with podcast dude bruhs.

Never in my life did I ponder that I would become engrossed with the doings and comings and goings of a fascist apartheid nepotism-baby, but here we are. Right now, it’s hard to shake my suspicion that he’s currently occupying a rubber room or getting hosed with cold water to ease the anguish he must be feeling right about now. With the best of medical resources at his disposal, I’m sure we’ll see a ‘chemically-enhanced’ version of the muskrat before long.

When the narcissist emerges from his bout with butthurt, we must remain vigilant. The presumed rift between billionaires should be viewed as a scripted pro wrestling stunt. Now he’s a ‘heel’, but he could emerge as a repackaged ‘baby face,’ to borrow the jargon. I can’t turn my back on a guy with a penchant for implanting devices in people’s brains. Sure, benefits will come, but it’s not much of a leap from enabling the blind to see or the deaf to hear to thought control. Personally, I don’t trust the fucker.