The point is that it’s not just Muskrats who keep positing and proliferating theories of Musk’s nth dimensional chess moves. Regardless of the source, they are equally annoying.
Musk offered to buy Twitter on an impulse, like buying expired, discounted Paqui ghost pepper chips at a bodega. But his friends double-dog dared him to eat the whole bag, and now that he’s in the ER getting his stomach pumped, people are trying to explain how that was his plan all along.
It’s not. It turns out he’s an impetuous billionaire manchild, and he’s simply fucked up bigtime.
