By Satoshi Q. Anon, MFA
March 29, 2025
Some men want to build civilizations. Others want to leave them behind. Elon Musk seems determined to do both—simultaneously.
He’s no longer building companies. He’s building myths—stitched together with patents, propaganda, and panic. A rocket to salvation, a chip to godhood, a meme to control the masses. And in his latest act—not the most ambitious, but definitely the most sinister—he’s come for the state itself. Not to run it. Not even to dismantle it with clarity. Just to kneecap it, grin, and point fingers at the wreckage.
This is a man whose entire empire is scaffolded on government support. Tesla would have flatlined without Obama-era loans and tax breaks. SpaceX runs on defense contracts and NASA cash. Starlink and Neuralink are nothing without the FCC, the Pentagon, and a tangle of public-private wires. Musk is the most heavily subsidized capitalist in modern history—a welfare queen in a $400K spacesuit—and now he’s playing fiscal hawk, declaring war on the very system that made him.
They handed him the keys to the Department of Government Efficiency—DOGE, because of course—and now he’s pruning federal programs with the same deranged joy he once reserved for launching sports cars into orbit or tweeting juvenile slurs at sitting senators. And it’s not just budget fat he’s trimming. It’s meat. Muscle. Bone. Whole agencies euthanized in the name of “efficiency.” USAID was first to go—axed overnight after a 5-4 Supreme Court ruling gave the executive branch a free pass to consolidate or eliminate entire government organs without so much as a congressional whisper. One day it’s diplomacy, the next it’s dust.
And standing at the center of it all? Elon. Smiling like he just solved a math problem the rest of us didn’t know we were part of.
What’s he doing? What’s he building in there?
Some think it’s ideology—a messianic fusion of Ayn Rand, Ray Kurzweil, and Isaac Asimov, seasoned with Reddit logic, Libertarian weed smoke, and copious amounts of Ketamine (we hear). But that doesn’t go far enough. Musk is more than a billionaire on a power trip. He’s the architect of collapse. The Simulated Messiah of the Broligarchy. The man who sees the public sector not as an opponent but as an obstacle. A bureaucratic relic. Something to bleed, mock, and outlast.
SpaceX is his exodus project. Tesla is his power grid. Starlink is his surveillance and telecom monopoly. X—formerly Twitter—is the Ministry of Truth, rebranded for memetic warfare. Neuralink is the human interface. Add it all up, and you start to see the real blueprint: a sovereign tech stack built to outlive the American government. A digital ark for the chosen. Or maybe just a coffin with Wi-Fi.
And as the rest of us try to decode his intent, he keeps stacking chips. There’s a reason he surrounds himself with bunker bros and apocalypse-preppers. Musk, Thiel, Bezos, Zuckerberg—the whole broligarchy is buying land in New Zealand, retrofitting silos in the Dakotas, and investing in underground survival compounds that look like Four Seasons resorts buried beneath fortified mountains. The end isn’t something to fear. It’s something to monetize. Civilization becomes a subscription model. Collapse becomes a customer acquisition event.
Musk 2030: Colonies, Neural Links, and the Global Meme War. The endgame of a man who thinks God is just a slower version of him.
So maybe this latest role—fiscal czar turned bureaucratic executioner—isn’t about saving money at all. Maybe it’s controlled demolition. Create the void. Then fill it. Shut down the relief programs, kill the diplomacy, let the lights flicker, and wait for the people to come crawling back—not to government, but to him. To the apps. To the satellites. To the algorithm that watches them better than any agency ever did.
He doesn’t want to rule the world. He wants to be the last one standing when it fails.
And when it comes to failure—it seems his indifference is what makes him truly dangerous. Because it’s not malice driving the blade. It’s disinterest. Detachment. The Gospel According to Elon: On space, speech, and why his midlife crisis might kill us all. When he looks at a billion-dollar cut to humanitarian aid, he doesn’t see human suffering. He sees code. Lag. Inefficiency in the simulation. Something to optimize. Something to delete.
We are all just NPCs in Elon Musk’s simulation—and he’s getting bored of us.
He says free speech must be “absolute,” while banning critics. He says AI must be reined in, while funding labs to build it faster. He says he’s saving humanity, but what he’s building looks more like a digital feudalism, where the king lives in orbit and the peasants fight for bandwidth.
Techno-King. Martian Pharaoh. Doom Prophet with a Wi-Fi fetish. Musk’s final form isn’t human at all. It’s infrastructure. It’s protocol. It’s the ghost in the machine—untouchable, unaccountable, and always five steps ahead.
And if we don’t wake up soon, we’ll be left saluting a satellite, wondering when exactly we became tenants in someone else’s simulation.
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This has been a BatShitCrazy.com dispatch from the final days of the American empire.
https://www.npr.org/2025/03/06/g-s1-52233/elon-musk-doge-twitter-dead-employees
https://www.express.co.uk/news/politics/2012392/elon-musk-mars-colony-usaid
