Wow is my face red or what?
I had not heard/read/known about the Zuckerberg/Musk cage match, seemingly being organized by Dana White who brought us the Ultimate Fighting Championship, UFC, which differs from Mixed Martial Arts, MMA, by the amount of blood that gets shed, I think. Talk about FOMO.
I cannot imagine a more vanilla event since, well... ever. Just picture: A massive amphitheater, jammed to the gunwales with white guys, all wearing dress shirts with color-coordinated pocket protectors, with (of course) no ties and the top button buttoned, all neatly tucked into Docker pants with sensible shoes.
Doubtful there will be any women attending as the Geek Mafia wouldn't know how to ask them out, assuming they knew any women in the first place. They can always get dating tips from Charlie Kirk, who really should sign on as a sponsor. And, maybe if we're all lucky, he can take on the winner. Unless Andrew Tate wants to step up, assuming he can make bail.
I'd hope the throwdown, or up, is carried on every live stream imaginable and that all the Pharma Bros and the Crypto Bros put big coin behind each of the combatants. Perhaps we can have June Osborne and Serena Joy Waterford on the undercard as an "Incel Special."
Hopefully, the wagering will generate enough winnings to buy everyone in the arena a blow-up doll so they can live happily ever after for the next forty-five minutes.
-bill kenny
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