At last Elon Musk makes sense. He was a bad drug dream

Tanya Gold

At last Elon Musk makes sense. He was a bad drug dream

It’s a truism that drug addiction does terrible things to the individual’s soul. What is less discussed is what it does to the communal soul. I was unsurprised to hear that Elon Musk – he of the wonky Hitler salute and can-I-be-your-sperm-donor-please offer to the world – is, as the New York Times reports, a ketamine head who was wasted for some of the 2024 American general election campaign. It’s almost a relief to know for sure, isn’t it? Because if they’re mad, we are not; truth is the greatest high of them all.

Now Musk, so strange to watch, makes sense at last. We can name the technical term for his time in the White House – his job was to make the boss look sane, and he did – with some accuracy: he was the K-hole with the A-hole.

It was all a bad drug dream, and now it is over: Musk has stepped back, and there are dregs of hope in that. Even so, he punched a hole in the American state with ketamine, ecstasy and ’shrooms. He played video games, binge ate and posted things on X like: “Tomorrow we unleash the anomaly in the matrix” and “This is not something on the chessboard, so they will be quite surprised. ‘Lasers’ from space.” He wore two baseball caps in the White House – drug addiction is the disease that demands more of everything – and appeared with a mystery bruise on his face (which he has blamed on one of his children). Who did it? If I had to guess, I would say, with total conviction: he did.

Musk has the instincts – the personality – of the tyrant: the man on a cartoon rocket, fleeing from himself to his personal Götterdämmerung with his father. (It is always the father.) No wonder he wants a thousand children to save him – after all, babies are born relatively sane.

I’m not surprised that Donald Trump, who also has the instincts of a tyrant, was drawn to Musk. There’s nothing a bad man loves more than a worse one. Trump, of course, is not a conventional drug addict, because his drugs are attention, himself and, above all, women.

He punched a hole in the US state with ketamine, ecstasy and ’shrooms


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The interesting part of the 2016 Trump sexual confession tape was not the infamous “Grab them by the pussy” line but his need: “You know I’m automatically attracted to beautiful... I just start kissing them. It’s like a magnet. Just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star they let you do it. You can do anything.” This is an addict dreaming, and this is why he hates the legacy media. It’s got nothing to do with the politics. They just tell him the truth, and he hates it.

Read his niece Mary L Trump’s book Too Much and Never Enough: How my Family Created the World’s Most Dangerous Man. It’s an account of Trump family life under Donald’s father, the psychopath Fred, and, if you can forget for a moment that Donald is, with the American electorate’s collusion, ushering democracy away, your heart will break for him.

It comforts me to imagine these political ghouls in rehab, in a care circle, where they belong, shouting at each other and the ghosts of fathers who cannot hear, and never will. They are rehab archetypes: broken, lethal, lost, trying to recover themselves with dreams of space travel, special brain implants and overturning the certified results of a presidential election in the richest democracy in the world.

In my fantasy they share using a conch. (You cannot talk when you do not have the conch. I think Trump will enforce this. Except when he doesn’t have the conch.)

I see Musk, the more credulous, playing with toy farmyard animals. Why toy animals? It’s a farmyard he can control without harming anything living. I sense Musk’s real farmyard would see cows on K heading for Mars.

And who doesn’t want to imagine Trump in art therapy? (I recommend Howard Jacobson’s satirical novel about the fictional baby Donald Trump – it’s called Pussy.) I think he’d draw Trump Tower, which looks like porn Lego anyway, and sexy skyscrapers.

Boy, do I long for the days of Bill Clinton not inhaling marijuana.


Photograph by Yuri Gripas for the Washington Post/Getty Images 


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