So here’s a question for you: what happens when two absolutely immense egos clash, head to head? Alternatively: who wins when the most powerful man in the world goes to battle with the richest man in the world? And just as a third possibility: what do you get when you set two spoilt obnoxious tossers who both think they’re the next messiah, fighting over who’s got the biggest dick?

Thus we have reached the end of the power bromance which, as virtually everybody knew, was always severely ‘time limited’ by bragging rights. And as Donald Trump and Elon Musk both spend vast amounts of time on social media bragging about things that in reality aren’t true, there was always going to an ‘uncoupling’. And yet the speed with which it uncoupled was brutal, despite its inevitability.

One day Trump gives Elon ‘the key to the white house’, in a stupid, impromptu ceremony in the Oval Office. And just 5 days later there is bitterness, acrimony and actual threats. “I’ll show you photos of Trump with Jeffrey Epstein, raping little girls together”, “oh yeah!!, well I’ll sell my Tesla, stop the government contracts and grants with them and appoint an alternative bozo to be head of NASA”. “OH YEAEAH!!! Then I’ll buy off half the House and force your stupid BIGGEST BILL IN THE HISTORY OF BILLS” to crash!” “OH YEAEAEAEAHHHHH!!!, then I’ll…”

As usual, the greatest accuser of ‘fake news!!!’, the fat orange one, is resorting to fake news to make his point. Given out by his latest ‘blonde news bimbo’, Karoline Leavitt, (the reincarnation of Kellyanne Conway). Whilst the world’s second greatest tweeter, the ugly South African one, uses his devotion to the ‘freedom of speech’ to freely speaking half truths about the fat guy.

Honestly, America is in a state. They need to take note of how ‘uncoupling’ should be done. Consciously. Like Gwynnie did it with Coldplay. They need to look no further than Tottenham Hotspur, that wonderful, cup-winning, football team. Who yesterday uncoupled from their manager, Ange Postecoglu. The man who broke the team’s horrendous ‘duck’ in terms of actual, silverware-proven, achievements. Who took that ‘monkey on their back’ and ceremonially burned it alive, outside the Emirates stadium.

And his reward? The sack. Right. Bloody cup-winning Aussie. Who needs him.

Of course, in other matters this season, like the league and the team morale and the injuries, his record was not exactly ‘stellar’. So he had to go. Cup or no cup. And gone he is. I’m happy and I’m sad.

Whereas Trump and Musk? I’m truly lovin’ it. Big boys throwing big toys out of their prams. In each other’s faces. Let’s keep that one going.

Happy Saturday

A xxxx