#rick sanchez/elon musk

[thesoftboiledegg]

What up, libsharts. Since you all fell for my brilliant social experiment last year, I thought I’d come back to troll you for another round. You really thought that I was gay, huh? Well, you weren’t the only ones. I showed it to the bros in my Elon Musk Discord server, and they stupidly went “Wow, that was pretty gay” and I said “No it isn’t” and one guy said “You said that you’re attracted to Rick a bunch of times” and I said “No I didn’t” and another guy said “Dude, you said the exact same thing yesterday” and I said “No I didn’t” and he said “You literally showed up out of nowhere, said ‘im going to jack it to rick tonight lol’ and left” and I said “Haha, it was all a social experiment! I’m fucking with you! I’m a master manipulator like Rick! What’s gay about what I said? If somebody on Discord said ‘I want Rick Sanchez to ream me in the back room at Spencer’s’ and you thought ‘Wow, that sounds pretty gay,’ maybe YOU’RE the one who has dreams about Rick railing you in a blow-up inflatable pool while Bird Person lies facedown in a ditch!”

I beat them with cold, hard logic, just like Rick would. But one aspect of my genius experiment was true: I’m a dudebro sent here to infiltrate Tumblr. We do everything better than you, and to prove it, I wrote a fic that’s infinitely superior to anything you Tumblrinas could shit out. You think you’re the only ones who can come up with stories? Ha! You’re never going to beat me. You ass clowns have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about Rick!

Anyway, here’s my one-shot that’s better than a thousand Rick Sanchez/Reader fics combined, and I would know, because I read all of them. And this is NOT AI-generated, by the way–no machine could compete with the brilliance pulsating in my brain stem. Get obliterated with literature, dumbfucks!

Your Majesty: Rick Sanchez/Elon Musk (PLATONIC!!)

Elon Musk gazed at the sky as a spaceship shimmered into view, glittering in the sunlight while it approached the SpaceX landing strip. Elon–or E, as his most respected admirers called him–was a ruggedly handsome man of over six feet tall with a chiseled jaw, godlike facial features, sizeable muscles and a full head of hair that one would love to run their hands through–if they were allowed to, of course. But few people had enjoyed this privilege. In both a literal and metaphorical sense, Elon Musk was truly untouchable.

A SpaceX rocket launched to the left of him, undoubtedly on another successful mission, but E’s eyes were fixed on the giant spaceship drifting to the ground with a barely audible whirr. The Tesla logo glinted on the front of the incredible ship, a mark of Elon’s brilliance. Steam hissed from the entrance as the side door opened and a lengthy shadow stretched across the ground.

“Greetings, Elon,” Rick Sanchez said as he approached. He was just as handsome as Musk, perhaps even more so. At nearly seven feet tall, most humans could only gaze up at him and marvel at his unfathomable genius, matched only by that of the engineer standing in front of him. He strode magnificently toward E as if he knew that he were God’s perfect creation, the scientist that would give Stephen Hawking envy diarrhea.

“Salutations, Rick,” E answered in kind, acknowledging the pleasure of being in his presence. “What do you have for me?”

“I have a concept that will revolutionize our lives and showcase our brilliance to the rest of the planet.” Rick paused. “Nay, the entire galaxy. Alien species will look up at us in wonder as they question how Earth could have produced not one, but two, of the universe’s perfect beings.”

Musk flashed him a smile brimming with boyish charm. “It seems, as I’ve suspected many times, that you and I are the main characters in this simulation, and everyone else–girls and normies in particular–are mere NPCs.”

“This is true, but I can’t take credit for all of it,” Rick admitted. “While most of this idea was mine, I confess that I couldn’t have developed this plan without Tesla’s impressive technology.”

“You are too humble,” E said with a nod of his head. “Of course, none of this would have been possible without your technology that turned Tesla into the pinnacle of human achievement, a stunning display of masculine brilliance and prowess that womenfolk could never accomplish because they’re dumb.”

“You are familiar with my Raising Gazorpazorp manifesto, I presume?”

“Of course, Rick. I have watched every moment of your life with intense fascination. Our Twitter interaction all those years ago was the highlight of my existence, moreso than the birth of every one of my children combined, and it compelled the author of this story to jerk off to it even though we’re both men.”

“He was imagining all the hot chicks that he sucked off in his fraternity, I’m sure.”

“Undoubtedly. Now, if you would, please lead me into the ship so that I can witness your latest intellectual conquest.”

“Follow me, Your Majesty,” Rick responded with a limp-wristed wave that was stunningly, incredibly heterosexual.

The door hissed shut behind them as E followed Rick into the ship. Since Rick had partnered with Tesla a year prior, his ship had become a sprawling technological wonder full of everything that the space traveler could possibly need. Only E could have done this, Rick thought to himself, as he gazed around the interior of the ship as if seeing it for the first time. Truly, being in the presence of his hero reminded him of his incredible fortune.

Rick’s ship, once small and held together with duct tape but an astonishing creation nonetheless, now housed five scientific laboratories stocked with alien technology that Rick and E had amassed on their many adventures together. His ship also possessed a gigantic library, a hologram room where he spoke with digital recreations of Earth’s greatest MALE scientists, a math classroom where he solved and invented equations, a Tesla think tank where shareholders held board meetings, a SpaceX rocket manufacturing plant, and a cafeteria that served exclusively reheated taquitos and Mountain Dew.

Elon felt the same way as Rick. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the scientist as they walked to one of the laboratories. Of course, this was done in a completely straight, masculine way. E thought that he would later have sex with lots of beautiful women that looked a little like Rick, but they weren’t Rick, because that would be gay.

“Here it is, my dear E,” Rick said, spreading out his arms in front of him like a Greek god.

A scale model of a glass dome stood on a pedestal with tiny figures moving inside to represent a community. As E peered into the dome, the glass reflected his breathtakingly handsome features.

“This is the community that we will build on Pluto,” Rick announced. “As you’ve undoubtedly guessed already due to your unfathomable genius, those crystals in the center release pheromones that will cause the most beautiful women in the universe to flock to us while the ugly ones stay at home and cry about it on Tumblr. These beauties will fawn over and make out with us while we chug Mountain Dew and watch video game livestreams where one guy just says ‘BANG!’ over and over. One of our wives will microwave taquitos on demand while another will periodically wipe the sweat off our gaming chairs. Truly, we will be the gods of our own universe.”

E smiled at this thought. He had colonized Mars years ago and had no less than 1,000 Martian wives with male relatives who had invested in E-Coin, his genuis cryptocurrency that only tech bros could understand, but he now saw an opportunity to enter the NFT market. Any male would be delighted to own a digital representation of one of these alien Helens of Troy. And of course, who but Rick should be at his side? Who else but the god-like scientist who deserved to have dominion over every living being in existence?

“If you have a minute, E–” Rick began, then stopped. “You do have a minute, don’t you? As the owner and CEO of X, PayPal, SpaceX, Tesla, OpenAI, Neuralink, xAI, Midjourney, OpenSea, Adult Swim, Dogecoin, McDonald’s, Fox News, The Joe Rogan Experience, Funko Pops, Discord, and Harmontown, I realize that your time is so precious that one second with you is worth ten kilos of fine Neptunian gold.”

Once more, Elon flashed his iconic boyish grin. “Rick, don’t you know me by now? If I weren’t a man of science who understood the natural disasters that it would cause, I would stop the world from spinning on its axis just to spend another minute in your presence.”

Rick responded with a flushed smile, then pressed a button on the side of the display. “Then allow me to demonstrate.”

When a set of steel doors slid open, a girl robot emerged from the storage space. I guess she was attractive for a girl. In her extended arms, she held a glass case piled high with shimmering jewels.

“This is a scale model of one of our Plutonian wives,” Rick said intelligently, lifting the case from her hands. “In preparation for our mission, I’ve amassed a fine collection of intergalactic space jewelry.”

Rick typed in a code to unlock the case: 42069. 420 and 69 were Rick’s favorite numbers, as well as Elon’s. The gemstones glinted in the light as the lid clicked open. Rick attached the earrings and kissed the robot’s ears, slid on the bracelets and kissed her wrists, and strung on the necklace and kissed her neck. He looked amazing in that jewelry.

“Well, Rick, this calls for quite the celebration,” E said cheerfully. “Should we celebrate with a bottle of Twitterian space wine?

“Of course,” Rick said with a wink. “What do you think I stashed in the wine cooler?”

Rick pressed a button on the wall, causing a drawer to slide out with a hiss and a cloud of steam. The steam dissipated to reveal a sparkling bottle of golden wine and two identical glasses with Rick and Elon’s names etched into the side. Rick handed Elon one of the glasses, the surface reflecting his Adonis-like visage.

“Let’s take this to the lounge, shall we?” Rick said. “I could use some quality time with my technological muse, the scientist whose mere existence transformed my life the second I laid eyes upon him.”

“Ah, but the feeling is mutual,” Elon confessed. “When I first saw you in that Tesla board meeting and realized that you had invested in our stock, I knew that I had reached the defining moment of my career, the pinnacle of achievement that made everything else seem like watching an orangutan pissing into a lake.”

“Your affections charm and dazzle me,” Rick responded. “I may go on adventures alone when you’re busy transforming X into history’s greatest social media empire, but I confess that my travels are incomplete without you by my side.”

“I will have to take a break from X to join you on the next mission,” E said with a nod. “After all, we have not yet had sex with all the hot babes in the universe. We’ve had sex with most of them, this is true, but I’m sure there are far-off corners of the galaxy that have yet to hear the legend of Rick and Elon: a hundred years, a hundred more, our friendship extending into eternity.”

A few minutes later, the two of them were reclining in a lounge furnished with plush velvet couches, Greek statues of famous scientists, and a bubbling hot tub. Rick and Elon had slept with many hot alien chicks in this lounge, but they didn’t really enjoy it even though they were both straight. One might say that they were super-straight. It was a special type of straight that only their genius minds could possess.

Elon and Musk clinked their glasses before they each took a drink. “While we’re here, should we engage in some meta commentary?” E said with a sly chuckle.

“Of course,” Rick said, straightening to look at the reader. “I would like to say that the author of this fic is an incredibly handsome, virile, and heterosexual man, and if I were gay and he were gay–which we’re not, of course–I would love to take my pants off and sit on his face while he recites mathematical theorems.”

“I concur,” E said with a tilt of his head. “I also find this author to be quite attractive, brilliant and god-like, and although I’m super-straight, I would be up for a threesome with you, him, and I in a truck stop bathroom while some other guys watch.”

“Truly, that would be the spectacle of a lifetime,” Rick said with a charming, boyish grin. “Of course, this is impossible because I’m straight as well as white and neurotypical, and whenever I said otherwise, I was in fact performing a social experiment on my audience.”

“I, too, have done such a thing,” Elon agreed. “And Birdrick is platonic, is it not?”

“Birdrick is indeed platonic. Anyone who thought that scene was gay needs to watch some gay porn and learn what ‘gay’ really means, which this author does on a regular basis.”

They nodded in agreement, then drank their glittering space wine as the sun set outside the ship, casting the inside of the lounge in a deep, romantic glow. Rick lit a set of Tesla candles powered by Teslectricity, a new form of electricity that Musk had patented. The lights shimmered and flickered as if the candles were about to explode any second.

Orange light shined on the surface of the water bubbling in the hot tub. “It’s growing warm in here,” Rick said, fanning himself with his strong yet elegant hand. “I think I need to remove a few layers. Excuse me, E, while I change into something other than my iconic lab coat.”

Rick disappeared into another room and returned a few minutes later, wearing only a bathrobe. Elon rubbed the back of his neck as he found himself sweating. Suddenly, the temperature seemed to have increased a hundred degrees.

“I believe that I will also remove a few layers,” E stated. “Excuse me for a moment.”

E disappeared into the same room, which had several robes and outfits in his size just in case he lost his clothes for some weird reason. The room also held outfits for other prominent male scientists, plus Dan Harmon. The room had no clothing for womenfolk because they’re gross and dumb.

When Elon returned, Rick sat on the edge of the hot tub, drawing circles in the surface of the water with his toe as he swirled the remainder of the wine in his glass. His eyes were lowered with an expression that one could almost consider lustful–his thoughts full of girlies, no doubt, even though they scarcely deserved a moment of his attention.

“I’m thinking about taking a dip in the hot tub,” Rick said. “Would you care to join me?”

“Of course,” E said, already removing his robe. “I desire nothing else in this moment.”

—

HAHA noobs, you thought you had it all figured out, didn’t you? You thought this was going to lead to some gay shit? Well, I’ll tell you what happens. Rick and Elon PLATONICALLY sit in the hot tub together. That’s all that they do. And they talk about all the babes that they’re going to make out with when Rick gets his crap on Pluto set up. Yeah, that’s right, libpukes: Rick likes GIRLS even though they’re stupid and dumb and don’t understand Rick and Morty! No one will ever understand Rick Sanchez like I do! Not Elon Musk, despite his unfathomable brilliance! Not Dan Harmon, despite his magnificent beard! No one but me, Steve White, the man of every scientist’s dreams!

Anyway, I just proved to you that the woke crowd took over the writers’ room and made Rick something he’s not. This story is more accurate and in character than every episode from seasons 5-7 put into a blender, spun around and spewed onto a plate like a horse vomit smoothie. Rick was once a manly, masculine man–a man’s man, you might say–before they turned him into a twink like they’re challenging the audience to jerk off to him.

I told the guys in my Elon Musk server “Wow, Rick and Morty has been a real jerkoff machine lately, huh?” and they said “No? Not really?” and I said “What show are you watching? Rick and Morty has been a total jerkoff machine” and one guy said “Yeah, I agree with you, I jack it to Rick on the regular” and I said “Haha, I was just fucking with you guys! It was another social experiment! I’m a master manipulator! I’m the real-life Rick! What’s gay about what I said? While you queers jack it to Rick in a gay way, I’m going to jack off to Rick to PROVE TO MYSELF that I’m STRAIGHT!!!”

I got banned from the server for a week, and I had so much time on my hands that I decided I’d pop back in and give Tumblr another textual ass-crushing. The server’s going to be so proud of me when I tell them what I did. Elon would be proud. Dan Harmony-to-my-ears would be proud. And Rick would DEFINITELY be proud. If my Rick Sanchez body pillow were animated, he’d look directly into my eyes and whisper to me as tears of joy stream down my face.

Oh my God, forget it. Why am I still wasting my time with you idiots? You have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.

[elijahseeks]

Rick and Morty Season 8 wishlist:

Rick and Morty kill Elon Musk

[fandomwe1rd0]

While I hated his cameo, Elon Musk's cameo in Rick and Morty was probably a dude bro's wettest dream. And totally stuck it to those woke people! (Ignore the fact that Rick is autistic and most of the main cast is queer)

[jackanthony1]

[thecyancat]

yeah, that's good question actually! why do corporate boards of directors say yes to these things when they weren't intending to sell the company? especially looking at the track record of all the businesses he's bought and driven into the ground? wouldn't keeping an incredibly successful corporation running and thus continuing to grow and profit, be in the long run more lucrative than selling and getting a bunch of money immediately in one go, but then never profitting from it again, just worse?

oh. right. this is capitalism, of climate change fame. long term thinking does not exist.

[lolothesilly]

"the new norm" rips the living room from "all in the family" almost exactly and its deeply funny to me

like i know tnn is SUPPOSED to be hugely inspired by aitf but its driving me crazy how thats THE SAME ROOM. right down to the little wall-hanging between the closet and stairs.

for context: all in the family was a show from the 1970s about archie bunker (a conservative white man), his simple but kindhearted wife edith, his progressive daughter and her husband, and various neighbors including a black couple and a feminist couple

the WHOLE SHOW is lightly making fun of archie, how he's stuck in his ways and out of touch, and how despite genuinely caring about his family he alienates everyone with his bigoted beliefs. it's a really interesting character study honestly

apparently even (or especially) back when this was airing, there were people who thought archie was the hero and not the butt of the joke. the rick sanchez problem is nothing new. it's just astounding to me how many people refuse to engage even an ounce of critical thinking.

anyway AITF season 1 is free on youtube, watch that (or literally anything else) instead of elon musk's cringe ass garbage

[liddell-fish]

Yes I am a Freak.

(Tw: mentions of paraphilia, corpses, death and shotacon)

About Me:

Hello, I'm Liddell. I was born October 16th, 1993.

I'm an aegosexual demiboy. I am a paraphile (fictophilia, shotacon, and necrophilia). I do not think having a paraphilia makes you a bad person, so long as you do not act on the harmful ones and are seeking proper help with them. I am also Proship/anti harassment. I'm an anrcho communist with some extremist views. (It's all for the greater good™.) Intersectional feminist still in the process of learning and unlearning.

My kins

Fictional kins

Janet (The Good Place)

Shirotani (Ten Count)

Keiichi Maebara (Higurashi When they cry)

Sal Fisher (Sally Face)

Korekiyo Shinguji (DR:V3)

Agatha Knife (Agatha Knife)

Wei Wuxian (MZDS)

Opal (Jack Straubers Opal)

Other kins

Corpse kin

Zombie kin

Ghost kin

My F/Os

Eddie Gluskin (Outlast: Whistleblower)

Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty)

Eric Cartman (South Park)

Harold (Both TD and Totaldramarama)

Ichimatsu Matsuno (Osomatsu-san)

You know what, all six Matsuno Brothers.

Lloyd de Saloum (I was reincarnated as the 7th Prince)

Hans Christian Andersen (Fate series)

Giles De Rais (Fate series)

Likes

Death, corpses, the macabre

Horror

Guro

Queer romance

Sadomasochism

Sharp objects

Farming sims

Adult animated comedies

Anime about little boys in teeny tiny shorts

Tabletop roleplaying

Swimming

Dislikes

Bigots of all shades

Antis

Elon Musk

People who don't like musicals and have to make that opinion known to EVERYONE

Irl children

The cocaine shits

DNI

Minors (would prefer no one under 25 really)

Antis

Zionists

People who are "neutral" to the Palestinian genocide

"Vote Blue No Matter Who" Dems

Baptists

Bigots/trumpies/nazis

Terfs,Tirfs,swerfs, ECT...

Gender essentialists & trans meds

People for whom my blog may be unsafe for.

[ao3feed-moonknight]

Skibidi crossover

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Zugl7o8 by justtin_loooves_tyler Words: 11, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Real Person Fiction, Mouthwashing (Video Game), F is for Family (Cartoon), Five Nights at Freddy's, Slipknot (Band), Hollywood Undead (Band), Green Day, Dave the Barbarian, Nirvana (US Band), Call of Duty (Video Games), My Little Pony, Moon Knight (TV 2022), Lush - Mitski (Album), Hello Kitty - All Media Types, Family Guy (Cartoon), Good Omens (TV), Toy Story (Movies), Doctor Who, Iron Maiden (Band), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Stranger Things (TV 2016), Shaun of the Dead (2004), Hot Fuzz (2007), Toyota Corolla "Hatsune Miku" Commercials, Rick and Morty, Popee the Performer (Anime), Sally Face (Video Games), Bully (Video Games), Dangan Ronpa Series, Fortnite (Video Game), Beyoncé Knowles (Musician), The Backyardigans, Total Drama (Cartoon), Total DramaRama (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Rose Tyler, Justin (Total Drama), Jimmy Hopkins, Jimmy Hopkins's Mother, Peter "Petey" Kowalski, Gary Smith, Derby Harrington, Bif Taylor Relationships: Sexual Offenderman/Morty Smith, Lois Griffin/Bonnie Swanson, Frank Murphy/Susan "Sue" Murphy (F is for Family), Freddy Fazbear & Hatsune Miku, Hatsune Miku/Kagamine Len, Kaito/Kamui Gakupo, Pissmaster | Eugene Michael Piss/Rick Sanchez, Larry the Cucumber/Rick Sanchez, Ed/Shaun Riley, Liz/Shaun Riley, Joe Biden/Donald Trump, Elon Musk/Donald Trump, Kamala Harris/Melania Trump, Joe Biden/Kamala Harris/Donald Trump, Jill Biden/Melania Trump, Jill Biden/Joe Biden, Jill Biden/Kamala Harris, William Afton | Dave Miller/Joe Biden, Joe Biden/Springtrap (Five Nights at Freddy's), Alejandro Burromuerto/Noah, Alejandro Burromuerto/Justin, Justin/Noah (Total Drama), Gwen/Heather (Total Drama), Tommy Hagan/Billy Hargrove, Rose Tyler/Rose Tyler, Jimmy Hopkins/Gary Smith, Peter "Petey" Kowalski/Gary Smith, Jimmy Hopkins/Peter "Petey" Kowalski/Gary Smith, Jimmy Hopkins/Peter "Petey" Kowalski, Derby Harrington/Bif Taylor read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Zugl7o8

[dirty-bear-rick-sanchez]

That’s good point! Every time I see one of those memes I’m just like

[thesoftboiledegg]

Elon Musk pounds his fifth beer, sweat beading on his forehead as he frantically calls the Adult Swim office again. His fingers are sore from dialing. "Five minutes," he thinks desperately. "I've got five minutes before the premiere airs and I can convince them to make Justin the King of Animation again." No one answers. Angry tears blind his vision. When the episode starts, he turns on the TV to see Rick hitting an animated Elon Musk over the head with a steam deck.

[hazelnut-u-out]

i ALWAYS cry when i watch s3e7 (”The Ricklantis Mixup”). it’s just so real, raw, and hopeless to watch. i’ll probably make another post to go more in-depth about it, but it’s specifically the factory plotline that makes me bawl. 

it’s such a gritty and realistic portrayal of the working class in a capitalist society. it stabs me in the gut every time i watch j-22 beg for a way off of the citadel- a way out of this capitalist hellscape of wealth disparity and social inequality he’s dedicated his life to for the last 15 years... 

“don’t you get it?! they told us we were special because we were Ricks but they stripped us of anything that made us unique!”

the government over the citadel regulates portal-tech, not allowing lower-class Ricks and Morty’s access to any legal ways off of the citadel without climbing the socioeconomic ladder- which is virtually impossible to do. they’re stuck in cycles of poverty and class division, and there’s nothing they can do to escape.

it just hits a little too close to home...

[audiobook-mike]

I don’t hate-hate Elon Musk (there are much worse people to hate on) but I do hate people who suck his dick like he’s Tony Stark or Rick Sanchez

[possumcollege]

The important thing to take away from the lives of people like Kissinger is that they aren't one-offs. He may have been a particularly perfect storm of narcissism, ambition, and cruelty but there are so many like him that just never make it into such advantageous circles. It can feel like a relief when one leaves us but their legacies become levers for those like him who are still among us, for the next Kissinger, the next charismatic figure who can play that great sucking vacuum of empathy off as an eccentric byproduct of rare intelligence that sees The Bigger Picture. He's a character that belongs in the "You missed the point by idolizing them" meme alongside Tyler Durden and Rick Sanchez. Their Big Picture is a self portrait and the world is just fucking wrong if it isn't one they got to make and control. It's Elon Musk, it's Mitch McConnell, Jeff Bezos, Mark Zuckerberg. These are sociopaths, born on third base, working their way into positions of wealth and power on the coattails of luck and a couple successful ideas, gassed-up by the enthusiasm of other delusional rich people, and riding that wave straight to well-tailored hell as The Smartest Boy In the World.

The best thing we can do is mercilessly call these people out for what they are as often as possible. While that may do little to affect their status among the people who value cutthroat cynicism and Randian Ideals, it can certainly serve as a point of reference for legislators (if there are still any that actually attempt to represent human beings) if the next rising star tows a permanent comet's tail of well-documented lies, graft, failure, and public derision for having the gall to pretend they're anything but a well-fed bonfire of bullshit. Actual cow shit burns pretty well under the right conditions but given an alternative it's not what most of us would choose to cook with. The people who raise figures like Kissinger to power need to be reminded of that stink every single day of their lives. We may not achieve a Star Trek Socialist utopia by simply annoying the living hell out of politicians and the ruling class but if there is something these living voids of empathy truly deserve, it's an inescapable presence of people who actually value life marking them as a threat to continued human existence. Like a ring of mongooses harassing a snake. While a snake does have a right to live and eat too, it doesn't deserve to do so without resistance, or to kill off every creature that isn't helping it wipe all snake-eating creatures from the face of the earth.

They will play up our disgust as ignorance, as short-sightedness, as jealousy. While it can feel very cathartic to be petty, sarcastic, and hyperbolic, the best course of action may be to make sure the evidence of their harm never sleeps. They must be made to drag the corpses of their failures and their victims every day. Narcissists of this caliber will confidently do their damage right out in the open because in their hearts, they cannot be wrong. When called out they'll lie, or try to gaslight us by insisting we're foolishly mistaken or we're twisting their words. They must be fed a constant diet of resistance. Convincing them they're wrong or evil is likely impossible but their life force is constant validation. They suffocate without deference, admiration, approval, and sympathy. It's so vital to them that they preach to their followers a gospel of "flak is heaviest when you're directly over the target," that they're so heavily opposed because they're challenging the status quo, but every one of them requires that entrenched, incestuous, and concentrated network of privelige and exploitation to thrive. They need to be outnumbered, and the spark of their charisma smothered by reminding each other how selfish, cruel, and toxic they really are.

I'm sure there are people who mourn him for some endearing quality I've never seen. I wish those people peace. But more so, I hope a better, kinder, more just world learns to crush the dreams of people like Henry Kissinger before they get a chance so kill so many people.

In all seriousness, here are a few resources I think are helpful with regards to understanding just how thoroughly Henry Kissinger screwed the world over:

Kissinger by Behind the Bastards. This is a 6 part series done by the podcast Behind the Bastards, with the hosts of The Dollop on as guests. It's super funny and a very accessible foothold into understanding the scope of Kissinger's vast career.

Kissinger's Shadow by Greg Grandin. This book provides an in-depth analysis of Kissinger's tenure in the white house, covering both how he got into office, the changes he made in office, the policies he put forth, and their repercussions on the world.

ETAN's category on Kissinger. The East Timor and Indonesia action network has long been an outspoken critic of Kissinger's, and they've aggregated a lot of helpful articles here.

The Trial of Henry Kissinger by Christopher Hitchins. While Grandin's book focuses less on the specificities of Kissinger's crimes, Hitchins has no such qualms and details each of them in depth.

I truly think understanding Kissinger, the way he thought, and the things that he did, are all indispensable when it comes to understanding the modern political climate and how foreign policy works in America and therefore, by necessity, in the world at large. The sheer amount of damage he was responsible for should never be underestimated.

[takunwilliams]

rick 2020

[nikorlov]

[kriiistinuhh]

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