Some people are so miserable that only a star on the Walk of Fame would cheer them up. And then there is the rest of us, we who get excited about any silly little thing made for us lovingly, for example, a personalized chainsaw! The scene with Elon Musk, wearing sunglasses, receiving a handcrafted chainsaw from Javier Milei, the world’s most rocking president, and howling during the delivery, is the most hard-rock thing I’ve seen in recent history, at least since the beginning of Metallica’s Load. It’s the Blues Brothers’ “Sweet Home Chicago” to my ears.

The chainsaw is beautiful. It was made for Milei by the Argentine artist Tute Di Tella, and it has the Argentine president’s battle cry “Viva la libertad, Carajo!” inscribed on it. Musk raised it for photographers and journalists (I’m talking about the chainsaw), and a large portion of the woke sector hit the deck trembling with fear. Then smiling like a damn lunatic he made as if cutting a hedge, or pruning a pine tree, or cutting down the government budget for buying condoms for terrorists.
If it were only an empty performance it would be just funny, but since it is real, it is also encouraging. Besides, we live in times when public opinion is made up of memes. And I can’t think of a more illustrative meme than the roar of the chainsaw.
Milei and Musk are united above all by madness and a certain social awkwardness. They get along with the masses as well as I do when I sit among engineers and programmers at a wedding. The Argentinian buries his head in economic philosophy, while Musk has fun fantasizing about gadgets that can be launched into space.
One of them entered Twitter’s headquarters with a sink and, indeed, managed to clean all the censorship and wokist filth. The other entered the Kirchnerist whorehouse of the Casa Rosada with a chainsaw and left the Government, which was a jungle, looking like the pitch at the Bombonera stadium.
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