When Donald Met Elon

Trump's epic Twitter space with Elon Musk.

The anticipation for the Musk / Trump Twitter space was extraordinary.

Those of us staying up late to listen to it, either through personal interest, professional dedication, or chronic insomnia, waited for the moment like those weird nerds who queue up for hours to purchase a slightly bigger iPhone, or watch the latest woke violation of Star Wars.

Unfortunately—no doubt much like many sad souls at those events—we couldn’t get in. The space seemed to have crashed before it ever began, like one of Musk’s attempted rocket launches to Mars. ‘Interesting’, the great man himself would probably say.

With nerd-like, slightly hysterical disappointment, people neurotically posted words to the effect of ‘I can’t get in, is anyone else getting the same message?’ Yes, everyone else is getting the same message.

Cooler customers like your old friend ND took the opportunity for mischief, which included claiming I was already in the space and chatting to Elon and Donald on my own. In another post, I claimed Trump had said he ‘loved the UK’ but believed what Starmer has been doing is ‘totally wrong’.

That one I deleted after realising, this being Twitter, that people would inevitably take it seriously. Plus it probably constitutes a hate crime in Starmer’s new two-tier dystopia.

Around 49 minutes late, the space started. Musk cited a DDOS (Distributed Denial of Service) attack. I have to say, my initial reaction had been that perhaps Starmer was censoring the space in the UK as revenge for Musk’s mean tweets.