Oh how the mighty have fallen!
You’re probably sick of me going on about my Tesla, once an object of envy and desire and now of fear and ridicule. I must have mentioned how once schoolboys would point it out in the street as I went past, full of excitement and admiration? Then, they became ubiquitous and unremarkable, which was fine by me. Unfortunately, Elon has made them a symbol of something much more sinister. The memes have been coming thick and fast ever since he aligned himself with Trump, and it’s only intensified since he took charge of DOGE, or, sorry, became tech support for Trump’s vile regime.
Hence, I find myself driving to work in my Swasticar with some trepidation these days. It seems a long long time ago that I promised myself, at the start of the COVID era, that if I survived, I was going to buy myself a Tesla as a reward. It was almost mythically desirable back then.
However, when I went out to the car park last week, I was still dismayed to find a banana skin on the back of the car. I peeled it off before thinking of taking a photo, but you can see where it’s been.
The car park backs onto an intermediate school playground, so I just presumed that it was an accident, a result of some high energy food fight so typical of a youthful spirit that I vaguely remember from long ago. Alas, this is what confronted me yesterday.
Clearly I’m being targeted. I suppose I should be grateful that today’s youth aren’t going to have aged tomatoes or rotten eggs easily at hand during a normal school day. It looks like I’m going to have to get serious about acquiring some Musk denouncing bumper stickers in the near future.