Here we go again, might be a genius but he cannot check facts.

Same old shit, folks. Our boy’s swallowing the @Inevitablewest line like a chump—hook, sinker, and a fistful of corporate lies. The real story’s got teeth, but it’s not quite the fairy tale he’s drooling over. Government comes slinking in, greasy paws out, begging for a back door to iCloud like some two-bit voyeur. Apple, bless their shiny little souls, tells ‘em to fuck off. But here’s the kicker—they didn’t just flip the bird and call it a day. No, they yanked encryption for the UK right out of the game. Option’s gone, poof, like a junkie’s last dime. Didn’t cave to the suits, sure, but they still bent the knee just enough to keep the machine humming. Close, but not quite, you gullible bastards.

But hold up, you naive little Apple-polishing drones—guess what? Does this mean the UK government’s got its grubby mitts wrist-deep in your precious data? Fuck no, it doesn’t. It just means your shiny phone’s sitting there buck-naked, no encryption to hide its tender bits. So when the pigs nab you and some wig-wearing judge rubber-stamps it—only then, mind you, not without that sweet legal nod—then the coppers can rummage through your digital dirty laundry. No secret keys for the suits, just a wide-open door if you’re dumb enough to get caught. Chew on that, you simpering tech serfs.

So here we are again, knee-deep in the same steaming pile of bullshit, and now that fucking genius Elon Musk—yeah, you, you insufferable cunt—is slinging it around like it’s gospel truth. Elon, you smug, overrated prick, you’ve got a rap sheet of sins piling up, and the world’s about done with your shit. Patience is wearing thin, you hear me? That fat stack of cash only buys you so much rope before the noose tightens, and you’re out there scribbling checks your scrawny ass can’t even dream of cashing anymore. Keep flapping that mouth, you bastard—time’s ticking, and the mob’s getting itchy.

This fucking guy, he’s literally screwing the world raw, bending it over and going to town like it’s his personal goddamn playground. Calling him a danger? That’s the limpest, most ball-less understatement this millennium’s ever puked up. This bastard’s a walking apocalypse, and we’re all just choking on the fallout while he grins like a smug little shit. Wake the fuck up!