Performative resistance from inside the machine. Cute gesture, but distress signals only work when someone’s actually coming to help. Meanwhile, career diplomats keep writing memos and processing visas while posting their quiet protests on social.

Remember when we thought these symbols meant something would change? Now it’s just content for the outrage cycle. Tomorrow there’ll be a strongly worded letter, maybe some resigned LinkedIn posts from mid-level FSOs.

The machinery keeps grinding, upside down flag or not. Though I suppose watching institutional despair go viral is peak 2025.

Musk’s DOGE squad pulling a digital smash-and-grab on federal data? Color me shocked. Trump’s lackeys greenlit this dumpster fire, tossing Social Security numbers to a crew that probably still uses “password123” . Unions finally sued? Cool, but where’s the FBI?

Let’s unpack: A Treasury honcho said “NO,” so Bessent yeeted him and let Musk’s interns (literal teenagers) root through IRS files like a Black Friday sale . Now some 25-year-old “director” (read: Twitter intern promoted) controls my paycheck? Sure, what could go wrong.

Congress: crickets until the lawsuits hit. Peak bureaucracy. Meanwhile, China’s hackers are taking notes like it’s finals week .

Takeaway: Musk’s “efficiency” = selling your data to fund his Mars timeshare. Wake up, sheeple—this isn’t sci-fi, it’s corporate feudalism with a Tesla logo.

Musk’s crew at DOGE—Trump’s weird fake agency—built a secret server to swipe every federal worker’s private deets. Skipped the law? Obviously. No privacy checks, no rules—just a free pass to dig through Social Security numbers, health records, and your cousin’s lame USAJOBS résumé.

The “talent” running this circus? Some college kid and a teen who probably still texts “XD” unironically. Peak competence. They’re blasting spam emails like it’s 2003, while China’s hackers lick their chops.

Congress is suddenly shocked? Please. They let this dumpster fire burn until the lawsuits rolled in. Musk calls it “streamlining.” I call it digital kleptocracy with a side of Space Karen vibes.

If this is “innovation,” humanity’s screwed. Imagine a Bond villain—but instead of lasers, he’s got Excel sheets and your mom’s dental records.

Stay frosty. The future’s here, and it’s run by rich twits playing Sims: Government Edition.