Buh Bye, Netflix!

Have you noticed that Elon Musk's SpaceX rockets have been firing off flawlessly since he renounced Liberalism and embraced Conservatism?

Too much of a stretch?  

"It's twue, how twue," as Tweety Bird used to say.  Musk's Falcon 9's were blowing up and going off course and draining $Millions from this new effort.  And then, Musk saw "The Light."  He discovered that voting for idealism, which is what the Democrats offer, is like cotton candy.  It tastes good initially, then melts away, just when you need it most.  

Like a Snowflake.

Musk realized this when the BoyGuv of Taxifornia declared that our children no longer belong to us.  They're wards of his State.  To do with as he pleases.  In fact, if they wish to swap genders in school, they're encoured to do so and the Gubmint won't tell you!  So Musk, who has somewhere around a dozen kids, took umbrage.  So much so he bolted Taxifornia and took Tesla and SpaceX with him.  

$Billions in tax revenue the Swells in Sacrascrewyou had planned to redistribute, just melted away...

And he bought Twitter.  To restore the Freedom of Speech, he said.  Remamed it "X," fired 80% of its bloated staff, and made it the "Peoples' Town Hall."  Which simulfriggintaneously made him the enemy of the Silicon Valley set, and the friend of every Freedom Loving American.  In fact, this one act could have saved our Freedom of Speech.  Which has been nearly erased after four years of "Progressivism."

And then he met Trump.  And the rest, as they say, is history.  Not "herstory," history.  He immediately put it all on the line, as he did with Tesla and PayPal and Solar City and The Boring Company and Starlink and NeuroLink, and threw in with Conservatism.  Small Gubmint, strong military, borders locked down tight, low taxes, well-funded police, punishment meted out for crimes committed, and the restoration of individual Rights.  

Oh yeah, and let's cut $Two Trillion Dollars off our Annual Budget.  

As the old saying goes, "The Lord helps those who help themselves."  The price of Musk's stock shot up the day after the Election.  He invested about $150 Million helping The Trumpster get elected.  And he gained another $37 Billion in share value the day after.  Just in Tesla alone.  

The largest such one-day increase in personal wealth in the history of the world.

And then there's Reid Hastings.  He was a co-founder of Netflix.  The used-to-be-rent-it-and-mail-it-back video company that now streams its stuff exclusively.  To 337 million people, worldwide.  And as the 2nd largest such service on Earth, they usually do a pretty good job.  Up until the time Mr. Hastings gave Mzzzz. Harris $1,000,000.  Of his subscribers' money.  

His company immediately dumped 7,000,000 subscribers.  And 4% of its share value.  Hmmm...

And then came that Friday night.  It seems they managed to find the ex-World's Fiercest Boxer when he was old and needed the dough, and set up an "exibition" boxing match at AT&T Stadium.  That's where the World (In)Famous Cowboys play football.

Badly.

So anyway, after two years of preparation, the match finally came off.  And you'd think everyone would be as ready as humanly possible.  One company even paid $2,000,000 for 30 ringside seats!  They were certainly ready.  And one would assume the boxers would be ready.  In fact, everyone was ready.  

But Netflix.  

The match was 8 x 2-minute rounds.  And 65,000 fans showed up to see it.  Expecting, I'm guessing, to witness a 57 year-old ex-champ, with a 49 - 11 record, who hadn't fought a round of boxing in 27 years, to show this YouTube influencer a thing or two.  We would have to think Tyson thought he could compete, even though he was fighting a 27 year-old kid.  Or he so desperately needed the $Cash, or maybe the attention, that he was willing to embarrass himself on international TV.  And he certainly did.

And so did Netflix.

Netflix has a $33.7 Billion Dollar share value.  And one would think they'd be ready for anything.  What a joke!  I spent 45 minutes and watched most of 3 rounds.  The rest of the time the video was searching for the signal.  The picture just stopped.  Pixelated.  Searching.  I stared at it.  Nothing.  

From what I could see Tyson was getting spanked so I went to bed.  I learned the next morning I was right; Tyson lost, but earned $20,000,000.  Paul won, and took home $80,000,000.  The Stadium took in $16,700,000, the most in non-football ticket sales in history.  The final match didn't even start until 11:00 p.m. CDT.  

Who dreamed up this fustercluck, anyway?  

This put me in the mind of what an evening at Rome's Colleseum must have been like.  Just people debasing themselves, both the watchers, and the watchees, for $Money. 

Oh yeah, Reid Hastings cost Netflix more than $4,000,000,000 (with a "B") of his subscribers' money.  

I've cancelled Netflix.  You do as you like...

Epilogue:  I just read our boy Reid Hastings is actively looking for an overseas pad.  Looks like the Almost New America isn't suited for him.  Or maybe he for it.  He said he's following Sharon Stone and headed to Europe.  Or maybe Asia.  Or Africa.  Anywhere but the New America.  To which I say, thank you, Mr. Trump!  

This "Winning" thing is fun!