It took all of 136 days, but the Trump-Musk bromance finally imploded.

It was never not going to happen. Billionaires are in it not just for the billions but for their billions.

Having been shat out of Donald’s inner circle with only a golden key to show for it, Elon looks likely to spill the beans, which makes a subtle change from the Biden acolytes who just used to flick then.

I’ve got the key; I’ve got the secret. Maybe they ought to cover the song as the ‘Crooked Collective’.

That takes me back to the early nineties, which is pretty much the direction of travel of the current US economic policy.

In the tit-for-twat ping-pong, the phat government contracts and bottomless-brunch space adventuring cards have been played, and we’ve now learned that Trump has upped the ante and will be selling his Tesla car.

Donald, you’ve already paid for it, you turd.

Hissy fits aside, the Epstein innuendos could be indeed be the big, beautiful bomb. Hard to believe that the President wasn’t buzzing on a gash-grab feeding frenzy on Epstein Island, considering that he’d happily extend his pussy pincers in a regular public place that wasn’t gushing quim..

Whatever happens – and it promises entertainment max – the rules are these: it’s still fuck Musk, but let’s first watch him whack Trump.

Let the games begin.