I asked Chat GPT: Please recast the argument between Donald Trump and Elon Musk as a scene from a play by William Shakespeare.<\/p>\n
It came up … er … ‘Trumps’<\/p>\n
A Scene from<\/em><\/strong> The Tempest of Tech and Throne<\/em> DONALDUS<\/strong> ELONIUS<\/strong> DONALDUS<\/strong> ELONIUS<\/strong> DONALDUS<\/strong> ELONIUS<\/strong> DONALDUS<\/strong> ELONIUS<\/strong> (aside)<\/em> Exeunt, their feud echoing through the digital wind.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I asked Chat GPT: Please recast the argument between Donald Trump and Elon Musk as a scene from a play by William Shakespeare. It came up … er … ‘Trumps’ A Scene from The Tempest of Tech and Throne Act … Continue reading
\nAct III, Scene II<\/strong>
\nA courtyard in the realm of public opinion. Enter DONALDUS, the exiled King, and ELONIUS, a merchant alchemist and master of flying chariots.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nWhat rogue is this that mounts the stars in steel,
\nYet scorns the hand that lifted him aloft?
\nI made thee, knave! When Fortune’s tide ran low,
\n‘Twas I who lent the gale to fill thy sails.<\/p>\n
\nThou err\u2019st, great Trump, for I did chart my stars
\nLong ere thy golden tower cast its shade.
\nThy boast is but the echo of thy pride,
\nNot coin from which I forged my wondrous works.<\/p>\n
\nAye, silver-tongu\u00e8d serpent! In days gone past,
\nDidst thou not whisper praises in my hall?
\n\u201cMost noble Donaldus,\u201d thou didst proclaim,
\n\u201cThe sun itself doth envy thy bright reign.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nIn truth, I flattered where I feared thy wrath,
\nAs courtiers do when kings grow tempest-toss\u2019d.
\nYet now the realm hath eyes to see thy guise\u2014
\nA jester crowned, whose crown sits much askew.<\/p>\n
\nThou art but a knave in merchant\u2019s garb,
\nA peddler of toys and tongues of flame.
\nThy wagons fly, yet still thou canst not flee
\nThe ire of kings nor truth of loyalty.<\/p>\n
\nBetter to craft new worlds than serve a fool.
\nThy realm is tweets, thine armies bots and boasts.
\nWouldst wage a war of words? Then have at thee\u2014
\nBut know, my ships reach stars thine eyes can’t see.<\/p>\n
\nIngratitude! A sin most foul and deep!
\nGo then, false Elonius\u2014fly far and fast!
\nYet mark me well: no throne awaits in space,
\nNor shall the people crown a lord of code.<\/p>\n
\nThe stars are silent, yet more just than kings.
\nThis play of power ends\u2014I’ll write new scenes.<\/p>\n