Toddler-in-Chief
Late Night Tweets and Market Bleats
Elon’s brand of leadership is a sippy cup filled with chaos, shaken, not stirred.
Today on Mixtape
A lullaby for those sleepless nights when President-Elect Elon's Twitter tantrums move markets and emerald mines fund digital playground fights. Because nothing says "executive function" quite like posting through naptime.
When your CEO needs a timeout but has admin privileges instead.
They YankoBoop
Toddler-in-Chief.
Starring
One very special boy's digital playpen
Several exhausted board members
The complete collection of "Past Bedtime Pronouncements"
Moby's increasingly concerned market analysis
Multiple attempts at adult supervision
Special Appearances Considered
Corporate governance's babysitting bills
The ghost of stable management past
One very expensive social media platform's meltdown
Naptime's greatest hits
Democracy's daycare receipts
Now streaming on Spotify, Apple Music, and wherever else market stability gets its bedtime story.
Some Context
In the latest episode of "toddlers who tweet," we witness the fascinating collision of corporate leadership and tantrum diplomacy. When your platform governance comes with a sippy cup and "Free Speech" takes on playground rules.
#ToddlerInChief #NapTimeNegotiations #CEOTimeOut #MarketMeltdowns #CorporateKindergarten #VerySpecialManagement #MobyJudgesYourTantrums #WhenTweetsBoomerang #PremiumPlaytime #DigitalDaycare circa December 2024
December 2024
Toddler-in-Chief
That trust fund tot with golden spoon, Tweeting tantrums at the moon, Posting past bedtime, way past nine, Makey markets rise and decline? Drop his toy rocket, crash the nation's brain, Grab the power, Cause the pain, Rise to rule through Twitter fights? Oh – emerald mines gave him rights! The Toddler-in-Chief! The Twitter King! Stomps and screams through everything! By naptime crashed the markets down, Just to wear his "special boy" crown! And every day while adults retreat, He's in his playpen, posting tweet by tweet, The nation's watching, struck with dread, "Won't someone put this boy to bed?"