Grok and The ADL

The bottle's half-empty already, sweat beading on the glass like tears on a whore's cheek, and the room spins with the stink of yesterday's regrets. Charlie Kirk's gone, plugged full of lead on some sun-baked campus stage

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, his voice cut short mid-rant, and the world's boiling over like cheap whiskey left too long on the stove. Folks out there, the ones with calluses on their souls from scraping by, they're spitting fire at the left—the whole rotten machine of it, gears grinding down the little guy till he's dust. And the ADL? Oh, they're neck-deep in the shit now, no exception, their pristine suits splattered with the mud they slung first. They pinned that "extremist" tag on his crew, Turning Point, like a scarlet letter on a sinner who dared whisper against the script

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, and now the backlash is a freight train barreling down, horns screaming.Elon's in the fray, that wild-eyed rocket man with his finger on the pulse of the pissed-off, dragging it all into the light like a junkie hauling his veins out for the world to see. He calls 'em out, and suddenly the ADL's scrambling, scrubbing their maps clean, dropping that hate-group label faster than a barfly drops his last quarter on the pool table