World’s richest man, part-time Twitter troll, full-time rocket enthusiast, and apparently, prolific procreator Elon Musk isn’t just shooting for Mars – he’s shooting blanks everywhere else, aiming for a “legion” of mini-Musks to combat the impending doom of underpopulation. Yes, folks, while you’re struggling to afford avocado toast, Elon’s busy building a real-life, slightly less attractive version of the Duggars. This saga involves secret baby deals, hush money, a very busy “fixer,” and enough drama to make even the Kardashians blush.💅
Apparently, the key to saving humanity from extinction isn’t electric cars or colonizing Mars, but rather, Elon’s own super sperm. Because who needs government policies to boost birth rates when you have a billionaire with a God complex and a seemingly endless supply of… well, you get the picture. 💦 According to a Wall Street Journal exposé, Elon’s been offering up his genetic material like it’s Halloween candy, utilizing surrogates and orchestrating hush-hush agreements with the mothers of his offspring. This is peak “benevolent dictator” behavior, right? Saving the world, one squalling infant at a time. Move over Thanos, there’s a new population control fanatic in town.
One of the lucky ladies to catch Elon’s eye (and, presumably, other things) is 26-year-old right-wing influencer Ashley St. Clair. She birthed a son, Romulus (because why not name your kid after the founder of Rome when your dad thinks he’s founding a new human race?), whom she claims was conceived with the Musky one. Apparently, Elon was pushing for surrogates to achieve “legion-level” offspring before the apocalypse. Is this guy serious? Does he have a bunker full of canned goods and tiny Tesla Cybertrucks for the little tykes to escape the impending doom? We need answers! 🤔
Things got messy (because when do they not with Elon?) when St. Clair refused a $15 million upfront payment and $100,000 monthly allowance in exchange for signing an NDA tighter than a SpaceX rocket seal. She didn’t want her son to feel like a secret. Aw, how sweet. Too bad Elon’s ego is bigger than his rocket collection. Enter Jared Birchall, Elon’s “fixer,” who sounds like a character straight out of a spy thriller. Birchall’s job? Apparently, to make sure Elon’s baby mama drama stays under wraps. He warned St. Clair that legal action “always, always leads to a worse outcome for that woman.” Subtle. Real subtle. 😒
Birchall also helpfully informed St. Clair that other mothers, including Neuralink exec Shivon Zilis and musician Grimes (remember her?), signed similar agreements. Because nothing says “I love you” like a legally binding document forbidding you from mentioning your baby daddy’s name. Elon, the romantic. 💖
But wait, there’s more! Elon’s baby-making crusade isn’t just some weird personal quirk; it’s *strategic*. He genuinely believes civilization is doomed without more babies (preferably ones with his genius genes, obviously). So, while the rest of us are worried about climate change, Elon’s worried about a lack of mini-mes to inherit his empire. Priorities, people!
The Musk-St. Clair saga has now landed in court, where a paternity test confirmed Elon’s fatherhood with 99.9999% certainty. In true Elon fashion, he allegedly retaliated by slashing St. Clair’s monthly support. Classy. ✨
This whole situation is a dumpster fire of epic proportions. It’s a bizarre mix of dystopian sci-fi, reality TV drama, and just plain old bad parenting. But hey, at least it’s entertaining. 🍿 And who knows, maybe Elon’s right. Maybe his army of mini-Musks will be the ones to save us all. Or maybe they’ll just be really good at tweeting. Only time will tell. 🤷♀️
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