Odin's Fury! Trump Considers Sacrificing Tesla to the Gods of Spite!

A Red Chariot Fit for a King (or President)

Hark! It seems the Allfather has cast a shadow upon the fields of America! I Ragnar Lothbrok hear tell of Donald Trump a chieftain of sorts across the great ocean and his… 'Tesla.' A curious contraption they say powered not by the sweat of slaves or the breath of horses but by… lightning captured in a box. He bought this fiery steed a red Model S to show his favor to Elon Musk a fellow I’m told rivals even Floki in his strangeness and engineering genius. Much like how I sought alliances with King Ecbert Trump sought favor with Musk.

When Friendship Turns to Frost

But lo even the strongest shields can crack! It appears Trump's 'Musk' has dared to disagree with him on matters of coin – a 'tax bill,' they call it. Trump never one to suffer dissent (much like I with Jarl Borg eh?) has called Musk 'crazy' and threatened to sever ties like a severed head. He now considers giving away or selling his Tesla. A foolish thing to do perhaps. A wise man keeps his friends close and his enemies… well close enough to keep an eye on.

The Price of Loyalty is Always Paid

They say Musk came under fire for helping this 'Trump' slash spending. A strange notion this 'government spending.' In my day we took what we wanted and that was that! But times change I suppose. Still Trump purchased the Tesla a gesture of loyalty so it seems. He sought to defend Musk. Now look at them! At each other's throats like wolves over a scrap of meat.

A Threat as Empty as a Drunkard's Tankard?

Trump even threatens to sever contracts with Musk's 'SpaceX.' Ha! Such bravado! Reminds me of King Aelle before I gifted him the 'eagles wings'. Let us hope Musk can navigate these treacherous waters as skillfully as I navigated the seas to England. I wonder if Trump has ever tasted the sting of defeat? Perhaps a visit to Kattegat is in order… I could teach him a thing or two about humility.

Parked and Powerless: A Tesla's Lament

The Tesla sits outside the White House I am told like a captured thrall. A photo they say exists of some women sitting within. Perhaps they contemplate the folly of men and their fleeting friendships. Perhaps they wonder if they should take the car and sail to new lands! I say let them! A little adventure never hurt anyone… except maybe those who stand in their way.

The Gods are Watching

So the tale unfolds. Will Trump cast the Tesla into the sea as an offering to appease the gods of spite? Will Musk build a ship to carry him away from the land of the orange haired chieftain? Only Odin knows. But one thing is certain: this saga is far from over. And I Ragnar Lothbrok will be watching... with amusement of course. After all what is life but a series of sagas each more ridiculous than the last? As I always say: "I don't believe in the Gods. I believe in myself."