Cliched evil tech bros in Hollywood movies nowhere near as bad as Musk

THE cliched internet billionaires on private islands in movies never went so far as to call for race war across a continent, audiences have observed. 

Amoral tech bros, who replaced the 1980s slicked-back hair Wall Street profiteers as Hollywood’s favourite villains, usually intend to corner a new technology to hugely enrich themselves as opposed to openly demanding civil war.

Viewer Nathan Muir said: “Yeah, reality’s kind of raced away from fiction on this one.

“The bad guy buying an entire communications network in, I dunno, Iron Man 4 would have some clever plan involving mass surveillance and control. He wouldn’t just shout ‘RACE WAR!’ like an EDL member freshly released from HMP Styal.

“In the movies they’re smarter than everyone but the hero. In real life Musk doesn’t seem to be able to see through a fake Daily Telegraph headline created by a bigot from Bolton.

“Maybe there’s some long-term Machiavellian plan and posting total bollocks on Twitter is merely a cover to distract us all. Ah, I see he’s spending tonight arse-licking that half-wit who fluked his way to being president. So maybe not.”

Screenwriter Helen Archer said: “You couldn’t get a three-act structure from Musk. First he’s too evil, and second he’s f**king thick.”

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This beach was all tits before your generation and your bloody smartphones, father tells son

A FATHER disappointed at an Algarve beach without a single topless sunbather has placed the blame firmly on his son’s prick generation and their phones. 

Tom Booker, aged 50, told 14-year-old Dan that before Generation Z came along with their ubiquitous cameras and their social media the sand was a riot of exposed breasts.

He continued: “There wasn’t a boob covered. Didn’t want the tan lines, you see. So it was bikinis off and nary a breath of modesty.

“The 80s and 90s I’d stroll up the beach for an ice-cream I didn’t want and just drink it in. Every age, every size, all there proud and unadorned as nature intended. Magnificent. Made you glad to be alive.

“Even girls you knew wouldn’t think twice. Your Auntie Shona, you know, your mum’s friend who’s not really your auntie, she’d whap them out like it was no big deal and I’d be there, eyes wide, thanking God for my mirrored Oakleys.

“It was a wonderful time, until you dicks ruined it all with your omnipresent cameras and your shared-around-the-world-in-a-second. And I tell you what else, the birds didn’t have all these f**king tattoos.”

Son Dan said: “I can’t support Dad’s kink of wanting to see titties in real life. Breasts should be digital and anonymous.”