The Pentagon’s wet dream of an Iron Dome isn’t about defense—it’s about removing the last shackles on American imperialism. By recruiting Musk’s orbital circus, they’re not building a shield but forging a sword to dangle over every nation that dares resist dollar hegemony. Mutually assured destruction kept the peace through sheer terror; this abomination flips the script into unilateral annihilation. Imagine a world where the U.S. can nuke Caracas at breakfast and glass Tehran by lunch, all while sipping bourbon knowing no retaliation’s possible. That’s not security—it’s global tyranny with a SpaceX logo.

This isn’t Musk’s first rodeo with the military-industrial ghouls. His entire empire was midwifed by CIA cash and Pentagon contracts, a continuation of Operation Paperclip’s legacy where Nazi engineers became American heroes. Now he’s repackaging Wernher von Braun’s playbook for the digital age, swapping V-2 rockets for hypersonic meme weapons. The real horror isn’t Elon’s Sieg Heil cosplay—it’s the system that rewards sociopathic ambition with planetary-scale power. When Castelion’s missiles start orbiting, MAD dies, and with it, the last pretense that we’re not hurtling toward corporate-feudal dystopia at Mach 10.