@GovPressOffice@GavinNewsom Not the move from you or your dog shit media team. You’re a prick & so far removed from your constituents. This press office media page thumbnail literally has a crown on your head. You say no kings & yet you’ve crowned yourself the king of corruption. Do your job!
Gavin, you narcissistic, fucking cipher...
the mirror you’re simpering into isn’t flattering you, it’s indicting you.
Patrick Bateman isn’t some quirky ’80s Wall Street pretty-boy meme you can cosplay for clicks.
He is the distilled pathology of late-stage American excess:
a Harvard-educated investment banker sculpted from pure void, a man whose entire existence is a ritual of surfaces...designer suits razor-sharp enough to draw blood, skin regimens more obsessive than a cult, business cards that trigger existential meltdowns because the font isn’t quite right.
Underneath that porcelain mask?
A sadistic void who butchers prostitutes, colleagues, and random strangers with a chainsaw, an axe, a nail gun, all while monologuing about Huey Lewis and the News or the perfect crudo.
Bret Easton Ellis wrote him as satire so surgical it still bleeds:
the ultimate indictment of Reagan-era yuppie culture where empathy is extinct, status is god, and human beings are interchangeable props in your private slaughterhouse of the soul.
You think the comparison is just cheekbones and slicked hair?
That’s the surface-level flex your comms team probably green-lit while jerking off to focus groups.
The real reason the internet has been carving your face onto Bateman’s body since that Jon Karl interview last October...is psychological, pathological, and lethal in its precision.
You are the same archetype, Governor.
A polished sociopath in bespoke tailoring, marinated in inherited wealth and Getty-adjacent glamour, who treats the rotting carcass of California like his personal vanity project.
Homeless encampments metastasizing across your state while you preach “equity” from your multimillion-dollar wine-country compound?
That’s Bateman ordering another $800 bottle of water and lecturing the waiter on mineral content.
Skyrocketing crime, businesses fleeing like rats from a sinking yacht, billions in “homeless funding” vanishing into the ether while you pose for magazine covers?
That’s Bateman meticulously folding a blood-soaked raincoat after another night of carnage, then showing up to the office with a million-dollar smile and zero fucking conscience.
The psychology is textbook, Gavin.
Narcissistic Personality Disorder with a heavy sociopathic overlay:
grandiosity that demands you turn a viral roast into your own humble-brag selfie moment, lack of empathy so profound that human suffering registers only as a PR inconvenience, and a pathological need for mirroring...hence this desperate post, fishing for validation while the replies eviscerate you.
Bateman didn’t just kill; he performed normalcy so flawlessly that no one noticed the screams.
You perform “progressive savior” so flawlessly that the media still genuflects while the body count...literal and metaphorical...piles up in the streets you govern.
You’re not carving up hookers in your apartment but you are carving up the future of an entire state with policies that reek of the same emotional anesthesia:
detached, performative, lethal to everyone beneath your class.
So keep leaning into the likeness, you smug, empty-suited fraud.
The joke isn’t on the meme-makers.
It’s on the people dumb enough to keep electing a man whose soul is as hollow as Bateman’s after a three-hour monologue about the perfect morning routine.
The resemblance isn’t skin-deep, Governor.
It’s marrow-deep.
And the American Psycho staring back at you from that side-by-side isn’t laughing with you.
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🚨 HOLY CRAP! The GOP just released a DEVASTATING ad against US Texas Senate candidate Jasmine Crockett. Absolutely brutal.
CROCKETT: "I challenge somebody to go and find a clip of a Democrat invoking violence!"
ALSO CROCKETT: "You punch [...] We about to beat you down!"
And 20 total examples right there.
Boom.