The Quote That Keeps on Giving

Bessent just won't let up on Gavin Newsom—he's torching the guy again from Davos with one of the most brutal, layered takedowns yet. In his Politico interview, Treasury Secretary Scott Bessent torches Gavin Newsom over him running his mouth despite his lack of any meaningful achievments. It's a must see!

"I think Gavin Newsom may be cracking up with some of these things he's saying. I think he may be in over his hairdo. And, you know, being on the national stage is very different than being governor of California, you know, with no signature achievements, ah, but to say strange things like, 'president Trump is a Tyrannosaurus Rex.' What the hell does that mean? You know I could say Gavin Newsom is a Brontosaurus with the brain the size of a walnut. And, you know, if he brought the knee pads, maybe that was for his meeting with Alex Soros, I don't know."

Dissecting It Front to Back: The Surface Singe VS the 3rd Degree

Let's go through it step by step because Bessent packs a lot into this one rant—and the overlooked 'walnut' line is the real killer here.

First up: "I think Gavin Newsom may be cracking up with some of these things he's saying. I think he may be in over his hairdo." Straight fire. Bessent's saying Newsom's losing his grip under the very real pressure from his peers to finally, once and for all, put up or shut up. That "hairdo" jab hits him right in the vanities—perfect hair, zero depth, all density. What he's implying here is that the national stage (not the Hollywood Style Green Screen Studios that he's used to hiding in while he flaps his gums and lies through his teeth about God and everybody) is exposing the cracks in the facade of his little psycho circus of sycophant minions that do whatever the bidding is for their almighty 'supreme overlord' of good hairdos and tons of white pony party favors of California. Just ask his accountant (if he even has one), I'm sure it's all there.

Next: "Being on the national stage is very different than being governor of California, you know, with no signature achievements." No mercy here. Bessent calls out Newsom's empty record—California's a mess, no big wins to point to, all deficit and crime running rampant. Neglecting to properly govern a state—leaving it with endless problems, causing a mass exodus of residents in search of lower prices, more freedoms, less asinine absurdity, and less of the incessant Newsom-starred interviews full of hot air and pointless photo ops that never amount to any tangible results, well that isn't the same as the immediate scrutiny of world leaders at such an event as this. Now, does it? He's clearly out of his league here, thinking he could just strut in and doest what thou wilt. We thinks not.

But then, the trigger: "but to say strange things like, 'president Trump is a Tyrannosaurus Rex.' What the hell does that mean?" Bessent's clearly baffled, and through a big bright smile, he's mocking. Newsom's dino comparison is the juvenile nonsense that I was just refering to. Is it not? Trump as a big, scary predator? It's incoherent, desperate name-calling from a guy with nothing real to say. And if you ask me, it's projection at its finest. Think about it. There's Gavin, towering above, but he's got these little arms that can't get anything done. They're just self-serving. Is this painting a picture for you yet?

Well then, there's the counterstrike: "You know I could say Gavin Newsom is a Brontosaurus with the brain the size of a walnut." This is the savage flip. Trump gets called T-Rex (apex predator), so Bessent hits back with Brontosaurus—slow, lumbering, harmless giant that eats leaves. And the brain? Walnut-sized. It's that classic dinosaur insult for tee-tiny intellect. But here's where it gets even deeper, because Bessent knows exactly what he's doing: the walnut reference is symbolism that comes more loaded than a baked potato.

• In ancient Egyptian traditions, the walnut shape represents the pineal gland—the "third eye" at the brain's center, seat of spiritual insight, higher consciousness, and divine connection. Those bird-headed figures (Thoth, Horus, etc.) in the carvings holding what look like handbags? Not literal purses, but believed to be more like a surgical tool bag. Esoteric researchers tie those "handbags" to rituals of pineal activation, suppression or even forceful removal while the victim is still alive. The suppression is about calcifying or "removing" the pineal to blind people spiritually, keeping them docile in the material world, third eye shut down—but in the darker lore, the extraction of the pineal gland is for consumption with the gland itself as a source of adrenochrome.

• In the adrenochrome and pineal gland harvesting horror stories that have been told, the concept here is that the pineal gland (the "third eye") contains or produces a potent essence or substance. Elites allegedly harvest it (or related compounds like adrenochrome from fear-stressed sources, namely children) to consume it themselves, which they say grants them extraordinary benefits: prolonged youth, enhanced perception, psychedelic-like visions, or even a form of spiritual/energetic immortality. It's portrayed as a shortcut to "transcend" the normal aging process, mortal constraints, or the baseline human experience—basically saying that they're unlocking forbidden levels of awareness, control, or longevity that us regular folks don't care to participate in, because frankly, it's gross.

• When it comes to Adrenochrome, just think of all those old fake "fountain of youth" plots in shows you saw growing up, except compound that with delusions of grandeur and sketchy back alley junkie vibes. Adrenochrome is the elite's rumored drug of choice for that potent essence to fuel youth, establish dominance and control, and achieve their delusions of transcendence.

With all that said, I'm just going to laugh at the thought of Bessent sort of underhandedly calling Newsom spiritually-vacant on even the deepest level, just stumbling around the World Economic Forum like a complete head-in-the-clouds Brontosaurus jackass with zero real insight, because not only is the State he governs drowning in a sea of deficit, his third eye's clearly gone self-absorbed.

Wait, there's more: "And, you know, if he brought the knee pads, maybe that was for his meeting with Alex Soros, I don't know." And there it is. The mic-drop closer that lands like a MOAB. Knee pads? Bro. Linking it to Alex Soros? Double bro. The statement alone paints Newsom as a big throat goat Brontosaurus burgering down on some Soros little milks. Might as well paint a milk moustache on him already, just make it dastardly when you do.

In Retrospect

Perhaps, Gavin is just a perpetual party favoring puppet—on his knees, just juicing up to his daddy Alex, all for some sweet globalist funding. Because, when one well dries up... Gavin is on to the next without hesitation, self-reflection, self-respect, accountability, nor any dignity. It's just what he does.