Donald Trump and Elon Musk were very close during the 2024 campaign. But then their relationship fell apart.
And now Trump and Musk were seen doing one thing together that has Americans completely flabbergasted.
In the heart of Arizona’s sun-baked expanse, under the vast roof of State Farm Stadium, a sea of red, white, and blue surged with raw American spirit. Nearly 78,000 patriots crammed into the stands, their faces etched with grief and grit, to bid farewell to Charlie Kirk, the firebrand founder of Turning Point USA. Slain at just 31 years old, Kirk’s life cut short by a coward’s bullet on a Utah college campus, left a void that echoed through the conservative soul. But amid the sorrow, a spark flickered—one that could reignite old alliances and steel the fight ahead.
The air hummed with chants and prayers as the massive crowd honored a man who rallied young conservatives against the swamp’s tide. Outside, another 100,000 souls swelled the grounds, spilling into a neighboring stadium or baking under the desert sun, some having queued since the crack of dawn.
Then, cutting through the haze of loss, came a sight that stopped hearts and stirred whispers: President Donald J. Trump and Elon Musk, side by side in the stands. The two titans, once locked in a blistering clash that shook the nation’s political fault lines, now shared space amid the applause. Footage captured on social media showed them deep in conversation, heads close, the weight of the moment hanging heavy.
Trump, ever the dealmaker, reached out first. His hand extended in a gesture of olive branch and iron will, met by Musk’s firm grip. The handshake was brief as Musk soon stood up and stepped away.
Musk wasted no time etching the moment into the digital ledger. On X, his empire of free speech, he dropped a simple photo of the pair mid-chat, captioning it with unflinching brevity: “For Charlie.”
For Charlie pic.twitter.com/8092jIt319
— Elon Musk (@elonmusk) September 21, 2025
Just months back, in late May, Musk left his perch as head of the Department of Government Efficiency—DOGE, that bold slash-and-burn squad aimed at gutting Washington’s waste.
Musk then had a very public fallout with Trump. The reason for the fallout? A powder keg lit by Trump’s massive “Big Beautiful Bill,” a spending behemoth Musk blasted as a betrayal of the thrift he championed.
The public feud exploded into a spectacle of slings and arrows. Musk, the rocket man turned political renegade, didn’t hold back—he demanded Trump’s impeachment and floated a fresh party to shatter the GOP’s grip.
Trump fired right back, his barbs landing like haymakers. He dangled the axe over Musk’s juicy government contracts, vowing to yank the lifelines feeding Tesla’s empire. And in a jab that stung with personal venom, he branded the ex-DOGE chief as gripped by “Trump Derangement Syndrome.”
The feud spilled onto X itself, that wild frontier Musk built to dodge the censors. Trump even eyed offloading his cherry-red Tesla Model S—the very ride he scooped up on March 11 to boost his onetime pal’s bottom line. A White House insider spilled to the New York Post: the president mulled selling or gifting it away.
Musk doubled down, throwing his weight behind one of Trump’s fiercest congressional thorns: Rep. Thomas Massie, the Kentucky libertarian who’s dodged the establishment’s knives but earned Trump’s vow of electoral doom come next year’s midterms.
Through it all, the barbs flew like shrapnel, testing the bonds of a movement that thrives on unity against the elite horde. Yet here, at Kirk’s send-off, the air crackled with possibility. That handshake? It wasn’t surrender—it was warriors pausing the skirmish to bury a brother-in-arms.
The stadium pulsed with Kirk’s legacy, a tapestry of youth unleashed. Dressed in the colors of the flag they swear to defend, the crowd roared as speakers took the stage. Trump himself stepped up, his voice a gravelly rallying cry, weaving tales of Kirk’s battlefield grit on the American Comeback Tour.
Beside him, Vice President JD Vance laid bare the stakes: a nation under siege by globalists and grifters, with Kirk as the sentinel who’d never flinch. The widow, Erika Kirk, stood tall in her anguish, her words a blade of resolve that sliced through the tears, honoring her husband.
Others followed—fire-eaters from the front lines, each eulogy a vow to carry Kirk’s torch higher.
Stay tuned to the DC Daily Journal.
