Some of my earliest “formative memories” were of getting walloped in the middle of a grocery store aisle, for whining about cereal. My mother said, “pick which one you want”. I thought that meant I could pick something I actually wanted. Apparently not. My choices were shredded wheat or cheerios.
Everything else in that aisle was a decoy, with a spanking attached to it.
Calling for Elon Musk to get burned by the Canadian government for subsidy fraud. They took me literally, instead of recognizing the term for when a government disavows, or cuts all ties with a person or business, is called getting “burned”.