Elon Musk.... metastasized his fathers emeralds into 70 pounds of excess subcutaneous fat, popped some hairplugs on the lid and thinks he's somebody.
You have to remember he grew up in South Africa in the dying days of Apartheid. They thought they were the masters of the universe til they weren't...and his life's just a money grabbing sulk cos he wants to leave the planet and relive his childhood on mars surrounded by multicoloured slaves instead of the monos he lorded over as a child. Poor little fallen aristocracy Elon.
He's the Barnum & Bailey of the 21st century. Barnum didn't invent the circus tent, he got people to make it for him and staffed it for profit. Elon didn't invent electric cars or batteries or satellites or modems. He was just inexplicably allowed to experiment with primitive international online banking and naturally made...you know...bank.
He's got an engineering degree in his own mind that he never graduated with in the real world and collected lots of little batteries...and made a bigger battery out of them. Then upscaled his extravagant childhood toys.
His fanboys are the predominantly emotionally bereft empathy challenged who identify with his autism because it's easier to feel devotion towards someone you've never met than try and understand the person sitting next to you. Self absorption detests company.
Elon's all about the voting til his employees want to unionise, he's a bottomlessly unsatisfied smug brittle multi-billionare with only the infatuating smell of his own farts and shirt tail clinging non value adding acolytes to comfort him.
He's the 20th centuries last gasp at individual self importance and if he ever recognised that he'd Cobain his head across the back wall of the masters cabin on whichever superyacht it occurred to him in.
His pigeon chest coupled with his corpulent girth suggests he's only got a decade or two to realise his 'vision'...which in my mind is just distractive hokum he utilises as he venally surfs our species inevitable plunge over the precipice of the Fermi Paradox.
Look...I don't make the rules but here it is.
If and when there comes a time when mankinds saviour walks the planet and saves us all from ourselves and solves the multitude of problems we face whilst leading us collectively towards redemption.
Well I'm sorry but that individual, for a variety of self evident reasons...needs to be able to gaze at their genitals without having to use a mirror. Zero gravity won't solve that engineering conundrum.
The rest of us of course are free to gorge at our own wake.
Elon ain't the guy. To look at one of the richest men on the planet through any other lens but selfishness is irrational.
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